As Sylby spoke, Hoffa's face grew pale. He didn't know anything about Franco, and he didn't know anything as unpopular as Spanish history.

But Hoffa never imagined that the place where he was actually an Axis country was actually located.

And the most famous demon king in history, Adolf Hitler, is only 1 kilometer away from himself.

If you are lucky, you may be able to meet him on the street.

On the streets of Spain, Hoffa swallowed his saliva, looking at the girls who were pinching fans coming and going, and felt cold on his body for a while.

This...... It's too real.

Gollum......

Gollum......

However, the acid in his stomach brought Hoffa back to reality, and he hadn't eaten for more than thirty hours. Regardless of whether it is the Axis or the Alliance, the meal is always to be eaten.

Why don't you steal something to eat?" thought to Hoffa.

However, the next second he vetoed the idea.

I don't want to steal it.

He looked down at Sylby, who said, "That's the truth, if you still speak English, I'm afraid we'll be beaten to death before we starve to death." ”

"Don't you know how to speak Spanish? Your family ....."

"I won't, I'm just passing through Spain and coming home from here. ”

"Will Ossivia speak?" said Hoffa, sullenly.

"Hey, I'm hiring you. Besides, it is still unknown whether she can speak Spanish, and if she can't, she is afraid that she will run into a wall outside. ”

In the moments when he and Sylby briefly communicated, the people around him looked at him with wary and dissatisfied looks. Moreover, within the range covered by his mental force field, he also sensed the traces of one or two adult wizards.

Hoffa let out a long sigh, closed his mouth, and pushed Sylbie's wheelchair through the streets of Spain.

Sylby was right, the country did just end the civil war with the help of **.

Many of the buildings on both sides of the city are plastered with brand-new posters.

The head of state with a mustache smiled like a flower on the poster, holding another man's hand. Don't think about it, that man must be some kind of Franco.

Not only that, but from time to time soldiers drove by in old-fashioned green jeeps, which were printed with red swastikas, which looked like they were provided by the Germans.

As the jeep drove away, a group of young men waved excitedly to them below.

Obviously, in this day and age, ** is just an ordinary party. These people don't yet know what kind of blood and horror they will bring to the planet in the future.

Hoffa watched the row of German jeeps leave.

Under the influence of hunger, his mind began to become extremely lively. An inexplicable idea drifted into his brain.

In fact, although he doesn't speak German, he is quite familiar with German wizards.

If Hoffa were to describe Schmidt Rutrov, it would probably be - I know everything that turned to ashes.

Not to mention his dress, he remembered how many buttons he had on his clothes.

Although it is a wizard's uniform, it is not much different from the dress of those German officers on the street, the only difference is that the hats of the two are different.

Looking at the delicacies in the window, the stomach acid surged, and the sudden thought grew like a virus.

Finding a no-and-go corner, Hoffa pushed Sylby into an alley behind a clothing store, where he took his wand to himself.

As a result of the Transfiguration, his clothes were transformed into the same standard robes as Schmidt Rutrov, with a black robe and a sleeve sleeve next door.

Hoffa walked around the window of the clothing store, nodded in satisfaction, and then, he knocked on Sylby's body as well, so Sylby covered it with a blanket and turned into a German wizard's robe.

Not only that, but he also knocked on the wheelchair and drew a * character on the wheelchair as well.

Sylby was shocked, and he looked at Hoffa: "The wizard is really convenient. ”

Hoffa looked at himself in the closet next door, and when he thought about it, he always felt that he was still a little too immature. So he pulled out a tissue from Sylby's wheelchair and turned it into a small piece of boxy black wool and stuck it to his upper lip.

Looking a little funny all of a sudden, Sylby leaned back with a smile.

Just then, a few more gun-carrying soldiers walked by on the street. Hoffa quickly slapped Sylby and told him to shut up.

The wand turned into a military hat in Hoffa's hands.

Hoffa wore his hat on his head and lowered his head, the brim of which obscured most of his face.

Sylby in a wheelchair shut up, but his face was already red.

When Hoffa walked out of the alley, he became a short ** officer, and everyone around him looked at him in awe.

After the change, Hoffa walked into a Spanish restaurant, which also hung an anti-British sign and looked a little more upscale than the previous one.

But this time, before Hoffa could get to the door, a waiter saw two people outside.

His face changed, and he rushed over at a trot in an instant, opened the door, and raised his hand.

“Heil Hitler！！”

Hoffa was stunned, but he had also seen the movie. Immediately, he hurriedly and habitually raised his right hand, parroting.

“Heil Hitler。 ”

This time, it was the other party's turn to be stunned. The waiter looked at his hand in confusion, as if he was wondering something, but then he put it aside and greeted Hoffa into the dining room with a grin.

This restaurant is much more upscale than the fast food restaurant just now, although the exterior decoration is ordinary. But inside is resplendent with a transparent crystal chandelier hanging on top.

As soon as he entered, half of the young people here stood up and raised their hands to Hoffa enthusiastically. Heil Hitler's voice is endless.

Hoffa was a little embarrassed, but he also raised his right hand and turned back one by one. But every time he replied, someone looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In the wheelchair, Sylby was going crazy, his lips squirming and reminding Hofa: "Left hand...... Left hand!"

He spoke so quietly that Hoffa didn't hear it, still holding out his right hand.

The waiter respectfully pulled out his chair, bent down to let Hoffa sit down, and presented the menu with both hands.

As soon as he looked at the menu, Hoffa's belly chirped even harder.

But this time he learned to be obedient, he didn't speak at all, but puffed up his chest reservedly, pretended to point his hand at the menu, and ordered all the dishes with the highest price in the back.

The waiter smiled like a flower, and kept remembering the brush in his hand.

When Hoffa finished ordering and the waiter left, Sylby stared at him with wide eyes and shouted, "Are you European?"

Hoffa: "Ah, what?"

"Left hand, you just used the ancient Roman military salute, fool! If you meet a real German officer in the street, you will be shot!"

"Left Hand ......"

Hoffa looked at his hand, his face pale.

I just kept raising my right hand, no wonder those people always look at themselves strangely.

Just as he was about to speak, the waiter returned, and not only did he come back, but he also brought back a chef with a smile on his face.

The chef blushed and had a thick neck, nodded and said something next to him for a long time,

But Hoffa couldn't understand a word, but he lowered the brim of his hat and tapped his fingers on the tabletop, looking impatient.

So the chef turned to Sylby again.

In terms of pretending to be impatient, the French boy was much more skilled than Hoffa, he tilted his head sideways sickly, only frowned slightly, and his whole person exuded the aura of a high-ranking person. A gesture that I don't want to pay attention to you.

The cook immediately stopped talking, took the bottle from the hand of a waitress, respectfully opened it for the two of them, and then withdrew.

He's here to deliver wine.

Hoffa was cold on the surface, but he couldn't help but laugh inwardly, looking at the respectful appearance of these people. It is estimated that even if you eat an overlord meal by yourself, it is estimated that no one will dare to say anything.

Soon, the waiter shuttled through the room.

The dishes were served one by one.

Bright red and turquoise paella, a whole charred and tender leg of lamb grilled over coals, sardines stuffed with vinegar with a pleasant spicy and sour taste, sticky bubbly Madrid broth, slices of Iberian ham as thin as cicada's wings, Galician octopus fillets cooked in a copper pan, and gazpacho garnished with strawberries and tomatoes in small transparent cups......

If it weren't for his status as a "German officer", the hungry Hoffa would probably turn his wand into chopsticks and pounce on it to munch on it.

But because of his identity, Hoffa picked up the knife and fork with a slight tremble, but Sven quickly sent it to his mouth. Hungry for a night before eating this food, Hoffa felt like he was in heaven at the moment.

On the other half of the table, Sylby coughed incessantly, squeezing sound out between his teeth.

"Feed me, don't worry about eating ......!!"

Because of his employer's status, Hoffa picked up the food in his left hand and put it in his mouth, and his right hand picked up the food and put it in Sylby's mouth.

The two cooperate tacitly.

After going back and forth, most of the food on the table was quickly gone.

However, just as Hoffa shoved a whole piece of shrimp into Sylby's mouth, he suddenly whimpered and his head trembled.

Hofa thought he was choking, so he just entered and handed him the glass of water next to him, but he shook his head sharply and stared behind Hofa.

Hoffa puffed out his cheeks and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sylby: "After..... Behind. ”

Hoffa turned his head, his eyes widening rapidly.

Squeak squeak!!

With a few grumpy tire rubbing sounds.

A black, vintage sedan pulled up in front of the hotel, followed by three green jeeps full of soldiers.

The sedan stops and the doors open.

Three tall men in black military uniforms, black high-top leather boots, two silver stripes on their chests, and white swastika on their arms pushed open the glass door and strode in.

Smack!

The fork in his hand fell into the plate, and Hoffa felt a little dizzy in his head.

Cover...... Gestapo!?