At six o 'clock in the evening, the two of them had dinner on the first floor of the hotel in unusual silence. Neither of them said a word to the other. After dinner, Hoffa went straight back to the suite.
He lay on the bed, thinking about his future arrangements.
However, at eight o 'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door.
Hoffa was slightly surprised. "Come in."
The door opened, and Ossivia, who had just taken a shower, appeared at the door in a green nightgown. She was holding something in her hand, dressed as if she was about to go to bed.
However, her wet hair was wrapped in a hairnet used for sleeping, and not a hair was out of place.
"Do you mind if I come in?" she asked.
Hoffa shook his head and pulled up the quilt a little.
She sat down beside Hoffa's bed, and the smell of shampoo in the air suddenly became a little stronger. Hoffa keenly noticed that on her chest, which was so white that he could see blue veins, there was a green necklace that contained mysterious magic waves.
Ossivia said, "I hope you don't mind what happened during the day. My job is more complicated than you think. "
Hoffa was absent-minded. "Oh."
"However, to thank you for cooperating with my work," Ossivia said, "as a compensation, do you want to hear a story?"
As she spoke, she raised her arm and waved the book with the illustration of a pig in her hand.
The Collected Stories of Peter the Poet.
Hoffa almost spat out a mouthful of salt soda. So this guy is here to tell me a bedtime story? How small am I in her eyes?
"No, no, no."
Hoffa waved his hand out of the Mirage.
"You should go back and rest early."
Ossivia froze for a moment. She probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so straightforwardly.
"Are you angry?"
"Why would I be?" Hoffa smiled a little reluctantly.
"Okay." She stood up and pressed the light switch at the door.
"You stay in the hotel and don't run around, understand?"
"Okay."
"Good night."
"Wait a minute, Senior Ossivia." Hoffa suddenly stopped her.
"What happened?"
"May I ask, when are we going back?"
"Between mid-July and August, when I'm done here."
"Okay, good night."
Patter.
The room was pitch-black.
Half an hour later, the lights in the room lit up again.
But this time, Hoffa was neatly dressed and standing at the head of the bed. Or rather, he hadn't taken off his clothes at all. He opened the cupboard, slung his bag over his back, and. He put on his socks and shoes and stood at the door of his room.
Hoffa held the doorknob and pondered for a moment. If the Dippet sent him out on an unknown mission, his ability must not be simple.
If he were her, he would definitely use a defensive spell at the door to prevent unknown events from happening.
Sure enough, Hoffa opened his spiritual force field and felt a little.
He immediately sensed a faintly discernible magical aura near the exit. It should be a warning spell. Not only that, but he also sensed an inexplicable green snake slowly slithering around the corner of the living room. If he went out, he was afraid that he would be instantly detected by the little snake.
"You do have some skills, Senior Ossivia."
Hoffa said indifferently.
Ghost Walk!
Then, he opened the door and disappeared from the material world. The magic waves couldn't hinder him at all, and the green snake couldn't detect his existence at all.
Just like that, he calmly walked through the two doors and passed through the protective spell set up by Ossivia. He quietly came to the corridor of the hotel. As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he immediately put on his shoes, carried his bag, and walked all the way down the stairs.
He didn't know if Ossivia would come looking for him, but Hoffa still wanted to settle the job as soon as possible. If he was caught and taken back, it wouldn't be so easy to escape again.
But when he walked to the counter during the day, Raymond had already gotten off work. There was only an old black woman mopping the floor. The woman's waist was as thick as five Hoffa's.
Hoffa ran to her and asked hurriedly, "Where's Raymond? Where's Raymond? "
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That huge black woman patted her mountain-like chest, her mouth muttering bird language that was completely incomprehensible, as if she had eaten a cockroach in fright.
Hoffa anxiously pointed at the counter. "Raymond, Raymond Lebrun."
The black woman waved her hand in annoyance and shouted in an incomprehensible African language.
“wtf！”
Hoffa hurriedly gave up asking the old black woman who could only speak the language. The old woman was still cursing in an unknown language behind him.
He ran out of the corridor, passed by a group of women in ancient bathing suits playing in the pool, and came to the place where the doorman was during the day.
The doorman was standing guard. Hoffa slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him.
He immediately put on a professional smile.
"Where's Raymond Lebrun?" asked Hoffa. "I have something to talk to him about."
The doorman thought for a moment. "Oh, Mr. Lebrun is now resting in the underground winery."
Although the doorman's English had a strong French accent, at least they could communicate.
"Take me there."
"Please follow me."
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.
Following the doorman through several arched stone corridors, Hoffa entered the underground winery, which was covered in brown tiles. He immediately saw a coquettish old man sitting in a crowd and laughing loudly.
Raymond was sitting at a gambling table, playing cards with someone else.
Not only was his face red from drinking, but he was also hugging two scantily clad girls, who were feeding him wine from time to time.
There was no time to lament the extravagant lifestyle of these Frenchmen.
He quickly stepped forward and slapped Raymond Lebrun on the shoulder.
"Hey!"
The old man turned his head with sleepy eyes and thought for a long time before he remembered.
"Oh, oh. It's you, the one who can shapeshift. What's wrong, want to drink? "
As he spoke, he took a glass of wine from his female companion and handed it to Hoffa.
The smell of alcohol in his breath made Hoffa dizzy. He quickly took the glass and put it on the table.
"Thank you, uh, the job you mentioned in the afternoon, I want to take it."
"Job?"
Raymond was already drunk. "Burp, let me … let me find the key job?"
"What key? Disabled? Children?" Hoffa held his breath to remind him.
"Oh, the one from Spencer's family."
Raymond suddenly understood. He pushed the two women aside and stood up. He put his hands in his pockets and rummaged for a long time. He found a long string of numbers, counted for a long time, and took out one and handed it to Hoffa.
"701, go, Burp. Just say that it's my, uh, recommendation. However, I advise you that the kid has a bit of a strange temper. It won't be easy to pass his interview. "
"Another interview?" Hoffa was shocked.
However, Raymond had already started to yell and continue to play cards. He was having a good time.
Hoffa could only take the number and quickly walk out of the underground winery into the hotel elevator.
701 should be on the top floor of the hotel.
When he walked out of the old-fashioned sliding door elevator to the top floor of the hotel. He found that there was only one room here.
Room 701.
At the door of the room, there were two young men in suits sitting on the waiting chairs. One of them had red hair and the other had yellow hair. They crossed their legs and carried briefcases. Their expressions were solemn.
'It's so late, why are there people dressed like employees here?' Hoffa muttered in his heart.
Just as he was about to push the door open, the yellow haired young man on the chair spoke.
"You're here to apply?"
Hoffa nodded in surprise.
"Don't you know how to queue for a job? We've been queuing for the whole day. "The other red haired young man said unhappily.
Hoffa's eyes widened. Why did he have to compete with so many people just to earn 50 Garen?
Was the world so difficult?
The development of the situation was beyond Hoffa's expectations.
As there was only one long bench around, Hoffa nodded slightly to greet the two and sat down.
The two young men snorted softly. They wore black suits with bow ties, golden watches, and shiny leather shoes. There was no part of them that didn't have the word "elite" written on them.
The three of them sat quietly for a while. The yellow haired young man beside Hoffa asked, "What are you majoring in?"
"Majoring in? I … "Hoffa couldn't think of it for a while. "Magic?"
The two young men were stunned, then they both laughed out loud. "Haha, magic? Are you a clown from a circus? "
"Don't joke around. You're so young, you should go back to your mother."
Hoffa carefully looked at the two and said in surprise, "You're Muggles?"
The red haired young man asked, "What's a Muggle?"
The yellow haired young man said unhappily, "Hey, what are you talking about. I graduated from Lisbon University. I specialize in financial matters and I have a level one lawyer license."
Hoffa was even more confused. He took out the number plate and looked at it. He wondered if Raymond had drunk too much and gave him the wrong number plate. Why would he meet a top student who graduated from a Muggle University when he applied to be an escort for the students of Booth Barton?
At this moment, the other young man snorted coldly. He glanced at the yellow haired man and said, "Lisbon University, lawyer license? You want to apply for this job with that little ability? "
As he spoke, he opened his briefcase ostentatiously.
Inside the briefcase, there were all kinds of shiny credentials.
"I have a level one medical practitioner license, a level one nutritionist license, a level one caregiver license, and a level one counselor license. I even have a special caregiver license for the disabled. No one is more suitable than me to be Mr. Spencer's secretary."
Hoffa was confused. After a while, he suddenly realized what was wrong.
Spencer. Why did this surname sound so familiar?
So he asked the red haired man.
"Who exactly is this Mr. Spencer?"
"Ah!" The red haired man pinched his thumb and middle finger and pushed up his glasses. He exclaimed, "Why don't you even know the information of your employer?"
Hoffa glanced at his thumb and middle finger and said, "I only received the news this afternoon."
"How can you apply like this?" The red haired man said arrogantly, "Spencer is one of the oldest families in France. Their history can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago. They have countless assets all over Europe. Every generation of Spencer's descendants are the richest, most outstanding, and most outstanding men in Europe. This generation's young Silby Spencer is even more so. "
Silby.
Hoffa felt that this name was even more familiar.
It was strangely familiar. Where did he hear this name before?
Where was it?
Finally, his face changed.
Last year, when Indor took him to Gringotts to cheat money, didn't he make him pretend to be a guy named Silby Spencer!!!
Bang!
The door of room 701 suddenly opened.
The red haired man stopped talking.
Fatso, who was also wearing a suit and leather shoes, sneaked out of the room with sweat all over his head. Even his pants were wet.
A tanned little girl behind him said coldly, "It's your turn. Come here."
The tanned little girl was the mopper Hoffa saw during the day, Nancy.
As soon as she said that, the young man who graduated from the University of Lisbon stood up proudly and looked at Fatso with disdain.
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