The three of them entered the room in a single file.
When Hoffa first saw his hotel room, he thought that it was a good place to stay. But now, it seems that poverty has limited his imagination.
This room could be compared to the Goblin's office he saw in Gringotts. The room took up a large area, elegant carpet inlaid with silver thread, tall mahogany cabinets, exquisite porcelain in the corner, and a black piano in the corner.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the center of the room. There, Hoffa saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair.
He was three or four years older than himself, wrapped in a thick grey blanket, around 15 or 16 years old. He was very handsome, with white hair, grey eyes, and pale skin. The mottled moonlight shone on his body.
He looked like a vampire that couldn't see the light all year round, or like an old and faded empty shell.
What was more eye-catching was that on his right, there was an oversized cup, with a long transparent straw sticking out of it. The straw circled around his neck and stopped at his mouth.
His gloomy eyes swept across the faces of the others, pausing for a moment on Huo Fa's face.
"You're also here to apply?"
"Yes."
Hoffa lowered his head, thinking that it was too much of a coincidence. Last year, he went to Gringotts with Indor and used this guy's name to swindle 5000 gold coins. Now that he saw the real person, he couldn't help but feel awkward.
Silby opened his mouth, tilting his head to the side to drink from the straw.
"Sit."
The three of them sat on the sofa.
"I'll ask a few simple questions." The young man wrapped in the blanket said, "Do you know Western?"
The yellow hair man immediately said: "Yes, not only do I know Western, I also know Italian, French, Portuguese, German, and even Russian."
The red hair man frowned, unhappily said: "I know four languages, English, Spanish, French, and German."
"You?"
Hoffa lowered his head: "I don't know."
"Then what do you know?" The young man calmly asked.
"Chinese, English."
Hoffa said.
Chinese? The other two looked like they heard something strange, they looked at each other and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Silby asked faintly. The two of them immediately shut their mouths. This young man had an astonishing aura.
"Why do you want this job?" The young man continued to ask.
The yellow-haired man puffed out his chest. "In order to improve my ability, I have always believed that only when geniuses collide with each other can the most beautiful sparks be produced. On this point, I am very confident."
Red-haired man: "Humanism, caring, helping others, that's what I've always wanted to do. Especially for the handicapped, I've always had great love for them. I believe that letting them live an active life is the most glorious thing. "
Silby looked up at the ceiling for a while, then turned to Hoffa. "What about you?"
Hoffa frowned. "I'm short of money."
The other two couldn't help but frown at Hoffa.
But Silby was unmoved. He asked weakly, "Work experience."
Hoffa was a little unhappy. He was just sending someone to Spain. Why did they make it seem like they were selecting the president's secretary?
"I'm best at administration." The yellow-haired man said. "Including financial management, asset restructuring. By the way, my graduate internship partner is British Prime Minister Chamberlain. He has a high opinion of me."
The red-haired man glanced at him and proudly opened his briefcase to show his credentials.
"I have the world's most authoritative Level One Nutritionist, Level One Caregiver, and Level One Mental Health Doctor certification. I've also served many non-profit charities. I believe that Mr. Silby will definitely experience an unprecedented experience under my care."
While the red-haired man was boasting, Silby looked up at the ceiling. He seemed to be in a daze for a moment, but also seemed to be suddenly interested in the carvings on the ceiling.
Finally, the red-haired man finished his resume.
"Sir?"
"Sir."
"Mr. Spencer?"
Silby lowered his head as if he just reacted.
Little Black, who had been standing at the door, took a step forward and began to fill his cup with water.
But in the next second.
Little Black suddenly threw the water bottle to the three of them, took out a fruit knife from her pocket, and stabbed the paralyzed young man's temple with her elbow.
Murderous intent!
Huo Fa's hairs stood on end when he was about to fall asleep. At such a close distance, chanting was useless.
The time left for him to react was less than a second.
He directly activated the conversion technique.
Life Conversion
Life: 8
Magic Power: 2
In the severe headache, Hoffa's muscles swelled. He kicked the chair and rushed out like lightning. He hugged the girl's waist and pressed her on the carpet. His whole body moved more than three meters away.
"What are you doing!?"
Hoffa pressed down on the girl's wrist and asked in surprise.
The cold light of the knife was Sparkle. This was not a joke, this was a real knife.
The little girl smiled and used her finger as a muzzle, pointing at Hoffa's head and made a shooting gesture.
"Bang, your reaction is quite fast."
Silby sat in the wheelchair and looked coldly at the two young men sitting in the chair with their mouths wide open. The warm water in the pot slowly dripped from their faces and slid down their crotch.
Silby said, "The door is at the back. You can get out now."
Before the two of them could react, they crawled out of the room with pale faces and wet bodies.
The wheelchair rolled in front of Hoffa. Hoffa let go of the little girl and stood up with a frown. He could not understand the wheelchair boy in front of him now.
The little black girl, Nancy, picked up the fruit knife, went out, and closed the door.
Only Hoffa and Silby were left in the room.
"What about your work experience?" Silby asked softly.
"No."
Silby stuck out his tongue and began to suck the liquid in the straw. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth.
What's your name?
"Hoffa, Bach."
"You're a wizard?"
"Aren't you one too? I heard from Raymond that you're a student of Boothbottom. "
Silby did not speak and looked at Hoffa carefully.
"Alright, that's right." Hoffa nodded.
"I'm a wizard."
"How old are you?"
"15." Hoffa said.
"I'm 15, why do you look so much younger than me?"
"I'm short." Hoffa said.
"Even if you're 15, at this time, shouldn't you be obediently staying at home? Doing homework, eating ice cream, and writing letters to your girlfriend? "
The wheelchair turned and he moved to Hoffa's right side.
"Cheap clothes, the price and workmanship don't exceed 20 shillings. You've been wearing old shoes for over a year, but you have a precious Francois Magic Watch. Why did you appear at the Lebrun Hotel?"
"Then why did you leave me here?"
Hoffa looked up and asked. The other side's tone was like an interrogation, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Curious." Silby took another sip of water and softly said, "Out of the 49 applicants these days, you're the youngest, but you're the one with the fastest reaction, so I'm curious."
Hoffa didn't say anything, so the two were silent for a few seconds.
"Do you like Mozart?"
Hoffa was confused, "What?"
"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, do you like his music?"
"I've never heard of it."
Hoffa honestly said that he didn't have much contact with western music.
"Chopin?" Silby didn't give up.
"No."
"Then why is your surname Bach? What's your relationship with the German musician Bach?"
Hoffa was confused by this series of questions. Wasn't it just sending someone to Barcelona, why did he ask about these irrelevant things?
"I don't have much contact with classical music." Hoffa said in a dry voice.
"You don't like muggle music," Silby said sharply.
Hoffa was unhappy. Speaking of music, he didn't know how many good songs he'd heard in his previous life, but this guy only heard a few classical songs and pretended to be cool in front of him. What did this have to do with work? Or maybe he didn't want him to be qualified for this job and just wanted to amuse him because he was young.
"Why don't you talk about work?" Hoffa said, "I just heard that someone is going to Barcelona and needs an escort. The escort fee is 50 gold coins, so I came."
Silby sipped water and said slowly, "You don't like art."
Well, it seemed that the plan to find a job was going to be put on hold. Did he really have to sleep in Morocco for half a month?
"I like it, but I won't force others to like it as much as I do." With that, Hoffa stood up. He planned to leave.
"I'm a dud." Silby suddenly answered Hoffa's question.
Hoffa looked at him in surprise, but didn't care much. He nodded and continued to walk out the door.
"Don't you sympathize with me?" Silby suddenly asked loudly behind Hoffa.
"Huh?" Hoffa turned around and opened his mouth wide. "What did you say?"
"I said, do you sympathize with me? I'm a dud, disabled, and only my head can move, "he said with narrowed eyes.
"Sympathize?" Hoffa laughed. He pointed at the ceiling in confusion and bewilderment. "Why should I sympathize with you? You're staying in a presidential suite."
Silby's eyes widened instantly.
The little girl called Nancy came in from outside. Seeing Silby's expression, she quickly pulled Hoffa and whispered in his ear, "Come out with me."
Hoffa also stared at her.
The girl pulled him and whispered, "Let's go."
Hoffa muttered, "What a strange guy."
"Wait a minute."
Silby's voice came from behind.
Hoffa turned his head and saw his eyes narrowed into crescents. Silby smiled and said, "You're hired."
The little girl next to him opened her mouth wide.
The wheelchair rolled to Hoffa's side. Silby raised his head slightly and looked at Hoffa carefully.
Hoffa couldn't understand the other party's brain circuit. "Mr. Spencer, are you serious?"
"Just call me Silby." The teenager smiled faintly.
After saying that, he turned his wheelchair. "My plan is to leave tomorrow from Casabianca to Tangier Port, then cross the Strait of Gibraltar, pass through Spain, and return to Barcelona. Someone from my family will pick me up there.
If you can escort me to the end of this mission, I will not only pay you 50 gold coins, but I can also consider giving you a full-time job. "
Hoffa frowned. "What are you talking about? I'm just doing a temporary job. I don't need a full-time job."
"Let's talk about it after you pass." Silby nodded to the little girl as he spoke.
The little girl walked to the side, opened a box, took out a small leather bag, and threw it to Hoffa.
Hoffa took it and opened it. There was a handful of gold coins inside.
Silby said, "Since you're a Wizard, I'll pay you, Garen. I'll give you 25 gold coins first as a deposit for the successful application. After you complete the mission, I'll give you the balance and maybe a bonus. Now, help me return to Barcelona. Do you have any suggestions? If not, you can come back to me tomorrow. "
Hoffa weighed the leather bag in his hand, thinking that this teenager seemed to be quite straightforward.
Only tomorrow.
He put the leather bag in his chest and thought for a moment while looking at the moonlight outside the window.
Tomorrow, Ossivia would probably find that he was not in the room early in the morning.
"No." Hoffa said decisively.
"Uh-huh." The pale teenager did not expect Hoffa to refuse. "What do you think?"
"We'll leave tonight." Hoffa asked, "Can we?"
Silby was silent for a moment. "Can I ask why? Bach. "
"Because I'm very busy. I have something urgent to do back here," Hoffa said.
"Oh? Then what time do you plan to leave tonight? "Silby asked with interest.
"Right away."
“ok。”
This time it was Hoffa's turn to be surprised. This employer was so easy to talk to? Not only was he surprised, but the little girl named Nancy also exclaimed.
"Silby!"
"Needless to say, leaving half a day earlier or half a day later makes no difference. You don't have to worry about my business. First, help me pack my luggage, and then help me thank Raymond for taking care of me. "
As he spoke, he turned his wheelchair and came in front of Hoffa. "What are you waiting for? Help me pack."
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