On the mountain road, Huo Fa drove the car in silence with mixed feelings. Originally, he thought that this was just an escort mission for 50 Gold Coins. He just had to push a wheelchair to Barcelona for sightseeing and then come back and he would get the Gold Coins.
However, it wasn't until this guy peed in his pants that Hoffa realized that making money was not an easy task, even if it was only 50 Gold Coins.
As a disabled person who could only move his head, Silby did not have the ability to control his bowel movements.
After the first crazy night, Hoffa did not dare to let Silby touch a drop of water again. At around nine o 'clock in the morning, the three of them entered the roadside rest stop.
Hoffa originally wanted to buy some food here and rest for a while before continuing on his journey.
However, when he entered the town, he found that there was no one in the town. The town had long been dilapidated and abandoned. The streets were empty. Not even a ghost could be seen, let alone a person.
The wooden houses of the town were covered with bullet holes and there were huge gaps in the ground caused by the explosions of artillery shells. From time to time, Hoffa could see one or two corpses lying in the shadows.
Some of the corpses were even hanging on the glass windows, wearing green military uniforms. Some were lying on the damaged rusted vehicles as if they were one with the cold metal.
The ground was full of rotten and broken limbs.
The air was filled with the smell of death and decay.
Hoffa slowed down the car and slowly went around a trench. He muttered, "What's going on here?"
What's going on here?
Hoffa muttered to himself. Other than watching movies, he had never seen so many corpses.
"This country has just finished a civil war. There are too many places like this," Silby sighed in the backseat.
"But just keep driving forward. It won't be like this in a big city."
Civil war?
War again.
Faced with such a scene, Hoffa could only give up on the plan to rest. He sped up and left the wasteland.
On the way, Hoffa saw many such dilapidated towns. There were also some destroyed tanks and aircraft wreckage on the road.
For some reason, Hoffa saw red swastikas on some of the tanks, which he could not understand.
He was in Spain, so why did he see German vehicles? World War II hadn't even started yet. Could it be that this country was already at odds with Germany?
Finally, at around 11 o 'clock in the afternoon.
Pedestrians and vehicles began to appear in Hoffa's line of sight. The surrounding environment and the town regained their vitality.
The heavy and somber atmosphere faded away, and they arrived in the southern Spanish city of Granada.
This city was located in the famous Sierra Nevada. At the foot of the mountain, Hoffa could see layers upon layers of ancient buildings built against the mountain.
After entering the city, Silby became active again.
He stuck out his tongue and pointed at the palace with red brick walls in the distance. "That's the Alhambra Palace, built by the Moors in the 13th century."
Hoffa glanced at the palace and turned back to the front passenger seat.
Compared to the palaces of the ancients, he was more worried about this senior's mental state. Ever since that crazy night, she had a look of extreme disgust on her face.
"Are you okay?" Hoffa asked worriedly.
"Stop the car," she said coldly.
The black car stopped at the side of the road. There were not many cars in this era. A black car was already eye-catching enough, not to mention that this car was missing a door.
Some Spanish women passing by were shocked to see a tall woman in a green nightgown get out of the car with a cold face. The story in the car made their imaginations run wild.
Hoffa rolled down the window and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Buying clothes and taking a shower."
As she spoke, she took out her magic wand and tapped Hoffa's shoulder.
"I left a trace of a tracking magic beacon. Don't go too far with this good-for-nothing."
After that, she strode away without looking back.
Silby watched Ossivia leave. He suddenly asked, "Are you also Slytherin?"
"Me? I'm not, "Hoffa said.
"Gryffindor?" Silby asked.
"Gryffindor? Do I look like one? "
"Yes."
"Okay." Hoffa shrugged. In fact, Silby was not the first person to think so, but Hoffa did not intend to explain too much.
His mind was full of food and rest.
For the senior from the Snake Courtyard who was obsessed with cleanliness, cleanliness was more important than a full stomach.
But Hoffa was not like that. He was travel-worn and starving. After a night of torment and a long journey, he could not wait to have a meal and find a hotel to rest.
He decided to look for a restaurant first.
Soon, Hoffa saw a fast-food restaurant on the street.
The window of the restaurant was filled with all kinds of ham, sausages, cheese, salmon, cuttlefish, barnacles, and other seafood that Hoffa could not name.
In order to complete the escort mission, he first had to fill his stomach.
He parked the car in front of the fast-food restaurant and pushed Silby into the restaurant.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, the rich aroma rushed into Hoffa's nose. The smell of olive oil, garlic, pepper, and other spices made him salivate.
He hurriedly pushed Silby to a window seat and began to call for the waiter.
Hearing his call, a red-necked waiter in a white apron turned his head rather coldly and stood beside Hoffa.
“?
algo?”
(What do you want?)
"Menu, menu!"
Hoffa did not understand what the waiter was saying, but he motioned for the waiter to pass him the menu.
The waiter withdrew his hand and avoided Hoffa. He asked coldly, "?
Británicos? "
(Are you British?)
Huh? What did you say? Hoffa did not understand at all, so he asked him in English, "Can you.
english？”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Hoffa sensed that something was wrong.
At this moment, all the diners and workers in the restaurant turned their heads and looked at him.
The waiter's face turned completely cold.
Ten seconds later.
The door was slammed!
Huo Fa, who had just entered the restaurant, was pushed out by someone. Before he could sit down properly, his wheelchair was kicked out of the restaurant as it spun on the ground.
“?
Letrero!!? "(Can't you see the sign?)
The owner of the fast-food restaurant was wearing a red shirt, a white skirt, and a chef's hat. He was banging on a sign and shouting crazily. Hoffa was confused.
“los
Británicos
entrar！！”
(I refuse to serve anyone from the British Isles!!)
After that, the old man made an international gesture to Hoffa, spat on the ground, and walked back into the restaurant with a spatula.
Hoffa stood there in a daze, completely dumbfounded.
Silby's wheelchair turned a few times and came to Hoffa's side. He was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "The British Isles have been bullied.
"This country has been bullied badly by the United Kingdom. Half of its overseas territories have been taken away by the United Kingdom. How dare you speak English in Spain?
"Then what should I speak if not English?" Hoffa was shocked.
"Spanish, Valencian," Silby said casually.
"Valencian? I've never heard of it!"
Huo Fa rubbed his abdomen and complained.
"Well, it's not bad if you can speak German," Silby said.
"What?! Why should I speak German? "
"Do you know a Spanish general called Franco?"
"Please, can you not talk about history with me?" Hoffa said.
"What history? Just a few months ago, the muggle leaders of Germany and Italy helped Franco overthrow the previous government. Now, there are a large number of German troops in this country.
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