Before Hoffa could linger at the bottom of the valley for too long, the pursuit began.
At this moment, footsteps came from the stone steps next to them.
Soldiers were coming!
Ossivia had no time to be surprised. She quickly turned her head and strode forward to grab Hoffa and Silby's wheelchairs.
Crack!
With a violent magic wave, Hoffa felt that he was stuffed into a rubber tube, and his limbs were all squeezed into his abdomen.
They spun and disappeared. Ossivia brought them to the top of a six-story building next to them with Mirage.
As soon as the three of them appeared on the roof, a row of soldiers rushed into the alley.
They poked the baguettes on the ground with their Mauser guns and quickly said something that they couldn't understand. The leading soldier quickly pointed his finger at the surroundings.
Then, a group of soldiers spread out and searched in different directions.
Ossivia stared downstairs. After the soldiers left, she let go of Hoffa's wrist and stepped back with her arms crossed. She walked to the side and looked at him coldly.
Hoffa finally realized that he was still dressed as a woman. He shuddered and instantly canceled all the transformation spells.
It took him a while to figure out what to say.
"Senior Ossivia, listen to me. It's not what you think."
But Ossivia looked at him lifelessly. Although there was no such thing as a pervert in this era, there was no doubt that she was looking at a pervert.
"What hobbies you have are none of my business," she said coldly.
Hoffa staggered.
Right now, no one was more eager to end this damned journey than him.
He wanted to return to London as soon as possible and cut off all contact with these two people so that he could pretend that this memory had never happened.
Silby said faintly, "Actually, I think that outfit suits Hoffa quite well. If possible, I really want to take you to the World Expo."
"Shut up."
"Cut the crap."
Ossivia and Hoffa interrupted Silby at the same time.
Osivia said, "I just checked the route. If you want to go to Barcelona, the shortest route is from Granada, then to Valencia, and then to Barcelona. It'll take you at most a week to go along the Mediterranean Sea. If we're fast enough, we can get there in three days. "
As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper, on which several driving routes were recorded.
But Hoffa sighed after a few glances. "Don't even think about driving. I'm afraid our car is now detained in the German headquarters."
"What?" Ossivia frowned unhappily. "Muggle soldiers detained your car. What do you mean?"
Silby was the first to tell Osivia about what had just happened. He boasted in a proud tone, as if he had experienced some heroic deed.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ossivia rubbed his head in discomfort.
"You pretended to be German officers just to have a meal."
Silby said, "What else? Starve to death?"
Ossivia sneered. "Is the desire for food that important? Why didn't you wait for me to come back? "
Silby retorted, "You were the one who abandoned us first."
Hoffa saw Ossivia's unfriendly expression and immediately changed the topic. "There are other ways, right? We can take a car. Aren't there many trains here? "
"If you want to take a car, you have to be fast." Ossivia said, "Pretending to be a Nazi officer is a felony. Rumor has it that the Muggle leader of Germany is now in this city. If this happens, the SS will probably immediately lock down all the stations. By then, it will be difficult for us to leave this city. "
"Leave now?"
Ossivia nodded. "There's no time. Hurry and get ready."
Hoffa knew that Ossivia was right. Looking down from the top of the building, there were soldiers running everywhere in the distance.
A few soldiers were still shouting in unintelligible Spanish below.
"But, how do we leave this place?"
Hoffa murmured, "Can we directly use Mirage to go to the station?"
"No." Ossivia immediately refused. "Mirage requires you to know the target location like the back of your hand, but I've never been to the station in this city. It's impossible for me to use Mirage to take you there."
After a pause, Ossivia said, "Didn't you hear what the Muggle soldiers just said? They are now looking for a teenager pushing a wheelchair. With your current appearance, I'm afraid you will be discovered as soon as you go out. "
"Hoffa can pretend to be a woman," Silby suggested excitedly.
Hoffa slapped him on the head and gritted his teeth. "If you mention this again, I'll push you down the stairs."
Ossivia was expressionless. "No matter how you disguise yourself, you and your wheelchair are too conspicuous."
"Then what should we do?"
The three of them were silent for a while.
"I'll ride on your shoulder, is that okay?" Silby looked at Hoffa. "Then we'll cover ourselves with a robe, and we'll look like adults."
"Okay?" Hoffa slowly turned his head and sneered. "You can't even control yourself when you pee. Do you think I'll let you ride on my shoulder? "
Silby rolled his eyes.
"How about this, you can carry him. You can do anything, but you can't push the wheelchair," Ossivia said.
Carry?
Hoffa could accept this suggestion, so he carried Silby out of the wheelchair, grabbed his cold and shriveled arm, and put him on his back.
Ossivia took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on. Then he picked up Silby's shroud-like blanket and covered Hoffa's back.
He then took out his magic wand and tapped on Hoffa's body. Suddenly, the blanket turned into a white Arabian robe.
Silby's muffled voice came from the blanket.
"You really don't like me."
Osivita ignored him completely. She took out a few makeup pens from her satchel and applied them on Hoffa's face. Then, she tapped Hoffa's face with her wand and chanted, "Change the head and face."
Suddenly, Hoffa felt a few more wrinkles on his face. He glanced at the mirror in Ossivia's makeup box from the corner of his eye. Hoffa found that he had become an old man, a short old man with a hunched back.
I've really changed Sakura a hundred times, Hoffa thought. I've changed four times in one day.
"This will do."
Ossivia took off her gloves. She casually knocked on Silby's wheelchair and turned the wheelchair into a large suitcase, which she threw to Hoffa.
"Follow me to the station. Don't say a word."
With that, she grabbed Hoffa's shoulder. Click!
The two of them entered the street with Mirage.
Ossivia walked in front, and Hoffa walked behind with a hunched back.
Along the way, the Germans and the Western Army set up countless checkpoints. But no one could see through Hoffa's disguise. Ossivia's disguise for Hoffa was very effective.
The three of them passed through the layers of checkpoints without any mishaps and arrived at the Granada Railway Station in the middle of a mountain stream.
But at this moment, the railway station was full of German soldiers. They were holding guns and patrolling back and forth. Not only that, but Huo Fa could also sense a faint aura of mana in the surroundings.
This magic aura was very strange, but also somewhat familiar.
Ossivia frowned and whispered, "There are wizards among these muggle soldiers. Mirage will definitely be discovered if we go in."
"Go in? I can't buy a ticket in my current state, "Hoffa whispered.
Ossivia stood on tiptoe and observed for a moment, then said, "Follow behind me and don't make any strange movements."
Hoffa stood still as he was told. Ossivia took a few steps forward and placed her wand on her arm. Then, she walked to the two soldiers standing guard and mumbled a few words as if asking for directions. As she spoke, she pointed at Hoffa behind her.
The two soldiers immediately became alert, but then, Ossivia flicked her wand slightly.
A ray of white light flashed, and the two soldiers trembled and revealed a kind smile. Their eyes were lifeless, as if their souls had been taken away.
Ossivia waved at Hoffa.
Walking past the two satisfied soldiers, Hoffa whispered, "Was that the Soul Seizing Spell?"
"Don't talk too much," Ossivia said lightly.
Hoffa shut his mouth, but in his heart, he once again refreshed his understanding of this senior. Clearly, she was not an ordinary student who graduated from a normal academy in the future. She must have received special Aura training, otherwise, it would be impossible for her to use the Soul Seizing Spell so easily.
With the help of Ossivia's Soul Seizing Spell, the two of them walked very smoothly.
However, just as Hoffa was about to step on the old steps and step onto the train. On the footboard of the train, Hoffa saw a flyer that had been trampled into a mess on the ground.
The flyer was colorful and eye-catching on the green floor.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to it. But after taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back. He felt that something was inexplicably familiar.
He couldn't help but squat down.
Sure enough, on the tattered flyer, Hoffa saw a rather familiar king's head. The head was surrounded by machinery and guns.
The flyer also wrote in English, "Believe in the half-human king, and you will gain endless power."
Hoffa frowned deeply.
He seemed to have seen this flyer in London, and now, he saw it again on a train in Spain.
How could it be so coincidental?
Didn't Spain forbid speaking English? Why would someone send an English flyer here?
Before Hoffa could think for a moment, Silby, who was on his shoulder, was knocked around by a few people carrying large bags.
He whispered behind Hoffa, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and take me away."
Hoffa slowly stood up and caught up with Ossivia in front of him. But he couldn't help but think about what he saw on the flyer.
Ossivia led Hoffa and Silby through the corridor of the carriage and finally stopped at the third-class seat at the end of the train.
There were farmers carrying large bags and luggage everywhere, and the carriage was filled with a strong muddy smell. The seats were also the most ordinary hardwood chairs.
Here, Ossivia found a seat, took out a handkerchief and a magic wand to clean up for a moment, and sat down with his legs crossed.
Hoffa didn't care where he sat. He took Silby off his back and placed him opposite Ossivia, and sat next to him.
But Silby exclaimed in a low voice, "Why are you sitting in such a dirty place? Aren't you a neat freak?"
Ossivia said indifferently, "There are the most people here, and it's also the safest place. If someone wants to find you, they'll have to spend more time."
"You're paranoid. Who would come looking for me?"
Silby mocked.
Before he could finish his sentence, a newspaper was flung out of the air and hit Silby's face with a loud smack.
"Paranoid?" Ossivia said coldly. "This is the newspaper from the day before yesterday. Tell me, who's after you?"
Silby and Hoffa stretched out their heads at the same time to take a look.
It was a newspaper from two days ago. On the front page of the newspaper, he saw several black and white photos.
When he took a closer look at it, his expression changed. He immediately copied the newspaper.
The black and white photos couldn't cover up the smell of blood at all.
Hoffa couldn't understand the words on the newspaper, but he could guess what was written.
The Moroccan tragedy!
In the photo, the wizard who had introduced him to the job, Raymond Lebrun's body was lying limply in the basement. There was a big hole in his head, and the blood had dried on the floor.
Looking at the time of the newspaper, it was from two days ago.
Raymond was shot to death on the night he left Morocco!
Hoffa felt his hands and feet turn cold.
Another shot.
It was the same as the death of the head of the Soviet Ministry of Magic three months ago.
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