Chapter 75

At six o'clock in the evening, they had a dinner on the first floor of the hotel in silence. No one said a word to each other. After dinner, Hoffa went directly back to the suite.

He lay in bed, thinking about what to do next.

However, at eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door.

Hoffa was slightly surprised: "please come in."

The door opened and osivia, who had just taken a bath, appeared at the door in her green Nightgown, with something in her hand, dressed as she did before going to bed.

However, her wet hair was wrapped with a sleeping net, and she was still meticulous.

"Mind if I come in?" She asked.

Hoffa shook her head, lifted the quilt up a little,

she sat down by Hoffa's bed, and the shampoo in the air became a little stronger. Hoffa keenly observed that in her white chest where she could see the blue blood vessels, there was a green necklace, which contained mysterious magic waves.

"I hope you don't mind about the day," osivia said. My job is more complicated than you think

Hoffa was absent-minded: "well."

"But to thank you for your cooperation in my work." Osivia said, "do you want to hear a story as compensation?"

As she spoke, she raised her arm and shook the book with pig illustrations in her hand.

"Stories of Peterson"

Hoffa almost didn't have a mouthful of soda and salt to kill each other. Is this guy going to tell himself a bedtime story? How small she is in her eyes.

"No, No."

Hoffa shook his hand out of the phantom.

"You'd better go back and rest early."

Osivia was stunned for a moment. She probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so simply.

"Angry?"

"No way." Hoffa laughed a little grudgingly.

"All right." She stood up and pressed the light switch at the door.

"You stay in the hotel, don't run around, understand?"

"Well."

"Good night."

"Wait a minute, sister osivia." Hoffa stopped her suddenly.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to ask, when shall we go back?"

"Between the middle of July and August, when I'm done here."

"Good night."

Click.

It's dark in the room.

After half an hour of silence, the light in the room came on again.

This time, however, Hoffa stood at the head of the bed, dressed neatly. Or he didn't take off his clothes at all. He opened the cupboard, threw his bag on his back, and went to work. He was wearing socks, carrying shoes, standing at the door of his room.

Hoffa holds the doorknob and thinks for a moment that his ability to be sent out by dipert to perform unknown tasks is not simple.

If you are her, you will definitely use defensive magic at the door to prevent the occurrence of unknown events.

Sure enough, Hoffa opened his mental field and felt it a little bit.

He immediately felt a magic breath near the exit, which should be a warning curse. Not only that, he also sensed an inexplicable green snake swimming slowly in the corner of the living room. If you go out by yourself, I'm afraid you will be noticed by the little snake in an instant.

"It's a bit of a way, sister osivia."

Hoffa said faintly.

Ghost walk!

Then he opened the door, and the whole person disappeared into the material world. Those magic waves could not hinder him at all, and the green snake could not detect his existence at all.

So he calmly went through the two doors, through the protective spell set by osivia. Quietly came to the corridor of the hotel. As soon as he got out of the corridor, he immediately put on his shoes, carried his bag and went down the stairs.

He doesn't know if osivia will come to find himself, but Hoffa still wants to fix the work quickly. If he is caught, it's not so easy to run out again.

But when he got to the counter in the daytime, Raymond was off work. There was only one old black woman who was mopping the floor. The woman's waist was the size of five Hoffa.

Hoffa ran to her and asked in a hurry, "where's Raymond? Where's Raymond? "

*%#$(ﾟ o ﾟ;) ﾟ @? - ^ * ﾟ

the huge black woman patted her mountain chest, shouting the bird language that she could not understand, as if she had eaten a cockroach.

Hoffa anxiously pointed to the counter: "Raymond, Raymond LeBron."

The black woman waved impatiently, and exclaimed excitedly at the incomprehensible native African language.

“WTF！”

Hoffa quickly gave up and asked the old black woman who only spoke the local language. The old woman was still cursing in unknown language behind him.

He ran out of the porch and passed by a group of women in old swimsuits playing in the pool to the location of the doorman during the day.The doorman was standing guard when Hoffa braked in front of him.

He immediately showed a professional smile.

"Where's Raymond LeBron?" Hoffa asked, "I have something to do with him."

The doorman thought for a moment, "Oh, Mr. LeBron is resting at the underground winery now."

Although the doorman also has a strong French accent in English, he can communicate at least.

"Take me there."

"Follow me, please."

Hoffa was relieved.

After the doorman, through several arched stone corridors, Hoffa entered the underground winery with brown tiles. He saw the coquettish old man sitting in the crowd laughing loudly.

Raymond is sitting at the table, playing cards with someone else.

Not only did he drink so much that his face was red and his neck was thick, but he also hugged two girls who were naked. From time to time, the two girls still fed him wine.

There's no time to feel too much about these Frenchmen's life.

He stepped forward quickly and slapped Ramon LeBron on the shoulder.

"Hey

The old man turned his head with bleary eyes and thought about it for a long time.

"Oh, oh. It's you, the one who can deform. What's the matter? Do you want to drink? "

Then he took a glass of wine juice from his companion and handed it to Hoffa.

The breath of wine in his mouth made Hoffa dizzy. He quickly took the cup and put it on the table.

"Thank you. Er, I want to take the job you said this afternoon."

"Work?"

Raymond had drunk too much: "belch, let me Let me find the key job? "

"Look for the key, the disabled, the child." Hoffa held his breath to remind him.

"Oh, the Spencer one."

Raymond suddenly realized that he pushed aside the two women around him, stood up, put his hand in his trouser pocket and turned for a long time. After counting for a long time, he took out a piece and handed it to Hoffa.

"701, go ahead, burp. Just say... It's me, burp, who recommended it. However, I advise you that the boy has a strange temper. It's not easy to pass his interview. "

"And an interview?" Hoffa was surprised.

But Raymond has begun to yell to continue playing cards, very happy.

Hoffa had to take the number plate, quickly out of the underground winery, into the hotel elevator.

701, it should be on the top floor of the hotel.

When he got out of the old sliding door elevator and came to the top floor of the hotel. He found that there was only one room.

Room 701.

On the waiting seat at the door of the room sat two youths in suits. Their hair was red and yellow, their legs were up, their briefcases were on, and they looked solemn.

How can there be such a guy dressed as a clerk here at this late hour, Hoffa muttered to himself.

Just as he wanted to push the door in, a young man with yellow hair on the seat opened his mouth.

"Are you here to apply?"

Hoffa nodded in surprise.

"Don't you know how to queue up? We've been in line all day Another red haired young man said unhappily.

Hoffa's eyes widened. Why do you want to earn 50 gallon? There are so many people competing with you.

Is the world so hard.

Things went beyond Hoffa's expectation.

As there was only one bench around, Hoffa nodded to the two and sat down.

The two young men just snorted. They were wearing black suits, bow ties, gold watches, shiny leather shoes, and the word "elite" was everywhere.

They sat quietly for a while. The young man with yellow hair beside Hoffa asked, "what's your major?"

"Professional? I... "Hoffa didn't think of it for a while. "Magic?"

The two youths were stunned, and then laughed, "ha ha, magic? Are you the clown who came out of the circus

"Don't be kidding. You'd better go back to your mother for a child as young as you."

Hoffa looked at them carefully and said in surprise, "are you Muggles?"

Red haired youth: "what is Muggle?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" he said. "I graduated from Lisbon University. I am a professional lawyer who specializes in financial affairs and has a first-class lawyer's certificate."

Hoffa was even more confused. He took out the number plate and looked at it, wondering if Raymond was stupid and gave himself the wrong number plate. Why do you apply for the escort of booth Barton students and meet the top students who graduated from Muggle university.

At this time, another young man next to him hummed coldly. He glanced at the Yellow haired man and said, "University of Lisbon, lawyer's license? I want to apply for this job with that ability. "

He opened his briefcase ostentatiously.In the briefcase, there are all kinds of shining documents.

"I have a first-class medical certificate, a first-class nutritionist certificate, a first-class nurse certificate, a first-class Psychological Consultant Certificate, and even a special disabled care license. No one is more suitable to be Mr. Spencer's secretary than me."

Hoffa was listening for a while, and then he suddenly realized what was strange.

Spencer, this surname, why do you sound so familiar.

So he asked the redhead.

"Who is this Mr. Spencer?"

"Ah Red haired man holding orchid fingers, pushing glasses exclaimed: "you come to apply for, but why do not even know his employer's information."

Hoffa took a look at his orchid finger and said, "I didn't get the news until this afternoon."

"How can you apply like this?" "Spencer is one of the oldest families in Europe, and their history goes back more than a thousand years," the red haired man said haughtily. There are a lot of assets all over Europe. Every generation of Spencer's descendants are the richest, the most outstanding and the most outstanding men in Europe. The young sylby Spencer of this generation is more...

sylby...

Hoffa always thinks that this name is more familiar.

It's a little strange. Where did he hear the name.

Where on earth is it?

At last, his face changed.

Last year, when ENDOR took himself to gullingo to cheat money, he just pretended to be a guy named sylby Spencer!!!

Bang!

The door of room 701 suddenly opened

the red haired man stopped talking.

A fat man in the same suit came out of the room in a sweat, and his crotch was wet.

A little girl with dark skin said coldly behind him, "it's your turn. Come here."

The dark girl was Nancy, the Mopper Hoffa saw during the day.

As soon as she spoke, the young man who graduated from Lisbon University stood up and looked scornfully at the fat man whose crotch was wet.

But the little dark girl was rather upset and said, "you three, come in together. Mr. Spencer is tired."