Chapter 76

Three people fish in and enter the room.

When Hoffa first saw his hotel room, he thought it was a good place to live. Now it seems that poverty has limited his imagination.

This room is quite comparable to the goblin office he saw last time in gulinger. It covers a large area, with elegant carpet inlaid with silver thread, towering mahogany cabinet, exquisite porcelain in the cabinet, and a black piano in the corner.

Of course, the most striking thing was in the middle of the room, where Hoffa saw a young man in a wheelchair.

He was three or four years older than himself, wrapped in a thick gray blanket, and looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is very handsome, with gray hair, gray eyes and pale complexion. The mottled moonlight shone on him.

It's like a vampire who can't see light all the year round, and it's like an old and faded shell.

What's more striking is that on his right hand side, there is a super large cup, in which there is a huge transparent straw, which goes around his neck and stops at his mouth.

His dim eyes swept over several faces, pausing a little longer on Hoffa's.

"Are you a candidate, too?"

"Well."

Hoffa lowered his head, thinking it was a coincidence. Last year, I went to gulingge with Yinduo and cheated 5000 gold coins with this guy's name. Now when I see you, I will be embarrassed.

Sylby opened his mouth and sucked water from the long straw.

"Sit down."

The three sat on the sofa.

"I'll just ask a few questions." The boy in the blanket said, "can you speak Spanish?"

"Yes, I can speak not only Spanish but also Italian, French, Portuguese, German and even Russian," Huang said immediately

The red haired man frowned and said, "I can speak four languages, English, Spanish, French and German."

"And you?"

Hoffa lowered his head: "No."

"What do you know?" Asked the boy calmly.

"Chinese, English."

Hoffa said.

Chinese? The other two looked at each other and laughed as if they had heard something very strange.

"What are you laughing at?" Asked Silby, faintly. Two people immediately shut up, this not big young person body actually has the astonishing gas field.

"Why do you want this job?" The boy continued.

"In order to improve my ability, I always think that only the collision between genius and genius can produce the most wonderful spark. On this point, I am very confident."

Red haired man: "humanistic care, help others, this is what I always want to do. Especially for the disabled, I always have great love and think that it is the most glorious thing for them to live a positive life. "

Sylby looked up at the ceiling for a moment. His eyes turned to Hoffa. "What about you?"

Hoffa frowned: "lack of money."

The other two finally couldn't help it. They all frowned at Hoffa.

But Silby was unmoved. He asked feebly, "work experience."

Hoffa was a little upset. He just sent people to Spain. Why was it like selecting a presidential secretary.

"I'm good at administration." Huang said. "It includes financial management and asset restructuring. By the way, the trainee I graduated from was British Prime Minister Chamberlain, who spoke highly of me."

The red haired man squinted at him, proudly untied his briefcase and showed his certificate.

"I have been certified by the most authoritative first-class nutritionist, first-class nurse and first-class mental health doctor in the world, and I have served many non-profit charities. I believe Mr. Silby will experience unprecedented experience under my care..."

when the red haired man boasted, Silby looked up at the ceiling, as if he was in a trance for a moment State, as if suddenly interested in ceiling carving.

Finally, the red haired man finished his resume.

"Sir

"Sir."

"Mr. Spencer?"

Sylby lowered his head as if to react.

Has been standing at the door of the little black sister step forward, carrying a pot began to help him cup water.

But the next second.

The little black girl suddenly threw the kettle at the three people, took out a fruit knife from her pocket like a ghost, and stabbed the paralyzed boy's temple like lightning across her elbow.

Kill me!

In the drowsy scene, Hoffa's hair stood up suddenly. It was useless to recite incantations at such a close distance.

He was given less than a second to react.

He directly started the skill of conversion

Life conversion

Life: 8

Magic: 2

in the severe headache, Hoffa's muscles expanded, he kicked open the chair, rushed out like a sharp arrow, held the girl's waist and pressed her on the carpet, and the whole person took her to rub 3 meters on the ground."What are you doing?"

Hoffa pressed his opponent's wrist and asked in a startled voice.

It's not a joke. It's a real knife.

With a smile, the little girl compared her fingers to the muzzle of a gun and made a gesture of shooting at Hoffa's head.

"Well, you're quick."

In his wheelchair, Silby looked coldly at the two young men sitting in the chairs with their mouths wide open. The warm water in the pot drips slowly from their faces and slides on their crotch.

"The door is in the back. You can go away," said Silby

They didn't know what was going on. They went out of the room, pale and wet.

The wheelchair rolled and came to Hoffa. Hoffa let go of the little girl, frowned and stood up. Now he couldn't figure out the wheelchair boy in front of him.

The little black girl Nancy picked up the fruit knife, went out and brought it to the door.

Only Hoffa and Silby were left in the room.

"What about your work experience?" Asked Silby softly.

"No

Sylby put out his tongue and began to sniff the liquid in the straw. It took him a long time to speak slowly.

What's your name.

"Hoffa Bach."

"Are you a wizard?"

"You too? I heard Ramon say you're a student of booth Barton

Silby didn't speak and looked at Hoffa critically.

"Well, 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?"

"Short." Said Hoffa.

"Even at the age of 15, shouldn't you stay at home at this time? Do your homework, have some ice cream, and write to your girlfriend? "

The wheelchair turns and he turns to Hoffa's right.

"Cheap clothes, the price and workmanship will not exceed 20 shillings, wearing more than a year old shoes, but with a valuable Francois magic watch, why do you appear in the LeBron hotel?"

"Then why did you leave me?"

Hoffa directly raised his head and asked. The tone of each sentence was interrogation, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Curious." "You are the youngest of the 49 applicants these days, but you are the one with the fastest reaction, so I'm curious."

Hoffa couldn't answer. They were silent for a few seconds.

"Do you like Mozart?"

Hoffa was confused: "what?"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, do you like his music?"

"Never heard of it."

To be honest, Hoffa doesn't know much about western music.

"And Chopin?" Asked Silby, irresistibly.

"No

"Then why is your surname Bach? What's your relationship with Bach, a German musician?"

Hoffa was puzzled by this series of messy questions. He was just sending people to Barcelona. Why did he ask these irrelevant questions.

"I don't know much about classical music." Said Hoffa dryly.

"You don't like Muggle music." Said Silby sharply.

Hoffa was not happy in his heart. He didn't know how many good songs he had heard in his previous life. This guy actually heard several classical songs and pretended to be 13 in front of him. What does this have to do with his work. Or maybe he didn't want to make himself competent for the job, but just wanted to amuse himself when he was young.

"Why not talk about work?" "I just heard that someone was going to Barcelona and needed an escort. The escort fee was 50 kingalon and I came," Hoffa said

"You don't like art," Silby said slowly, sipping the water

Well, it seems that the job search plan may be stalled. Do you 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. I'm going to leave.

"I'm a squib." Suddenly, Silby answered Hoffa's first question slowly.

Hoffa looked at him in surprise, but he didn't care much. He nodded and went on to the door.

"Don't you feel for me?" Sylby suddenly asked aloud behind Hoffa.

"What?" Hoffa turned and said, "what are you talking about?"

"I said, do you sympathize with me? Squib, disabled, only the head can move up and down the body. " He asked, squinting.

"Sympathy?" Hoffa laughed. He pointed to the ceiling and said, "why should I sympathize with you? You live in the presidential suite."

Sylby's eyes were wide open for a moment.The little girl named Nancy came in from the outside, looked at Silby's expression, quickly came forward, pulled Hoffa, and whispered, "come out with me."

Hoffa stares at each other.

The girl pulled him and whispered, "let's go."

Hoffa muttered, "strange guy."

"Wait a minute."

Sylby's voice came from behind.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that his eyes narrowed into crescent moon. Silby said with a smile, "you're hired."

The little girl next to me has a big mouth.

The wheelchair rolled grunting to Hoffa's side, and Silby looked at Hoffa with his head slightly up.

Hoffa couldn't understand each other's brain circuits: "Mr. Spencer, are you serious?"

"Just call me sylby." The boy gave a slight smile.

Then he turned his wheelchair: "my plan is to start tomorrow, go from Casablanca to port Tangier, then cross the Strait of gibraltarian, across Spain, and return to Barcelona, where my family will meet me.

This task, if you can complete the escort, I will not only pay you 50 kingalons, but also consider giving you a full-time job. "

Hoffa frowned. "What do you say? I'm just a temporary worker. I don't need a full-time job."

"I won't wait for you to pass." With that, Silby nodded to the little girl.

The little girl stepped aside, opened a box, took a small leather bag out of it and threw it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took it and opened it. There was a handful of gold coins in it.

Sylby: "since you're a wizard, I'll pay you Garonne. I'll give you 25 first. It's a deposit for successful application. When the task is finished, I'll give you the balance and maybe a bonus. Now, help me back to Barcelona, do you have any suggestions? If not, come back to me tomorrow. "

Hoffa weighed the leather bag in his hand, thinking that the boy seemed quite cheerful.

Just tomorrow...

he put his bag in his chest, looked at the moonlight outside the window and thought for a moment.

Tomorrow, I'm afraid osivia will find herself out of the room in the morning.

"No way." Hoffa said decisively.

"Well." The pale boy didn't expect Hoffa to refuse. "What do you think?"

"We're leaving tonight." "Can I?" Hoffa asked

"Can I ask why?" said Silby? Bach

"Because I'm very busy, I have something urgent when I come back." Hoffa said.

"Oh? What time are you going to leave tonight? " Asked Silby with interest.

"Right away."

“OK。”

This time it's Hoffa's turn to be surprised. Is the Employer so talkative? Not only he was surprised, but also the little girl named Nancy.

"Sylby!"

"Needless to say, it makes no difference to leave half a day early and half a day late. You don't have to worry about my business. First help me pack, and then help me to thank Raymond for taking care of me. "

With that, he turned his wheelchair and came to Hoffa: "what are you waiting for? Help me pack up."

Hoffa rubbed his chin. He had a feeling. The young man in front of him seemed more eager to leave here than himself.