Chapter 83

As Silby spoke, Hoffa's face grew pale. He didn't know Franco at all, and he didn't know the history of Spain.

But Hoffa never thought that his place was an axis power.

And Adolf Hitler, the most famous demon in history, is only one kilometer away from himself.

If you are lucky, you may meet him on the street.

On the streets of Spain, Hoffa swallowed his saliva and looked at the girls who came and went to pinch fans. For a moment, he felt chilly.

This... Is too real.

Gululu....

gululu....

however, the acid surge in his stomach brought Hoffa back to reality. He had not eaten for more than 30 hours. No matter the axis or the alliance, food is always to be eaten.

Or steal something to eat? Hoffa thought.

The next second, however, he rejected the idea.

I don't want to steal.

He looked down at Silby, and Silby said, "that's the truth. If you still speak English, I'm afraid we'll be killed before we starve to death."

"Can't you speak Spanish? Your family... "

" I won't, I just passed by Spain and came home from here. "

"Will osivia speak?" Hoffa said sullenly.

"Well, I hired you. What's more, it's still unknown whether she can speak Spanish. If she can't, I'm afraid she'll have to run into a wall outside. "

Just a few moments after his simple communication with Silby, people around him looked at him with vigilance and discontent. Moreover, within the scope of his mental field, he also sensed the traces of one or two adult witches.

Hoffa sighed, closed his mouth, and pushed Silby's wheelchair through the streets of Spain.

Silby is right. The country has just ended its civil war with the help of the government.

On the buildings on both sides of the city, new posters are pasted in many places.

The bearded Fuehrer smiles like a flower on the poster, holding another man's hand. Don't think about it. That man must be Franco.

Not only that, from time to time, soldiers drove by in an old green jeep, which was printed with red characters. At first glance, it was provided by Germany.

As the jeep started, a group of young men waved excitedly to them.

Obviously, in this era, * * is just an ordinary political party. These people don't know what kind of blood and terror they will bring to the planet in the future.

Hoffa watched the row of German jeeps leave.

Under the effect of starvation, his thinking began to become extremely flexible. A strange idea floated into his brain.

In fact, although he doesn't speak German, he is very familiar with German witches.

If Hoffa were to describe Schmidt rutrov, it would be - I know all of them.

Not to mention his dress, he remembers several buckles on his clothes.

Although it's a wizard's uniform, it's not much different from those German officers on the street. The only difference is that they have different hats.

Looking at the delicious food in the window, the stomach acid surges, and the sudden idea grows like a virus.

Looking for a corner where there was no one around, Hoffa pushed Silby into an alley behind a clothing store. In the alley, he held a magic wand to his body.

as like as two peas in the shape of a transfiguration, his clothes became a uniform robe similar to Schmidt Ralph. The black robes were very tight and there was a cuff on his arm.

Hoffa turns around the window of the shop and nods with satisfaction. Then he taps on Silby, too. The blanket and robe on Silby become the standard robe of a German wizard.

Not only that, he knocked on the wheelchair and drew a * character on it.

Sylby was surprised. He looked at Hoffa. "The wizard is so convenient."

Hoffa looked at himself in the closet next door and thought that he was still a little too young. So he took out a tissue from Silby's wheelchair, turned it into a small piece of black wool, and stuck it on his upper lip.

It looked funny all of a sudden, and sylby was all smiles.

At the same time, there were several soldiers carrying guns passing by. Hoffa snapped Silby and told him to shut up.

The wand became a military cap in Hoffa's hands.

Hoffa put his hat on his head, his head down, and the brim covered most of his face.

Sylby in the wheelchair shut up, but his face was red.

After the change, Hoffa walked into a Spanish restaurant, which also had anti British signs and looked a little more advanced than the previous one.

But this time, before Hoffa reached the door, a waiter saw two people outside.As soon as his face changed, he trotted all the way, opened the door and raised his hand at attention.

“HeilHitler！！”

Hoffa was stunned, but at least he had seen a movie. Then also quickly habitually raised his right hand, parrot general.

“HeilHitler。”

This time, it's the other party's turn to be in a daze. The waiter looked at his hand in disbelief, as if wondering, but then he let go of the doubt and welcomed Hoffa into the dining room with a smile.

This restaurant is much more upscale than the fast food restaurant just now, although the decoration is ordinary. But it is resplendent with crystal chandeliers on the top.

As soon as they came in, a small half of the young people stood up and raised their hands to Hoffa enthusiastically. Heil Hitler's voice was heard all the time.

Hoffa was embarrassed. He also raised his right hand and went back one by one. But every time he came back, someone looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In the wheelchair, Silby was frantic, and his lips wriggled to remind Hoffa, "left hand... Left hand!"

He spoke so quietly that Hoffa didn't hear him, still holding out his right hand.

The waiter respectfully opened his chair, bent down to let Hoffa sit down, and presented the menu with both hands.

When he looked at the menu, Hoffa's voice was even louder.

But this time he learned to be good. He didn't speak at all. Instead, he propped up his chest and pointed around on the menu with a pretentious hand, ordering all the dishes with the highest amount of money.

The waiter smiles like a flower, and keeps brushing in his hand.

When Hoffa finished ordering and the waiter left, Silby opened his eyes and growled, "are you European or not?"

Hoffa: ah, what

"Left hand, you just used the Roman salute, fool! If you meet a real German officer in the street, you will be shot! "

"Left hand..."

Hoffa looked at his hand and turned pale.

No wonder those people always look at themselves strangely.

Just as he was about to speak, the waiter came back. He not only came back, but also brought a chef back with a warm smile.

The chef blushed and bowed for a long time,

but Hoffa couldn't understand a word, but he lowered the brim of his hat and knocked his fingers on the table with a impatient look.

So the chef turned to Silby again.

In pretending impatience, the French teenager is much more skillful than Hoffa. He leans his head sickly, but his brows are slightly wrinkled, and his whole body exudes the air of being superior. I don't want to pay attention to you.

The cook immediately stopped talking, took a wine bottle from a waitress, opened it respectfully for them, and then stepped back.

He's here to deliver wine.

Hoffa was cold on the surface and couldn't help laughing at the respectful look of these people. It's estimated that no one dares to say anything even if they have a overlord meal.

Soon, the waiters shuttled between them.

The dishes were presented.

paella, a crisp red green salad, a crisp leg of lamb baked in coal, a sour and delicious vinegar sardine, a thick, foaming Madrid soup, a thin cicada like Iberian ham slice, a baked grilled Galicia Octopus slice, and a Spanish cold soup that is served in a transparent small cup, decorated with strawberries and tomatoes...

, if it is not for itself. As a "German officer", the hungry Hoffa would turn his wand into chopsticks, and then jump on it to eat.

But because of his identity, Hoffa picked up the knife and fork with a slight tremble, but Sven quickly put it in his mouth. After a night of starvation, Hoffa felt like he was in heaven.

On the other side of the table, Silby kept coughing and making noises through his teeth.

"Feed me quickly, don't worry about yourself...!"

Because of his employer status, Hoffa forked food into his mouth with his left hand and into Silby's mouth with his right hand.

The two of them cooperated very well.

The food on the table soon lost most of it.

However, just as Hoffa put a whole piece of shrimp into Silby's mouth, he suddenly whined and his head was shaking.

Hoffa thought he was choking, so as soon as he came in, he handed him the water cup next to him, but he shook his head and stared at Hoffa behind him.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa asked

Sylby: "back... Back."

As soon as Hoffa turned his head, his eyes widened.

Squeak!!

With a few angry tire rubs.

A black old car pulled up at the door of the hotel, followed by three green jeeps full of soldiers.

The car stopped and the door opened.Three tall men in black uniforms, black high top leather boots, two silver lines on their chests and white background characters on their arms pushed open the glass door and walked in with their heads held high.

Patta!

The fork fell into the plate and Hoffa felt a little dizzy.

Gai... Gestapo!?