As Silby spoke, Hoffa's face gradually turned pale. He didn't know Franco at all, and he didn't know something as obscure as Spanish history.

But Hoffa never imagined that the place where he was was actually an Axis power.

And the distance between Adolf Hitler, the most famous devil in history, and himself is probably less than 1 kilometer.

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

On the streets of Spain, Hoffa swallowed his saliva and looked at the girls fanning around him, and for a moment he felt chilly all over his body.

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 thirty hours. Regardless of the Axis or the Alliance, food must be eaten.

How about becoming invisible and stealing some food? Hoffa thought to himself.

However, he rejected this idea the next second.

Don't want to steal it.

He lowered his head and looked at Silby, who said: "That's the fact. If you still speak English, I'm afraid we will be beaten to death before we starve to death."

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

"I won't, I'm just passing through Spain on my way home from here."

"Will Osilvia say it?" Hoffa said glumly.

"Hey, I'm hiring you. Besides, it's still unknown whether she can speak Spanish. If not, I'm afraid she will run into a wall outside."

During the brief exchange between him and Silby, the people around him looked at him with vigilance and dissatisfaction. Moreover, within the range covered by his mental force field, he also sensed the traces of one or two adult wizards.

.

Hoffa let out a long sigh, closed his mouth, and pushed Silby's wheelchair through the streets of Spain.

Silby was right, this country had just ended its civil war with the help of the Communist Party.

Brand-new posters are posted on buildings on both sides of the city in many places.

The head of state with a mustache is smiling like a flower on the poster, holding the hand of another man. Needless to say, that man must be some kind of Franco.

Not only that, from time to time, soldiers drove by in old-fashioned green jeeps with red swastikas printed on them, which showed that they were provided by Germany.

As the jeep drove away, a group of young men waved excitedly to them below.

Obviously, in this era, the Communist Party is just an ordinary political party. These people do not know yet what kind of bloodshed and terror they will bring to this planet in the future.

Hoffa watched the line of German jeeps leave.

Under the influence of hunger, his thinking began to become extremely vivid. An inexplicable idea floated into his brain.

In fact, although he doesn't speak German, he is quite familiar with German wizards, very familiar with them.

If Hoffa was asked to describe Schmidt Rutloff, it would probably be - I know him all when he turns to ashes.

Not to mention the way he was dressed, Hoffa could remember every button on his clothes.

Although it is a wizard uniform, it is not much different from the dressing of the German officers on the street. The only difference is that the hats are different.

Looking at the delicious food in the window, my stomach acid surged, and my sudden thoughts grew like a virus.

Finding a deserted corner, Hoffa pushed Silby into an alley behind a clothing store. In the alley, he took a wand and pointed it at himself.

Under the influence of the transformation spell, his clothes turned into the same standard robe as Schmidt Lutloff, black and strict, with sleeves on his arms.

Hoffa walked around the window of the clothing store and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he also knocked on Sylby's body, and the blanket and robes covering Sylby's body became the standard robe of a German wizard.

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

Silby was shocked. He looked at Hoffa: "The wizard is really convenient."

Hoffa looked at himself in the closet next door, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he was still a little too immature. So he took out a tissue from Silby's wheelchair and turned it into a small square black piece.

The woolen material stuck to my upper lip.

It suddenly looked funny, and Sylby burst out laughing.

Just then, a few more gun-carrying soldiers who were saying hello passed by on the street. Hoffa quickly slapped Silby and told him to shut up.

The wand turned into a military hat in Hoffa's hands.

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

Silby in the wheelchair shut up, but her face was already red.

After the change was completed, Hoffa walked into a Spanish restaurant again. This restaurant also had a sign against the British and seemed to be a little more upscale than the previous one.

But this time, before Hoffa could reach the door, a waiter saw the two people outside.

His expression changed, and he rushed over at a trot in an instant, opened the door, stood at attention and raised his hands.

"HeilHitler!!"

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

"HeilHitler."

This time, it was the other party's turn to be stunned. The waiter looked at his hands in confusion, as if wondering about something, but then he put aside his doubts and welcomed Hoffa into the restaurant with a smile.

This restaurant is much more upscale than the fast food restaurant just now. Although the outside decoration is ordinary, the inside is magnificent, with a transparent crystal chandelier hanging on the top.

As soon as he entered, less than half of the young people here stood up and raised their hands to Hoffa enthusiastically. Heil Hitler's voice could not be heard.

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

In the wheelchair, Silby was going crazy. His lips moved as he reminded Hoffa: "Left hand...left hand!"

He spoke too quietly, so Hoffa didn't hear him and still stretched out his right hand.

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

Looking at the menu, Hoffa's stomach growled even louder.

But this time he learned the lesson. He didn't speak at all. Instead, he held out his chest reservedly, pointed his hand on the menu in a pretentious manner, and ordered all the dishes with the highest price tags at the back.

The waiter smiled like a flower and kept memorizing it with his hands.

After Hoffa finished ordering and the waiter left, Silby widened his eyes and growled: "Are you European?"

Hoffa: "Ah, what?"

"Left hand, what you just used was the ancient Roman military salute, idiot! If you meet a real German officer on the street, you will be shot!"

"Left hand..."

Hoffa looked at his hands and turned a little pale.

Was it my right hand that I had been raising just now? No wonder those people always looked at me strangely.

Just as he was about to speak, the waiter came back. Not only did he come back, he also brought back a chef with a diligent smile on his face.

The chef's face turned red, he nodded and hunched over and said something to the side for a long time.

But Hoffa couldn't understand a word, but he lowered the brim of his hat and tapped his fingers on the table, looking impatient.

Then the chef turned to Silby again.

The French boy was much better at pretending to be impatient than Hoffa. He tilted his head sickly and frowned slightly, exuding the aura of a superior person. He looked like I don’t want to deal with a subordinate like you.

attitude.

The chef immediately stopped talking, took the wine bottle from a waitress, opened it respectfully for the two of them, and then withdrew.

He's here to deliver drinks.

Hoffa looked cold on the surface, but couldn't help but laugh on the inside. Seeing how respectful these people were, I guess no one would dare to say anything even if he had a meal of his own.

Soon, the waiter shuttled between rooms.

The dishes were presented one after another.

Spanish paella with bright red and green colors, a whole leg of lamb roasted over coals, crispy and tender, spicy and sour vinegar-stuffed sardines, thick and bubbly Madrid broth, and thin slices of Iberian ham.

, Galician octopus fillet grilled in a copper pot, and Spanish cold soup served in a transparent small cup, garnished with strawberries and tomatoes...

If he hadn't been concerned about his status as a "German officer", the hungry Hoffa would have turned his wand into chopsticks and pounced on it to eat.

But due to his identity, Hoffa trembled slightly and picked up the knife and fork, but Sven quickly put it into his mouth. Eating this kind of food after being hungry all night, Hoffa felt like he was in heaven at the moment.

On the other side of the table, Silby kept coughing, making sounds from between his teeth.

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

Due to his status as an employer, Hoffa took the food with his left hand and put it in his mouth, and with his right hand he put the food in Silby's mouth.

The two of them cooperated quite well.

After going back and forth, most of the food on the table was quickly gone.

However, just when Hoffa stuffed a whole piece of shrimp meat into Silby's mouth, he suddenly whined strangely and his head kept shaking.
To be continued...