Chapter 75 8, True and False Aristocrats

At six o'clock in the evening, the two had a dinner on the first floor of the hotel in unusual silence, and neither of them said a word to the other. After the meal, Hoffa went straight back to the suite.

He lay on the bed, thinking about what to do next.

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

Hoffa was a little surprised: "Please come in."

The door opened, and Osivia, who had just taken a shower, appeared at the door in a green nightgown, holding something in her hand, dressed before going to bed.

But her wet hair was wrapped in a sleeping net, and she was still meticulous.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

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

She sat down beside Hoffa's bed, and the scent of shampoo in the air suddenly became stronger. Hoffa keenly observed that on her white chest where blue blood vessels could be seen, there was a string of emerald green necklaces, which contained mysterious magical fluctuations.

Osivia said: "I hope you don't mind what happened during the day. My work is more complicated than you think."

Hoffa was absent-minded: "Well."

"However, in order to thank you for cooperating with my work." Osilvia said, "As compensation, would you like to hear a story?"

While speaking, she raised her arm and shook the book in her hand with illustrations of piglets.

The Tales of Peter the Bard

Hoffa almost killed the other party with a sip of salt soda. Is this guy planning to tell him a bedtime story? How small she was in her eyes.

"No, no, no."

Hoffa shook his hand out of the phantom.

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

Osilvia froze for a moment, she probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so simply.

"Angry?"

"How come." Hoffa smiled a little reluctantly.

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

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

"Um."

"Good night."

"Wait a minute, Miss Osilvia." Hoffa suddenly stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to ask, when are we going back?"

"Between mid-July and August, wait until I finish my work here."

"OK, good night."

Slap.

In the room, it was pitch black.

After half an hour of silence, the lights in the room were turned on again.

Only this time, Hoffa stood at the head of the bed fully dressed. In other words, he didn't take off his clothes at all just now. He opened the cabinet, threw his bag on his back, and then. Wearing socks and carrying shoes, he stood at the door of his room.

Hoffa held the doorknob, thought for a while, and thought that being sent out by Dippet to perform an unknown mission must have extraordinary abilities.

If she were her, she would definitely use defensive spells at the door to prevent unknown events from happening.

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

He immediately felt a faint magical breath near the exit, it should be a warning spell. Not only that, he also sensed an inexplicable green snake slowly walking in the corner of the living room. If he went out by himself, he would be noticed by that little snake in an instant.

"Sure enough, there is some knowledge, Osylvia-senpai."

Hoffa said lightly.

Ghost Walk!

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

In this way, he calmly walked through the two doors and passed through the protective spell set by Osivia. He came to the corridor of the hotel quietly. As soon as he stepped out of the corridor, he immediately put on his shoes, carried his bag, and walked down the stairs.

He didn't know if Osilvia would come to find him, but Hoffa still wanted to settle the work quickly. If he was found and taken back, it would definitely not be so easy to run out again.

But when he walked to the daytime counter, Raymond had already left work. There was only an old black woman the size of five Hoffa's waists mopping the floor.

Hoffa ran up to her and hurriedly asked, "Where is Raymond? Where is Raymond?"

*%#$(o;;)#x-on:-^*#

The huge black woman patted her mountain-like chest and yelled a completely incomprehensible bird language, as frightened as if she had eaten a cockroach.

Hoffa anxiously pointed at the counter: "Raymond, Raymond Le Brun."

The black woman waved her hand irritably, shouting excitedly in an incomprehensible African native language.

"WTF!"

Hoffa quickly gave up and asked the black old woman who could only speak the local language, but the old woman was still cursing in an unknown language behind him.

He ran out of the porch, past a group of women frolicking in the pool in ancient bathing suits, to where the doorman had been during the day.

The doorman was standing guard when Hoffa slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him.

He immediately smiled professionally.

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

The doorman thought for a moment: "Oh, Mr. Le Brun is currently resting in the underground winery."

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

"Take me there."

"plz follow me."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

Following the doorman through several arched stone corridors, Hoffa entered the underground winery full of brown floor tiles, and he saw the coquettish old man sitting in the crowd laughing loudly at a glance.

Raymond was sitting at the gaming table, playing cards with others.

Not only did he drink so much that his face turned red and his neck was thick, he hugged two scantily clad girls from left to right, and those two girls still fed him wine from time to time.

It's too late to feel too much about the luxurious life of these Frenchmen.

He stepped forward quickly and slapped Raymond Le Brun on the shoulder.

"Hey!"

The old man turned his head to look with sleepy drunken eyes, and thought for a long time before he remembered.

"Oh, oh. It's you, the one who can transform, what's the matter, do you want to drink?"

As he spoke, he took a glass of wine juice from the female companion next to him and handed it to Hoffa.

The breath of alcohol in his mouth made Hoffa faint, and he quickly took the glass and put it on the table.

"Thank you, uh, I want to take the job you mentioned this afternoon."

"Work?"

Raymond was already drunk: "Hi, let me... let me find the key job?"

"What are you looking for keys, disabled people, children." Hoffa reminded him holding his breath.

"Oh~ the one from Spencer's."

Raymond suddenly realized, he pushed away the two women beside him, stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned around for a long time. Turned out a bunch of number plates, counted for a long time, took out one and handed it to Hoffa.

"701, go ahead, hiccup. Just say...it's me, hiccup, the recommended candidate. But, let me advise you, that kid has a weird temper, and it's not easy to pass his interview."

"An interview?" Hoffa was startled.

But Raymond has already started to continue to play cards, and he is having a good time.

Hoffa had no choice but to take the number plate, quickly walked out of the underground winery, and entered the elevator of the hotel.

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

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

Room 701.

And on the waiting seat at the door of the room, sat two young men in suits and leather shoes. They have red and yellow hair, cross-legged legs, and briefcases on their faces, with solemn expressions.

It's so late, how come there are guys dressed like this kind of staff here, Hoffa muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to open the door and enter, a young man with yellow hair on the seat spoke.

"Are you here to apply for the job?"

Hoffa nodded in surprise.

"Don't you know how to queue for the job? We've been waiting for a day." Another red-haired youth said unhappily.

Hoffa's eyes widened. This...why does he want to earn 50 Galleons when there are so many people competing with him.

Is the world so difficult already?

Things went a bit beyond Hoffa's expectations.

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

The two young men snorted slightly. They were wearing black suits, bow ties, golden watches, and shiny leather shoes, and there was no place on their bodies that did not mark the word elite.

The three sat quietly for a while, and the yellow-haired young man beside Hoffa asked, "What's your major?"

"Professional? Me." Hoffa couldn't figure it out for a while. "magic?"

The two youths were taken aback for a moment, and then they all sneered, "Haha, magic? Are you a clown who escaped from the circus?"

"Don't be kidding, you should go back to your mother for such a young child."

Hoffa looked at the two of them carefully and asked in surprise, "Are you Muggles?"

Red-haired youth: "What is a Muggle?"

The young man with yellow hair said angrily, "Hey, what are you talking about? I am a professional lawyer who graduated from the University of Lisbon, specializes in handling financial affairs, and has a first-class lawyer certificate."

Hoffa was even more puzzled. He took out the number plate and looked at it again, wondering if Raymond had been drinking stupidly and had given himself the wrong number plate. Why did I meet a talented student who graduated from a Muggle university when I applied for the escort of Beauxbaton students.

At this time, another young man beside him snorted coldly. He glanced at the man with yellow hair, and said, "University of Lisbon, lawyer certificate? I want to apply for this job with that ability."

As he spoke, he opened his briefcase ostentatiously.

The briefcase is full of all kinds of shiny documents.

"I have a first-class medical certificate, a first-class nutritionist certificate, a first-class nurse certificate, a first-class psychological counselor certificate, and even a special nursing license for the disabled. No one is more suitable to be Spencer than me. Mr. Earl's secretary."

Hoffa was listening in a cloud, and it took a while before he suddenly realized what was weird.

Spencer, why is this surname so familiar to me?

So he asked the redhead.

"Who is this Mr. Spencer?"

"Ah!" The red-haired man squeezed his orchid fingers, pushed his glasses and exclaimed, "Why don't you even know the information about your employer when you apply for the job?"

Hoffa glanced at his orchid finger from the corner of his eye, and said, "I didn't receive the news until this afternoon."

"How can you get the job like this?" The red-haired man said arrogantly: "Spencel is one of the oldest families in Europe, their history can be traced back more than a thousand years ago. There are countless assets spread all over Europe. The descendants of each generation of Spencer are the richest, most outstanding, and the best men in Europe, and the young Sylby Spencer of this generation is even more so."

Sylby.

Hoffa always felt that the name was more familiar.

It was a bit inexplicably familiar, where had he heard this name before.

Where exactly?

Finally, he changed his face.

When Indo took him to Gringotts to cheat money last year, didn't he just let himself pretend to be a guy named Sylby Spencer! ! !

boom!

The door of room 701 opens suddenly

The redhead stopped talking.

A fat man in the same suit and leather shoes came out of the room with sweat on his head, his crotch was wet.

A dark-skinned little girl said indifferently behind him: "It's your turn, come here."

That dark-skinned girl is none other than the floor mop Hoffa saw during the day, Nancy.

As soon as she finished speaking, the young man who graduated from the University of Lisbon stood up proudly and looked at the fat man whose crotch was wet with disdain.

But the dark-skinned little girl was a little annoyed and said, "You three, come in together, Mr. Spencer is tired."

Is the guy who speaks German still there? There is a group related to the work, please add it if you see it, there will be a chapter in German later, I need help...

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Other friends who like water groups can also come in and play.