80 Chapter 13, Respective Goals

In the waves of the Strait of Gibraltar, the lighthouse in the distance is getting closer. The rotating light swept across the motorboat in the waves, and the hair of the two teenagers in the motorboat was wet with each other.

It was Hoffa and Silby who left the Moroccan pier. The speed of the motorboat was very fast. In less than half an hour, Hoffa returned to Europe from Africa in one day.

"Do you have a plan, how to get there?"

Hoffa asked as they approached shore.

"However. As long as you can get to Barcelona, ​​you can go any way." Sylby said lazily.

Hoffa frowned: "I'm asking if you remember the way, and whether you have ever been to Spain."

Silby smiled and said, "Believe me, the map of the whole world is in my head, and I will not get lost."

However, Hoffa has not yet started his journey to Barcelona.

A figure on the dock slowly stood up from the waiting seat.

The speedboat beeped and slowed down, and then, Hoffa saw a slender figure standing with arms folded under the lighthouse on the pier at night.

The water lapped at her feet, soaking her green nightgown.

Osivia, who was wearing a hairnet, folded her arms. She had been waiting for a long time at the end of Hoffa's journey. That expression was like that of the head teacher who caught two students sneaking off to the Internet cafe for self-study.

In the green eyes, there was uncontrollable anger.

About five meters away from the pier.

The steamboat stopped.

Both men on the boat fell silent, staring straight ahead.

Seeing that woman's face is alternately under the light of the lighthouse and the night, sometimes it is as cold as white jade, and sometimes it is as gloomy as obsidian.

How did she get here?

Apparating or taking a boat.

Hoffa didn't know, he swallowed, and then, without hesitation, he turned the key and tried to start the motorboat again to leave this place.

The butt of the motorboat made a beeping sound.

However, Osilvia was already prepared, and she raised her hand.

A huge green snake emerged from the sea, its green scales shining, and it rolled over in an instant, knocking over the motorboat.

Hoffa fell into the sea and flew into a rage. This senior is simply deceiving people too much.

Seeing the green snake entangle himself again. Hoffa lifted the wet Sylby out of the sea with one hand, and the wand in his right hand quickly deformed. Transformed into a giant lion head gauntlet.

He punched the green snake on the forehead, knocking it over the head with a bang, and then he stepped on the snake and jumped onto the pier.

"What the hell are you trying to do!?"

In a rage, Hoffa dragged Sylby from the sea to the pier, and then strode up to Osivia.

He asked angrily: "You have your job, and I have mine. Why can you work, but I can't?"

"My job is to protect you!"

Osilvia took a similarly angry step forward, looking down at Hoffa, pointing her finger at his chest.

"Principal Dippet made this very clear!"

"Protect?"

Hoffa spread his hands and sneered: "You are called protection, give me a room, a bed, let me stay in the room for half a month, this is imprisonment!"

"The outside world is dangerous, Bach! How do you want me to tell you?"

"Then what am I doing in Morocco?"

Hoffa was annoyed by the soft and stubborn woman in front of him. He spread his arms and said, "Are you sleeping? After sleeping, I will go back to England. What will I eat and drink? Do you support me?"

The witch in front of her pursed her lips tightly.

Hoffa added: "Dippet must have never told you that he will put me in the room for half a month, right?"

The witch's eyes widened.

Hoffa sighed: "I'm sorry, I'm a living person, I have to survive, and I'm not a tool for you to complete the task."

The witch's chest began to rise and fall, and she seemed to be pressing down on something. Then, she opened her eyes and said coldly, "I'm sorry."

She reached out and grabbed Hoffa's wrist, intending to apparate Hoffa away from here.

But at this moment.

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

Sylby, who was leaning against the hitch post on the pier, suddenly let out a violent gasp. While panting, he twitched his head.

Hoffa's complexion changed, and he quickly squatted down. Some hurriedly patted each other on the back.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Osylvia also frowned at Sylby, not moving for a while.

"I ho."

"I"

"I have. Ho, ho"

"Acute asthma. Ho."

"Also. Slow. Chronic lung, emphysema."

As he spoke, he shook his head convulsively and drooled.

Hoffa was shocked: "Then, have you brought any medicine with you?"

Sylby shook his head struggling: "No, no, no, ho, go, go too fast, too fast."

Hoffa panicked for a moment, he stood up and took two steps left and right.

"What should I do, take you to the hospital?"

"No no, cough."

Sylby glanced at Osilvia.

"Cough me, I can't be frightened, that...that snake."

Hoffa turned his head, and in the sea, the big green snake put its head on the pier and looked at its master suspiciously.

As soon as Osilvia stretched out her hand, the big snake quickly became smaller, from a big python to a small swimming snake, and returned to the witch's neck, forming a string of necklaces.

But the giant snake disappeared, and Sylby had no intention of recovering. He continued to collapse on the ground, panting fiercely.

Hoffa didn't know if something was wrong with the employer, or what the situation was, so he hurried forward to ask Osivia.

"Is there anything you can do, we have to take him to the hospital."

"This has nothing to do with me. My job does not include protecting him." Osivia said indifferently.

"Are you a robot!?"

Hoffa cried out.

Osilvia: "What's a robot?"

The asthmatic Sylby laughed out loud, and immediately rolled his eyes and became even more exaggeratedly asthmatic.

Foaming at the mouth while wheezing, the momentum was astonishing.

"Tell tell my mother I . . . I love."

But Osylvia had seen through his trick, and she strode forward and kicked Sylby.

"Your body temperature and heart rate haven't changed at all from the beginning to the end." Osilvia looked at him in disgust. "Still pretending to be sick here!"

Sylby stopped her asthma, embarrassed. Then he became angry again, and he looked at Osivia angrily: "You kicked me?"

Osilvia's eyes were cold.

Sylby: "You kick me!! Look at me, look at me! I only have my head to move. As a wizard, how dare you bully a disabled person like this?"

Sylby suddenly burst into tears and said, "It's fine if you don't let me go, but you still want to take my caretaker away? Are you leaving me alone on the pier to die?"

Osylvia: "I"

Without giving her a chance to speak, Silby accused in tears: "Where is your sympathy? Do you have any humanistic humanistic care? Do you have any basic moral values? How difficult is it for people with disabilities to reintegrate into society?"

Silby was drooling, but such a severe accusation did not shake Osilvia at all. She said, "You have no right to dictate my work."

"Come on," said Sylby, holding back her tears, "what's your job, taking care of this Hoffa boy? With all due respect, he can drive, he can sail a boat, and he's good at putting on sunscreen. He doesn't need it." Your care."

Hoffa rubbed his head, he knew now that the person in front of him was more mentally abnormal than physically. The selling is so miserable that it is at the level of an old woman who touches porcelain.

God knows what he went through.

"Okay, okay, shut up.!"

Finally, Osylvia interrupted Sylby irritably. She took a deep breath and said to Hoffa with a slightly calm expression: "Take him back. As for you, I will arrange a suitable job for you when you return to London." , to solve your livelihood. And let you earn living expenses for the next semester, as long as you can stay in Morocco for half a month."

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Osivia to put forward such a condition.

However, just as Osylvia asked Hoffa to work, Sylby, who was paralyzed on the ground, sneered, "Dug my corner, is there anyone in the world who would dare to do that?"

But Osilvia didn't even look at him.

She stared at Hoffa: "Are you satisfied with my conditions?"

Before Hoffa could speak, Sylby tilted his head slightly and said suddenly, "Miss, I know what you're looking for."

Osilvia still didn't look at him.

Sylby squinted and smiled, "One of the three keys is with me."

For a moment, Osilvia turned her head abruptly. The green eyes were like an abyss. At this moment, the air became extremely heavy, and the undulating sea water seemed to calm down at this moment.

"What did you say?"

"I said, one of the three keys you are looking for is here with me." Sylby said calmly.

Osilvia's complexion changed immediately, and her footsteps swayed, "How is that possible."

"Nothing is impossible." Sylby blinked and smiled brightly.

Hoffa didn't know what they were talking about, but it seemed that Osilvia was sent to France and Morocco by Principal Dippet, as if to find some key.

Osilvia stayed for a while, then her eyes narrowed: "Hand it over."

"Why should I give it to you?" Sylby sneered.

"This is a rule. If you have one, you should understand its importance." Osilvia strode towards Sylby, and grabbed the blanket on his body, "Hurry up."

Silby's expression showed a hint of disdain: "I will keep something so important with you?"

Osilvia glanced at Hoffa next to him: "Then where is it?"

"In my family."

Sylby smiled and said, "How about it? Come with us on a trip to Spain for a few days and enjoy the beauty of youth. I'll give you the key and let you complete the task, how about it?"