Chapter 82, Chapter 15, Regional Discrimination

On the mountain road, Hoffa drove the car silently, with mixed feelings in his heart. Originally, he thought that this was just an escort mission of 50 Galleons, pushing a wheelchair to Barcelona, ​​and then coming back, Galleons would be in his hands.

But it wasn't until the guy peed in his pants that Hoffa understood that making money, even if it was only 50 Galleons, was no easy task.

As a disabled person who can only move his head, Silby does not have the ability to control his own defecation.

After the first wild night, Hoffa dared not touch Sylby another drop. At around nine o'clock in the morning, the three of them entered the roadside rest stop.

Hoffa originally wanted to buy some food here and continue to set off after a short rest.

But when he entered this small town, he found that there was no one in the town. This town has long been dilapidated, deserted, empty streets, not to mention people, not a single ghost can be seen.

The wooden houses in the town were covered with bullet marks, and there were huge gaps on the ground that were blown out by shells. From time to time, Hoffa could still see one or two corpses lying in the shadows.

Some corpses are even hung on the glass windows, wearing blue military uniforms, and some are lying on the damaged and rusted vehicles, as if they are integrated with the cold metal.

The ground was littered with rotting and broken body parts.

The air is filled with the smell of death and decay.

Hoffa slowed down the car, walked around a trench slowly, and murmured, "What's going on here?"

What is the situation.

Hoffa muttered to himself that he had never seen so many bones except watching movies.

"This country has just finished a civil war, and there are too many places like this." Sylby sighed in the back seat.

"But it's good to drive forward, this is not the case in big cities."

civil war?

It's war again.

Facing such a scene, Hoffa had no choice but to give up his rest plan, speed up, and leave this wasteland.

On the way, Hoffa saw many such dilapidated towns, and there were some destroyed tanks and aircraft wreckage on the road.

For some reason, Hoffa saw red swastikas on some tanks, which he couldn't understand.

I am obviously in Spain, why do I see German vehicles, obviously World War II has not yet started, is this country going to fight with Germany?

Finally, around 11:00 noon.

Pedestrians and vehicles began to appear in Hoffa's sight, and the surrounding environment and the town came back to life.

The heavy and chilling atmosphere faded, and they came to Granada, a city in southern Spain.

The city is located in the famous Sierra Nevada Mountains. At the foot of the mountains, Hoffa can see the ancient buildings built on top of the mountains.

Once in town, Sylby resumed her activity.

He stuck out his tongue, pointed to the red brick palace in the distance and said, "That's the Alhambra, built by the Moors in the 13th century."

Hoffa glanced at the palace, and turned back to the co-pilot out of the corner of his eye.

Compared to the palace of the ancients, he was more worried about the mental state of this senior. Ever since that crazy night, she had had a look of utter disgust on her face.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa asked worriedly.

"Stop." She said coldly.

The black car was parked on the side of the road. There are not many cars in this era, and it can be said that there are very few. A black car is already eye-catching enough, not to mention that this car lacks a door.

Some Spanish women passing by watched with shocked eyes a tall woman in a green nightgown getting out of the car with a cold face. The stories in the car made them imagine.

Hoffa rolled down the window and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Buy clothes and take a shower."

As she spoke, she took out her wand and tapped Hoffa on the shoulder.

"I left a tracking magic beacon, don't go too far with this waste."

After speaking, she strode away without looking back.

Sylby kept watching Osilvia leave, and he suddenly asked, "You are Ravenclaw, right?"

Hoffa was taken aback. Few people would recognize that they were Ravenclaw at a glance. Most people think of themselves as Gryffindors.

"Why don't you call me Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor?" Sylby glared and smiled, "No, believe me, buddy, you're nothing like Gryffindor, nothing at all."

"Well, I'm Ravenclaw."

"You look a lot like Ronay, a lot," whispered Sylby.

Hoffa shrugged. All he could think about now was eating and resting.

For the sisters of Snake Academy who are obsessed with cleanliness, tidiness is more important than fullness.

But Hoffa wasn't. He was already starving due to the travel and dust. He had tossed all night yesterday and traveled for a long time. He couldn't wait to have a meal, and then find a hotel to rest.

He decided to find a restaurant first.

Soon, Hoffa saw a fast food restaurant on the street.

The shop windows are full of various hams, sausages, cheeses, salmon, cuttlefish, barnacles, and other seafood that Hoffa can't name.

If you want to complete the escort mission, you must first fill your stomach.

He parked the car in front of the fast food restaurant and pushed Shelby into the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, the rich aroma came to Hoffa's nose. The aroma of olive oil, garlic, pepper, and other seasonings made him salivate profusely.

He hastily pushed Sylby to a seat by the window, and began to call for the waiter.

Hearing his shout, a male waiter with a red neck and a white apron turned his head rather coldly and stood beside Hoffa.

“Quieres comer algo?”

(what do you want?)

"Menu, menu!"

Hoffa couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but he motioned for the other person to bring him the menu.

The waiter shrank his hands, avoided Hoffa, and asked more coldly: "Los británicos?"

(you are British?)

ah? What are you talking about. Hoffa couldn't understand at all, so he asked him in English: "Can you speak English?"

As soon as the words fell, Hoffa felt something was wrong.

At this moment, all the diners and staff in the restaurant turned their heads and looked at him.

The face of the waiter in front of him completely turned cold.

Ten seconds later.

With a bang, the door rang!

Hoffa, who had just entered the restaurant, was pushed out forcefully. His buttocks were still warm, and even the wheelchair with Sylby was kicked out while spinning on the ground.

"Ves este letrero!!?" (Can't see the sign?)

A shopkeeper in a red dress, a white skirt, and a chef's hat stood at the door of the fast food restaurant knocking on a sign and yelling wildly. Hoffa was at a loss.

“Los británicos y el perro no puede entrar!!”

(No hospitality to anyone from the British Isles!!)

After scolding, the old man made an international gesture to Hoffa, spat viciously on the ground, and walked back into the store with a spatula.

Hoffa stood there in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

Sylby's wheelchair turned around a few times and turned to Hoffa. He was not angry, but said with a smile:

"This country has been miserably bullied by the UK. Half of its overseas territories have been taken away by the UK. You dare to speak English in Spain. You are really brave."

"Then what can I say if I don't speak English?" Hoffa was startled.

"Spanish, Valencian," said Sylby casually.

"What Valencia, I've never heard of it!"

Hoffa rubbed his lower abdomen and vomited bitterly.

"Well, well, it would be nice if you could speak German," said Silby.

"What.!? Why should I speak German?"

"Do you know a Spanish general named Franco?"

"Please, can you stop telling me about history," Hoffa said.

"What history? Just a few months ago, the Muggle chiefs of Germany and Italy helped Franco overthrow the previous government. Now, the country has a large German garrison.

I read the news the day before yesterday that Hitler himself is having a meeting in this city right now, if you speak German you will be very popular"

Shuang Geng. Ask for some recommendations with the cheek