83 Chapter 16, Disguising

While Sylby was talking, Hoffa's face gradually turned pale. He didn't know Franco at all, and he didn't know such unpopular things as Spanish history.

But Hoffa never thought that the place where he was was actually an Axis country.

And the most famous devil in history, Adolf Hitler, is probably less than 1 kilometer away from him.

If you are "good" luck, you may run into him on the street.

On the streets of Spain, Hoffa swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at the girls with fans coming and going, and felt chilly all over his body for a while.

This...is too real.

Gululu.

Gululu.

However, the acid churning in his stomach brought Hoffa back to reality. He hadn't eaten for more than thirty hours. Regardless of the axis or the alliance, food is always something to eat.

How about stealth to steal some food? Hoffa thought.

However, in the next second, he rejected this idea.

I don't want to steal it.

He looked down at Sylby, and Sylby said: "The fact is, 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 and coming home from here."

"Will Osilvia talk?" Hoffa said sullenly.

"Hey, I hired you. Besides, it's still unknown whether she can speak Spanish. If she doesn't, I'm afraid she will hit a wall outside."

During the few moments when he and Sylby had a brief exchange, people around 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 Sylby's wheelchair to walk on the streets of Spain.

Sylby was right that the country had just ended a civil war with the help of the government.

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

The Führer with a mustache 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 past in old-fashioned green jeeps. The red swastikas were printed on the jeeps, which seemed to be provided by Germany.

While the jeep was driving, a group of young men below excitedly waved to them.

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

Hoffa watched the line of German jeeps leave.

Under the effect of hunger, his thinking began to become abnormally active. An inexplicable idea floated into his brain.

In fact, although he didn't speak German, he was quite familiar with German wizards, very familiar.

If Hoffa were to describe Schmidt Lutrov, it would probably be——I know all about turning into ashes.

Not to mention his attire, Hoffa remembered how many buttons there were on his clothes.

Although it was a wizard's uniform, it was not much different from those of the German officers on the street. The only difference was that the hats of the two were different.

Looking at the delicacies in the window, my stomach was sour, and the sudden thought grew like a virus.

Finding a corner where no one was around, Hoffa pushed Sylby into an alley behind a clothing store, and in the alley, he pointed his wand at himself.

Under the effect of the transfiguration, his clothes became exactly the same as Schmidt Lutrov's standard robes, black and strict, with sleeves on his arms.

Hoffa turned around to the window of the clothing store, nodded in satisfaction, and then he knocked on Sylby's body, so the blanket and the robes covered by Sylby's body became the standard robes of German wizards.

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

Sylby was startled, 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 always felt that he was still a little too immature. So he pulled out a tissue from Sylby's wheelchair, turned it into a small square of black wool, and stuck it to his upper lip.

It seemed a little funny at once, and Sylby was rocked with laughter.

Just in time, a few more gun-bearers who greeted everyone walked by on the street. Hoffa quickly slapped Sylby to shut him up.

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

Hoffa put his hat on his head and bowed his head, the brim of which concealed most of his face.

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

After the change was completed, Hoffa walked into a Spanish restaurant. This restaurant also had an anti-British sign, and it looked a little more advanced than the previous one.

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

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

"Heil Hitler!!"

Hoffa was taken aback, but he had seen the movie anyway. Immediately, he quickly raised his right hand habitually, like a parrot.

"Heil Hitler."

This time, it was the other party's turn to be dazed. The waiter looked at his hand in bewilderment, as if he was wondering about something, but then he let go of 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. But the inside is resplendent and magnificent, with a transparent crystal chandelier hanging on the top.

As soon as he came in, half of the young people here stood up and raised their hands enthusiastically to Hoffa. The voice of Heil Hitler is endless.

Hoffa was a little embarrassed. He also raised his right hand and turned back one by one. But every time he returned, someone looked at him suspiciously.

In the wheelchair, Silby was about to go crazy. His lips squirmed and reminded Hoffa: "Left hand. Left hand!"

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

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

Looking at the menu, Hoffa's belly screamed even louder.

But he learned his lesson this time, he didn't speak at all, but puffed out his chest reservedly, pointed his hands on the menu in a pretentious manner, and ordered all the dishes with the highest price tag on the back.

The waiter smiled like a flower, and kept memorizing on his hands.

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

Hoffa: "Ah, what?"

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

"Left hand."

Hoffa looked at his hands, his face paled a little.

Did I keep raising my right hand just now? No wonder those people always look at me strangely.

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

The chef blushed, nodded and bowed and said something for a long time,

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

Then the chef turned to Sylby smugly again.

The French teenager was much more skilled than Hoffa in feigning impatience. He tilted his head sickly, but his brows were slightly frowned, and his whole person exuded the aura of a high-ranking person. A posture that I don't want to talk to you, a servant.

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

He's here to deliver wine.

Hoffa was cold on the surface, but couldn't help laughing in his heart, seeing the respectful appearance of these people. Probably no one would dare to say anything even if he ate a king's meal by himself.

Soon, the waiter shuttled through the room.

The dishes were presented one by one.

Paella with bright red and green color, a whole leg of lamb roasted on coals, hot and sour vinegar-stuffed sardines, viscous and bubbling Madrid broth, slices of Iberian ham as thin as cicada wings , Galician octopus fillets grilled in a copper pot, and gazpacho served in small transparent cups, garnished with strawberries and tomatoes

If he hadn't taken into account 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 picked up the knife and fork tremblingly, but Sven quickly put it into his mouth. Hoffa felt like he was in heaven after eating this food after a night of hunger.

On the other side of the table, Sylby coughed and squeezed sound through his teeth.

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

Due to his status as an employer, Hoffa forked the food with his left hand and put it into his mouth, and put the food with his right hand into Sylby's mouth.

The two cooperated well.

After coming and going, most of the food on the table quickly disappeared.

However, just when Hoffa stuffed a whole piece of shrimp meat into Sylby's mouth, he suddenly let out a strange whine and his head kept shaking.

Hoffa thought he was choking, so he handed him the water glass next to him, but he jerked his head and stared behind Hoffa.

Hoffa puffed his cheeks and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sylby: "Back back."

Hoffa turned his head, his eyes widening rapidly.

Squeak! !

With a few violent tire friction sounds.

A black old-fashioned car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, followed by three green jeeps full of soldiers.

The car stopped and the doors opened.

Three tall men wearing black military uniforms, black high-top leather boots, two silver stripes on their chests, and swastikas on white backgrounds on their arms pushed open the glass door and walked in with their heads held high.

Slap!

The fork in his hand fell into the plate, and Hoffa felt dizzy.

Guy. The Gestapo! ?

It will be on the shelves the day after tomorrow, and there will definitely be more explosions.

I also hope that everyone will support the author a lot.