Vol 2 Chapter 349: We have a werewolf

"You agree?" The weird was obviously stunned: "Let me walk with you and your friends?"
The beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly on the monster's fierce, rough, and somewhat unclear face.
"Of course, this unfamiliar journey, wouldn't it be good to be accompanied by one more person!" Jon said calmly: "And I need to correct a little... Mr. William Smith is not my friend, he is like you, and I am here. The travel companions I just met here who are going to Kruya together."
While speaking, Jon smiled at Smith behind him: "I hope this sentence does not offend you, Mr. Smith."
"Definitely not." William Smith nodded in a very gentleman manner.
The strange man squinted his eyes and froze there. He glanced suspiciously at Jon and then at the gentleman-like Smith.
"If you want to travel with us, at least you have to tell us your name." Jon smiled, facing the weird person, and suggested friendly.
"Sandrew." The eccentric replied simply.
"This is just a name, not a surname..." Smith muttered quietly behind him.
Jon didn't seem to care about it. He stretched out his hand kindly: "Christopher Patrick!"
The weirdo hesitated for a moment, and shook hands with Jon...It was still a little painful to be scratched on the back of his hand by his sharp nails.
William Smith hesitated for a while, but just like Jon, he walked over to shake hands with the strange man named "Sandrew" and introduced each other.
"The two gentlemen, shall we go?" Afterwards, he suggested loudly.
Sandro seemed to have no objection to this. He returned to his own dining table, picked up the remaining half of the greasy roast lamb leg, and stuffed it into his pocket; then he whispered: "Yes. !"
"Sorry, I think I might have to take a little time!" Jon seemed to think of something, and said apologetically: "I seem to have forgotten something in the hotel room. I have to go back and get it... Don't worry. It won’t be long."
While talking, Jon hurried up the stairs carrying a suitcase.
Only William Smith and Sandrew, the two traveling companions, looked at each other vigilantly.
...
As Jon said, he did not stay too long in the hotel room.
Only five minutes later, he returned to the hotel restaurant with his suitcase; he called the two traveling companions here and set off together.
Since neither Jon nor Mr. Smith have been to Crua City before, nor are they familiar with the local fireplace network, they cannot use methods such as Phantom Transformation or Floo Net... plus the location of the Muggle village on the road. I don't know much about the danger of violating the "International Wizarding Secrets Act" by riding a flying broomstick... So they can only choose to take Muggles' transportation, plus walk south to Krua.
As for that Sandreu, he was very reticent and seldom talked all the way; he just followed behind them... The two were too lazy to ask for his opinion, just chatting with each other.
"Patrick, I think there is a problem with that Sandro!" Taking an opportunity, Mr. Smith leaned into Jon's ear and said, "He looks dangerous, he doesn't look like a good person at all."
"It's an ordinary traveler." Jon didn't care about it. "It can only seem a little weird, Mr. Smith, you don't have to care too much."
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r/>None of the two could persuade each other, so they had to continue on the road like this, letting the weird Sandro follow them.
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Albania can be said to be the poorest country in all of Europe, a small European country dominated by agriculture... Along the way they saw a lot of cultural landscapes, which did not look like the end of the 20th century, but more like the 19th and 18th century. European experience.
The public security conditions are also very poor, and along the way, I have encountered at least three or four waves of malicious local Muggles.
However, Sandro showed his existential value at this time. His fierce appearance and strong body could easily deter the unemployed people... so he didn't cause any trouble along the way.
The distance from Shkoder to Kruya is less than 100 miles on the map.
However, the poor traffic environment made them spend almost a whole day on this journey.
When the sun was about to go down at dusk, they finally bumped and rushed to a small town less than five miles from the city of Crua.
"Why don't we find a hotel to take a break!" Jon suggested: "Everyone is probably exhausted from the trip on this road... Have dinner, rest for a while, and then rush to our destination in the dark. "
Sandro couldn't help frowning, and looked at Jon with some caution.
Mr. Smith replied: "I am very happy because I am completely exhausted~EbookFREE.me~ The hotel where I rested this time, obviously the environment is much worse than the one in the morning.
Jon handed the innkeeper a ten-dollar bill tip and managed to get to a quieter compartment upstairs.
But the dinner was still very bad. The pork chops didn't feel like cooked. The bread was hard, as if it had been stored for many years. The sandwiches were slightly tasteless, and...
"Damn it, there is sand in this wine!" Jon put down his wine glass with a sullen face: "This is really bad, I have to go to the boss to talk about it!"
"It's the last part of the journey, so bear with it." Mr. Smith sighed after putting down his glass, and said: "Aren't we going to arrive at our destination soon? More is worse than less..."
But Jon had already picked up the small barrel of wine and left the compartment.
Five minutes later, he returned, carrying a new wooden barrel and three glasses in his hand.
"A confusing spell." Jon seemed to say triumphantly: "Let that Muggle bring out the best barrel of wine it made."
While talking, he opened the wine barrel and poured three glasses one by one.
Jon exclaimed, "Everyone, have a taste. After drinking this glass of wine, let's take advantage of the darkness and the moon before we go out on the road?"
While talking, he raised his glass and drank it in one go.
Mr. Smith drank it happily, but Sandro hesitated for a while before he drank slowly.
"Speaking of one thing..." Seeing the two traveling companions drank the wine, Jon's mouth showed a smile:
"That's what I think, there seems to be a werewolf among us..."
"...So, Mr. Werewolf, can you volunteer to admit it?"