Luther brought a small stool, got the fishing rod and sat down to fish. After sitting for a long time, he didn't catch any fish. Instead, a dragonfly flew over and landed on the fishing rod.

The dragonfly looked at Luther and flapped its wings slightly.

It seemed as if he was mocking Luther's fishing skills.

"Damn it." Luther was very unhappy.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps. Luther threw away the fishing rod, turned around, and said to Aof with a smile: "Little Aof, are you here to play with me?"

"Yes, Uncle Luther." Auf ran all the way, saying as he ran, and wanted to throw himself into Luther's arms. Luther stopped Auf with his hand, and Auf raised his head and looked at Luther with doubtful eyes.

Luther said with a smile: "Last night was the first time we met, so I hugged you. But as a man, you can't always act like a girl and throw yourself into an adult's arms and act like a spoiled child."

"I understand." Auf looked suddenly enlightened and nodded heavily.

Auf stood in front of Luther very obediently, as if he was a primary school student meeting his teacher. He asked, "Uncle Luther, are you a knight?"

"Yes, but how did you know?" Luther said casually.

"Uncle ate too much last night. Mom told me that only knights could eat so much." Auf said excitedly.

"So this is how I was exposed." Luther said with a smile.

"I also want to be a knight when I grow up," said Auf.

"Why?" Luther asked casually.

"Because there's a bad guy and I really want to beat him up." Of waved his little fist and looked fierce.

"Which bad guy?" Luther asked curiously.

"I can't say." Auf shook his head, and his mood seemed to be a little depressed, and he lowered his head.

"Okay." Luther shrugged.

But the boy's mood came and went quickly. Auf soon became lively again and started chatting with Luther, which lasted the whole morning.

At noon, the young couple invited Luther to have lunch with them, but Luther declined and fried steak by himself. Anyway, Luther only knew how to fry steak.

In the afternoon, Luther was still alone. But he didn't feel bored because not only Auf came, but Mr. Paco also came to chat with Luther.

An afternoon passed in pleasant chat. In the evening, Marshall still hadn't come back, but Mickey and other knights had returned.

"How's the situation?" Two knights went to cook, and Luther, Mickey and the other remaining knights came to the living room. Luther asked.

"There is no news. I want to start with the lord, the Otto family, tomorrow. The Otto family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there may be some documents left behind."

Mickey said in a deep voice.

"Okay. But be gentle. I don't want anything unpleasant to happen with Count Pompey." Luther said.

"Yes," Mickey said.

After the meeting, Luther had dinner with the knights and returned to the upstairs room. He opened the window to ventilate the room. Aliena, the fat dragon, was still sleeping, but she seemed to be half asleep.

Luther sighed, intending to carry Aliena off the bed and occupy the big bed alone. But Luther's expression changed at this time, and he came to the window.

In the darkness, a team came towards here, with carriages, escorting knights, guards, flags, etc. The team soon stopped in front of Sydney's house.

"Master." Mickey's voice came from outside the door.

Mickey walked in, stood next to Luther, looked at the team below and said, "It's the emblem of the Otto family."

At this time, a young man got off the carriage and knocked on the door.

"It's the current knight of the Alto family, Velen, Alto."

Mickey said.

The door opened, and it was Mr. Paco. Mr. Paco bowed to Velen and Otto in a panic. Velen and Otto showed impatience, and then went straight into the villa.

Luther didn't know what happened afterwards. Mr. Paco came into the hall holding Auf and sat down. Auf's body was trembling a little, and Mr. Paco was also pale.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the windows were closed, but the lights were on. There was a gasp from a man and a woman.

Luther's expression remained normal. He retracted his gaze, closed the window, pulled the curtains, and looked up at Mickey. Mickey's face was a little red and a little angry.

"Angry?" Luther smiled and came to the cabinet in the bedroom. He bent down and took out two bottles of wine, opened them, and handed one of them to Mickey.

Mickey took the bottle and took a sip, but his face returned to normal.

"Don't worry, young master. I am a warrior of the Pompeii family. I will not let my personal feelings affect myself." Mickey said in a deep voice.

"Excellent." Luther smiled and took a sip of wine.

"However, this guy named Wei Lun came to someone else's house and had sex with the other person's wife in front of her husband and son. He is really a piece of shit."

Mickey was a nobleman, his manners were not elegant but not vulgar either, yet at this moment he spat rudely.

"This is my bedroom." Luther frowned with a bit of disgust.

"I'm sorry, sir," Mickey apologized quickly, then took out a handkerchief and wiped away the marks.

"Go back and do your work. Tomorrow, find a way to get close to Mr. Veron and find out the whereabouts of the Habsburg royal family." Luther said.

"Yes." Mickey responded and turned away. Luther saw that he clenched his hands into fists when he left, obviously trying his best.

"Mickey is a very upright boy, but he is not angry just because of his uprightness. The main reason is that the lady is very, very beautiful, so beautiful that she doesn't look like a human being. Boys are always soft-hearted towards beautiful women."

Luther raised the wine in his hand and drank it in one gulp as if it were beer, then he got Alena off the bed and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Luther woke up. He pushed Alena away helplessly. After becoming a human, did this fat dragon also like to sleep in bed? He had clearly taken her down last night.

After Luther got up, he drew back the curtains and opened the windows to let in plenty of sunlight. Then he went downstairs, washed up, and started to eat breakfast.

The knights went to find out the news, and they thoughtfully prepared breakfast for Luther.

After dinner, Luther had nothing to do, so he went back to fishing, although he didn't catch any fish.

And he was laughed at by the dragonfly.

"Uncle Luther, Uncle Luther." Little Auf came running over breathlessly, and stood in front of Luther, supporting his knees with his little hands, not even tired enough.

"Of, didn't you say you wanted to become a knight? You can't be so weak." Luther said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)