After entering the villa, Luther asked Mickey to get a towel and wiped it messily. Then he went up to the study on the second floor with Velen and Otto and sat down.

"What's going on between you and these three shapeshifters?" Luther asked after sitting down.

According to the theory that we should not judge things by appearances, Luther felt that this guy might not be that lustful.

"It was Paco, Sydney, no, it was the shapeshifter who gave it to his wife, no, the shapeshifter. Never mind, I won't say anything."

Velen, Alto is a little incoherent.

But it was finally explained.

It's a very old-fashioned story. Velen, Alto is the lord of this territory. Many people would secretly send their wives and daughters to him in order to curry favor with him.

For such a good thing, Velen accepted it all. On the contrary, Velen had never done anything forced.

Under such circumstances, Paco, Sydney presented his beautiful wife, and Velen naturally accepted it with a smile. Luther saw Paco holding his son, angry but not able to speak, which was actually the deliberate design of the shapeshifter.

Shapeshifters are good at sowing discord and causing humans to kill each other.

"I suspect I may become impotent in the future." Velen looked listless and terrified.

Whenever he thought of this incident, he would retch and move around on a mass of black substance. It was really not an ordinary nightmare.

"This is indeed a sad thing." Luther also sighed, then took out a small bottle of Pompeii wine from his space ring, threw it to Velen, and said, "This is the wine from my hometown. Have a few sips to calm your nerves."

Velen took it, opened the cork, and immediately drank it.

"Ahem." After taking a few sips, he started coughing violently. He looked down at the wine, then looked at Luther and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"

"The wine from my hometown is very strong and perfect for getting drunk." Luther said with a smile.

"Wine from your hometown? You are not from the Earldom of Pompeii?" Velen finally realized the problem. After listening carefully to Luther's accent, he found that it was not a local accent.

"I am from Orange, Prussia. But you also know that 90% of the Pompeii surnames in the three major human kingdoms come from Count Pompeii, so our family has some blood relationship with the current Count."

Luther explained with a smile.

"The Pompeii family is indeed prosperous." Velen agreed with this very much, but forget about the wine, he was not used to it. He put the wine on the table.

"I heard that the Kingdom of Prussia is in great chaos now. Are you here to seek refuge?" Velen asked.

Velen is a traditional nobleman and very reasonable. Tonight, Luther killed the shapeshifter and pulled him out of hell. He will remember this favor.

If Luther really came to seek refuge, he could provide protection for Luther and lead Luther into the aristocratic circle of the earldom.

This is a thank you gift.

"No, I'm here to look for someone." Luther still wanted to rely on Velen's power. He helped this kid again tonight, so of course he took the opportunity to tell him his purpose.

"Looking for someone?" Velen was stunned.

"A family that has been extinct for about a hundred years. I'm looking for the bloodline descendants of this family." Luther explained the situation in detail.

But Habsburg was not mentioned because the family changed their last name during their escape and for a long time they called themselves "Sherman."

"Sherman? Never heard of him. Are you sure this family has ever been active in Xiboya City?" Velen frowned and thought about it carefully but had no impression at all.

"Yes, I'm sure." Luther nodded.

"Okay, if you don't mind, I will help you find the descendants of this family. But before that, I want to go back to the castle, take a shower, and then sleep with a real woman." Velen stood up and said.

"I understand you very well." Luther showed a sympathetic expression, then walked Velen downstairs and out of the villa.

"Thanks to the shapeshifter, I have established a relationship with the local tyrant here." Looking at the carriage going away in the rain, Luther shrugged and retracted his gaze.

"yes."

Mickey and others responded.

Luther took a shower and returned to the bedroom on the second floor. In the bedroom, the fat dragon Aliena was sleeping on the bed with her butt raised to the sky.

Her pink lips were mumbling, and her short legs were kicking from time to time, as if she was restless in sleep.

"My nose is sharper than a dog's, so it's not bad to have a dragon." Luther smiled and pinched Alena's cheek.

"Master, don't pinch me." Aliena mumbled in her sleep, then turned over and turned her butt towards Luther.

Luther laughed and lay down to sleep.

……..Morning of the fourth day.

It's sunny and the weather is nice.

Luther was still fishing with a fishing rod, but there was no dragonfly that laughed at his fishing skills, and there was no cute-looking shapeshifter either.

Moreover, Luther's fishing skills have improved dramatically, and he just caught a very big fish.

"Maybe it's because the shapeshifter exuded some aura and scared the fish, so I couldn't catch any fish before." Luther put all the blame on the shapeshifter.

In addition to Luther, Mickey was also fishing, some knights were running, and several knights were playing chess in the villa.

The group started vacation mode.

On that day, Mr. Marshall, the playboy of White Eagle Territory, rode back slowly on horseback. His eyes were a little dark, his face was decadent, and he looked listless.

"I seem to have missed something?" Marshall dismounted and looked at the leisurely group of people. He immediately realized that something wrong had happened during the days he was away.

"Hey, Mr. Playboy, how are you and your Miss Susan?" Luther put down his fishing rod and teased.

"Bloody hell, that chick is going to marry me." Marshall said with a scumbag look on his face.

"Why did you break up? Aren't you not married?" Luther asked curiously.

"That girl, I might as well dye my hair green if I marry her." Marshall yawned and sat next to Luther.

"What exactly happened? Don't you want to find out more information?" Marshall asked, putting his right hand on his neck and twisting it.

"You just met a little girl, poor Velen, but Mr. Otto met a shapeshifter." Luther told the terrifying story in a relaxed tone.

"I..." Marshall widened his eyes and uttered a string of swear words.

His expression was one of horror.

Oh my god, when that Lord thinks about this incident in the future, he will definitely...

So sad.

"But fortunately, with the help of Mr. Shapeshifter, you have dealt with the local tyrants here. If all goes well, you will find the person in a few days. If not, the family bloodline will be cut off and you will have to go to the wizarding kingdom." Marshall said.

My two friends have similar ideas.

TOEFL.

Mr. Shapeshifter.

(End of this chapter)