The Extraordinary Earl

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

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

According to the theory of not looking at things at face value, Luther felt that this guy might not be the kind of person who was so lustful.

"It's Paco, Sydney, no, it's the shapeshifter giving his wife, no, it's the shapeshifter. Forget it, I won't say it."

Velen, Alto is a bit incoherent.

But it was finally explained.

It’s a very old story, Velen, Alto is the lord of this territory, and many people will secretly send their wives and daughters to him in order to curry favor with him.

For such a good thing, Velen accepts everything as ordered. On the contrary, Velen has never done anything forced.

Under such circumstances, Paco and Sydney gave him a beautiful wife, and Velen naturally accepted it. The way Luther saw Paco holding his son, daring to be angry but afraid to speak, was actually a deliberate design by the shapeshifter.

Shapeshifters are good at sowing discord and making humans fight against each other.

"I suspect that I may become impotent in the future." Wei Lun looked depressed, with residual fear.

When he thinks about this now, he will retching and squirming on a mass of black matter. It is really not an ordinary nightmare.

"This is indeed a sad thing." Luther also looked sad, then took out a small bottle of Pompeii wine from the space ring, threw it to Velen, and said: "The wine from my hometown, take a few sips to relieve your shock. "

Wei Lun reached out to take it, opened the cork of the bottle, and immediately poured it into his mouth.

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

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

"Wine from your hometown? Are you not from the Earl of Pompeii?" Velen finally realized this problem. After listening carefully to Luther's accent, it turned out that it was not a local accent.

"I am from Orange, Kingdom of Prussia, but you also know that 90% of the surname Pompeii among the three major kingdoms of mankind comes 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 strongly agreed with this point, but forget about this wine, he couldn't get 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 take refuge?" Velen asked immediately.

Velen is a traditional aristocrat who is very reasonable. Tonight, Luther killed the shapeshifter and pulled him out of hell. He remembered this friendship.

If Luther really came as a refugee, he could provide Luther with protection and lead Luther into the noble circle of the earldom.

This is a thank you gift.

"No, I'm here to find someone." Luther also wanted to use Velen's power and helped this kid again tonight. Of course, he took the opportunity to reveal his purpose.

"Looking for someone?" Wei Lun was stunned for a moment.

"A family that has been dead for about a hundred years, I am looking for the blood descendants of this family." Luther explained the situation in detail.

No mention of the Habs though. Because that family changed their last name while on the run, and called themselves "Sherman" for a long time.

"Sherman? Never heard of it. Are you sure this family has 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 to take a bath, and then sleep with a real woman in my arms." Velen stood up and said.

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

"Thanks to the shapeshifter, I have established a relationship with the local snakes here." Looking at the carriage driving away in the rain, Luther shrugged and withdrew his eyes.

"From tomorrow on, you don't have to go out to inquire for information. Just enjoy your vacation." Luther said to Mickey and others.

"yes."

Mickey and others responded.

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

Her pink lips were mumbling, and her short legs kicked up from time to time, looking like she was restless in sleep.

"The nose is sharper than that of a dog, so it's good to have a dragon." Luther smiled and pinched Alena's cheek.

"Master, please don't pinch me." Alena muttered in her sleep, then turned over and turned her butt towards Luther.

Luther chuckled and lay down to sleep.

……..

Morning of the fourth day.

The sun was shining and the weather was great.

Luther still fished with a fishing rod, but there was no dragonfly mocking his fishing skills, and there was no longer the cute-looking shapeshifter.

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

"Perhaps it's because the shapeshifter frightened the fish because of its aura, so I couldn't catch fish before." Luther put all the blame on the shapeshifter.

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

The group of people started vacation mode.

On this day, Mr. Marshall, the playboy led by White Eagle, came back on horseback slowly. His eyes were a little dark, his face was depressed, and he looked depressed.

"I seem to have missed something?" Marshall got off his horse and looked at the leisurely group of people. He immediately realized that something wrong had happened during his absence in the past few days.

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

"Fuck it, that chick wants to marry me." Marshall said with a scumbag look on his face.

"Why did you blow it? Aren't you also married?" Luther asked strangely.

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

"What happened? Don't you want to know more about it?" Marshall put his right hand on his neck, twisted his neck, and asked.

"You just met a girl, poor Velen, but Mr. Otto met a shape-shifter." Luther told the frightening story in a relaxed tone.

"I..." Marshall's eyes widened and he uttered a series of curse words.

His expression was one of horror.

Oh my god, when that gentleman remembers this incident in the future, he will definitely...

Sad.

"But fortunately, with the help of Mr. Transformer, you have made contact with the local snakes here. If it goes well, you can find the person in a few days. If it doesn't go well, the family bloodline is cut off, and you have to go to the wizarding country." Marshall. said.

My two friends have similar ideas.

TOEFL.

Mr. Shapeshifter.