Chapter 345 Thank You Mr. Shapeshifter

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 you can't look at things on the surface, Luther felt that this guy might not be the kind of person who is so lustful.

"It was Paco and Sydney, no, it was the shapeshifter who gave him his wife, no, the shapeshifter. Forget it, I won't say it."

Velen and Otto were a little incoherent.

But in the end, they explained it clearly.

It's a very old story. Velen and Otto are the lords of this territory. Many people will secretly give him their wives and daughters in order to curry favor with him.

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

In this case, Paco and Sydney gave their beautiful wives, and Velen naturally accepted them with a smile. The appearance of Paco holding his son and daring to be angry but not to speak that Luther saw was actually designed by the shapeshifters.

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

"I suspect I will be impotent in the future." Velen looked listless and terrified.

Whenever he thought of this incident, he would retch and move on a mass of black matter. 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 the space ring, threw it to Velen, and said, "This is the wine from my hometown. Drink a few sips to calm down."

Velen reached out to take it, opened the cork, and immediately poured it into his mouth.

"Cough cough." After drinking 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 from my hometown is very strong and is best for getting drunk." Luther said with a smile.

"The wine from your hometown? Are you not from the Earldom of Pompeii?" Velen finally realized this problem. After listening carefully to Luther's accent, he really didn't have 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 is not used to it. He put the wine on the table.

"I heard that the Prussian Kingdom is very chaotic now. Are you here to seek refuge?" Velen asked immediately.

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

If Luther really came to seek refuge, he can provide protection for Luther and lead Luther into the noble circle of the Earl's territory.

This is a thank-you gift.

"No, I'm here to find someone." Luther still needs Velen's power. Tonight, he helped this kid again, and of course took the opportunity to tell 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.

However, he did not mention Habsburg. Because the family changed their surnames during their escape and called themselves "Sherman" for a long time in the past.

"Sherman? I haven't heard of it. Are you sure this family has been active in Xiboya City?" Velen frowned, thinking 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." 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 snake here." Looking at the carriage going away in the rain, Luther shrugged and retracted his eyes.

"You don't have to go out to get information from tomorrow. Enjoy your vacation." Luther said to Mickey and others.

"Yes."

Mickey and others responded.

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

Her pink lips were mumbling, and her short legs were kicking from time to time, looking restless.

"The nose is more sensitive than a dog, so it's still good to keep a dragon." Luther smiled and pinched Alena's cheek.

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

Luther smiled and lay down to sleep.

……..

The morning of the fourth day.

The sun was shining and the weather was good.

Luther still held the fishing rod to fish, but there was no dragonfly that laughed at his fishing skills, and there was no cute shapeshifter.

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

"Maybe it's because the shapeshifter revealed some breath 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 the vacation mode.

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

"I seem to have missed something?" Marshall turned over and got off the horse, looking at the leisurely group of people, and immediately realized that something was wrong during his absence.

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

"It's over, that girl wants to marry me." Marshall said with a scumbag look.

"Why is it over? Aren't you married too?" Luther asked curiously.

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

"What happened? Don't you want to find out the news?" Marshall put his right hand on his neck, twisted his neck, and asked.

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

"I..." Marshall widened his eyes and said a series of swear words.

His expression was full of horror.

Oh my God, when the lord recalled this incident in the future, he would definitely...

It's sad.

"But fortunately, with the help of Mr. Shapeshifter, you have dealt with the local snake here. If everything goes well, you can find someone in a few days. If not, the family bloodline will be cut off, and you have to go to the wizard country." Marshall said.

The two friends had similar ideas.

TOEFL.

Mr. Shapeshifter.