Chapter 1781 My Brain Is Crazy

"Are you from Wychburg?" Sherlock's eyes narrowed, his eyes flashing, full of surprise.

Although this reaction was a little intense, it was not an exaggeration.

Fort Wych has been a territory dominated by dwarves and goblins since the period of goblin rule. Due to its unique geographical conditions, few other races are willing to live in Fort Wych for a long time. As time goes by, at the end of the period of goblin rule, Wei Castle Basically, there are only two races left in Qibao: dwarves and goblins.

In the following thousands of years, due to the threat of monsters on the sea line, there were even fewer other races living in Fort Witch, and there was no record of the human race who liked ease and enjoyment.

It was not until the end of the melee that in order to resist the monsters that ran out of the dungeons and the disasters that occurred for unknown reasons, some foreign legendary heroes crossed the ocean and came to Fort Vicky to join forces with the dwarves and goblins to fight against the disasters.

After everything calmed down, most of the surviving foreign legendary heroes chose to cross the ocean and return home, leaving only a few dozen.

In the following thousand years, not a single foreigner crossed over to Fort Wych. The descendants of those who stayed in Fort Wych a thousand years ago either died in the underground city, or their bloodline was diluted to the point where their appearance resembled that of Fort Wych. Purebred dwarves and goblins are no different.

It wasn't until Master Dewey developed the magic airship that there was contact between countries. But the problem was that there were slightly more foreigners going to Fort Witchburg to do business, but there were still very few foreigners who actually settled here and had children. Not much.

The reason is not that foreigners look down upon goblins and dwarves, but that goblins and dwarves look down upon these foreigners, especially the human race, who value profit over justice.

This also led to the fact that there were very few mixed-race children with human blood in Fort Vicky. Furthermore, the bloodlines of goblins and dwarves were stronger than those of humans, and the offspring produced mostly had the characteristics of these two races.

But I am an out-and-out human race, without any mixed-race characteristics. Therefore, when asking me if I was from Vitchburg, Sherlock's tone was more surprised than suspicious.

I nodded and said, "He is from Wichburg."

"What does it mean to be considered a Wichburger?" Sherlock glanced at me with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

I didn't care, and chuckled: "I am not only a legal citizen of Fort Vicky, but also a legal citizen of Darcy City and Moonlight City."

Sherlock was even more surprised. He frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you a businessman?"

"No" I shook my head and said, "I am an adventurer."

He took a deep breath and said, "Then I don't understand. Since you are an adventurer, how did you obtain so many nationalities?"

Before I could speak, Mr. Mavro on the side spoke first and explained: "Master Sherlock has no ill intentions, he just likes to get to the bottom of things. Aren't all goblins like this?"

After hearing what he said, I suddenly realized that Master Sherlock's appearance is indeed different from that of humans. His auricles are more pointed and longer, his nose is also slightly tapered, and his overall face is quite mean. And his height, He is also considered a dwarf among the human race.

It turns out he is a goblin. Hiss, no, how could he be a goblin?

In addition to these slightly goblin-like features, his skin is yellowish, and although his appearance is mean, he is more like a human. No matter how short he is, he is still a head taller than a goblin.

While he was wondering, Sherlock coughed lightly and said: "My biological mother is a human, my biological father is a goblin, and I will follow my biological mother."

It turns out that the master is a mixed race. No wonder the forging skills are so good. It seems to be due to talent.

I rolled my eyes and said with a smile: "To be honest, these identities were not possessed from the beginning, but were obtained through chance and coincidence."

Seeing that I was unwilling to talk, Sherlock did not force it, but changed the question: "You said that your adoptive father has been looking for Master Claude's whereabouts. Can you tell me your adoptive father's name?"

"His adoptive father is Master Dewey." Daphne, who was rummaging for materials, suddenly said, "He just took over the magic airship base."

Sherlock frowned, his eyes fixed on me, and he said slowly: "Daphne, even if he is your little boyfriend, this joke is not funny."

"Daphne can't lie, Master Shylock." Mr. Mavro said slightly stunned, "She only lies when doing business, but never lies when facing her family."

Sherlock also felt that there was something wrong with his attitude, and immediately touched his nose awkwardly and explained: "It's not that I doubt Daphne's words, it's just..."

He rolled his eyes and said, "It's just that girls who fall in love are more outspoken and heartfelt. Maybe she was deceived by this guy."

As soon as the words fell, Daphne immediately replied: "I was not deceived. He just killed the director and former director of the magic airship base. The dwarf elite team stationed in the base also called him Lord An Xiaoyi."

Sherlock took a breath. Since Daphne saw this with her own eyes, it must be true. After calming down for a while, he bowed to me and said, "It turns out he is Master Dewey's adopted son. Please forgive me." I was just rude, please don’t blame me.”

"I don't blame you." I shook my hand and said, "Don't say it's you. Even anyone who doesn't know my identity will treat it as a joke and ridicule it for a long time. But you couldn't help but didn't ridicule, but persisted in seeking confirmation." , I’m here to thank you before it’s too late.”

Sherlock blushed and waved his hands repeatedly.

Beside him, Mr. Mavro looked calm. He turned to Daphne and said, "No wonder you said you don't need me to support you. It turns out that your little boyfriend is Master Dewey's adopted son. I'm a little curious about you and him. When did you get together and how did you get together?”

"Just now" Daphne answered quite calmly: "I helped him lead the way, and he helped me out. The chief said he wanted to give me to him, but he didn't refuse."

"It seems like it was love at first sight," Mr. Mavro nodded and said, "You didn't ask him when he would marry you?"

"I didn't ask," Daphne said.

"You should ask," Mr. Mavro said: "I can also use the relationship to open the store to Fort Vicky. It is said that dwarves and goblins are very rich. I may be able to earn more."

"Good idea" said Daphne.

The father and daughter were talking to each other, and I couldn't even get in the middle of what they were saying, and there was definitely something wrong with the father and daughter's brain circuits. Not only did the daughter take the man she met for the first time home, she even admitted that I was her. 'Little boyfriend', although this thing is completely made out of nothing.

As a father, Mr. Mavro is even more exaggerated. He just doesn't investigate my origins and intentions, and actually acquiesces to this matter. Not only that, he also plans to go to Fort Veach to make money under my name?

He must not have Watt in his head!