Gao Wen didn't let the team go too fast, because he guessed that the reception staff needed to make hasty preparations to prepare the house at No. Staff who do what they are told. But even though he led the team around the street half a circle, when he arrived at No. 4 Crown Street, he still saw some people in waiter uniforms running in and out sweating profusely.
But anyway, their preparations are almost done.
A tall and thin butler-like middle-aged man wearing a white wig and black bow tie came out from the mansion, and bowed in front of Gawain's horse: "Your Excellency, your mansion is ready, my lord." It is James Bryan who is currently in charge of managing this property, during your stay in the capital, it is an honor to serve you as your butler."
"Brian... I have an impression of this surname," Gao Wen thought for a while (searching memory), and said with a smile, "ah, by the way, Holly Blaine, Charlie's little attendant back then, the surname Blaine is still Charlie gave it to him."
The middle-aged man who called himself James Bryan had a hint of surprise, and everyone who was lucky enough to deal with the ancients (and this ancient man knew his ancestors) would probably feel the same sense of surprise: "Yes... yes, Huo Leigh Blaine is the ancestor. Our family has served as royal servants for generations, and the royal family's direct property in the capital is also managed by members of the Blaine family... "
Gao Wen chuckled: "Yes, my house is now the property of the royal family."
James Bryan broke into a cold sweat on the spot—the embarrassment index of this topic is definitely the most in the capital today. For example, it is equivalent to tying you to a chair and reciting to your face the youth written in the space when you were fourteen years old sad literature…
But Gao Wen was just joking with the other party, and quickly skipped the topic: "Let everyone not have to worry about it, I won't live long."
James Bryan straightened up: "After receiving the order, I will serve you with all my heart. It is our responsibility to prepare the house properly."
"For example, clear out the ticket sellers at the entrance and those who act as tour guides inside first?"
"… ah?"
It's really troublesome to communicate with people from other worlds.
Gawain waved his hand in a somewhat disinterested manner, got off his horse, handed the reins to the attendant who had been waiting, and then led his great-granddaughter on floor N+1 and a large group of people into the city that had been in existence for seven hundred years. Historic old mansion.
Indeed, as the inner court official said before, these historic and significant mansions on Crown Street have not only been preserved, but have also maintained their original appearance through continuous repairs—seven hundred years, even with magic Unscientific things exist, and many things should have been decayed long ago, so Gao Wen is almost sure that at least half of the things here are no longer the original things, and they are just plausible, but he himself does not understand these things anyway. Don't care—he's not really Gawain Cecil.
Passing through a small garden and vestibule, passing a short corridor, followed by the main hall—as the residence of the founding grand duke, the scale of No. 4 Crown Street is a bit shabby. The family that owns the property in the middle has the ability to build a house twice the size of this place in the city, so Amber muttered as soon as she entered the door: "That's it? It's far worse than I thought..."
"This was built seven hundred years ago." Gawain glanced at the half-elf. "The Silver Castle at that time was only a circle bigger than here."
"I think it's pretty good..." Rebecca whispered, "The castle I live in is not as good as this one except for the huge foundation..."
Amber rolled her eyes and said, "That's right, after all, you are almost ruining your family."
"You are not allowed to throw fireballs here," Gao Wen held Rebecca and Amber's heads in a smooth manner, "You should also be honest, don't try your best just because you have first-class escape skills, one day you really meet a shadow master, you may be on the spot passed away."
After letting the Byron knights and soldiers settle down and rest under the leadership of the attendants, he arranged for Betty to go to the kitchen to help prepare dinner (the little girl's frying pan finally came in handy), and then Gawain circled around the main hall .
"It's really all preserved..."
After going around twice, Gawain sighed softly. The memories in his mind kept pouring out, imprinting with everything he saw in front of him. He couldn't help sighing because of the familiarity from his memory.
Rebecca also walked around behind Gawain, looking at the utensils displayed in the main hall with curiosity and mixed emotions. The first generation of pioneers back then all had their descendants, and many of those descendants even live on this Crown Street today, but she, the descendant of the greatest of the pioneers, the current head of the Cecil family, has lived until today Only then did I know what the house my ancestors lived in looked like.
There are many things here that she has only seen described in the family books, such as an ancient battle ax hanging on the wall of the main hall.
"This is what I won from Charlie during the swordsmanship competition. In fact, it's not a magical weapon, but a dwarven battle axe." Gawain pointed to the ax on the wall, and said casually while retrieving his memory. "I don't know how those short stumps are developed. All of them only reach my waist, but they have a lot of strength. Such a big ax seems heavy for human soldiers, but they can swing it like the wind with one hand. .”
Rebecca noticed the name Gao Wen mentioned: "Charlie... Could it be Charlie, the founding king?"
"Charlie Moen, the guy who is called Charles I today, who else could it be?" Gawain smiled, "He is the only Charlie I mentioned."
Although it's just wearing the shell of Gawain Cecil, the feeling of blowing in the first person is really cool.jpg.
However, Gawain's performance is not just a first-person bragging, but he really needs to familiarize himself with his current identity on many occasions—for a long period of time that can be expected, this Gawain Cecil Both identities are clearly of great use.
Amber is not interested in such things as family history, kingdom secrets, etc. After going around the hall and weighing how he would be beaten up by Gawain if he stole here, this professional but The half-elf lady who cherished her life even more, sat down on the sofa and looked around while dangling her feet: "Speaking of which, do you insist on coming here to pack up and take away the things here? Lost, there are not many opportunities to find an excuse to move things like today... "
Gao Wen was dumbfounded: "Where did you come up with this idea?"
Amber proudly said: "Don't be embarrassed, what a normal way of thinking - if you are worried that there are too many things to carry, you can leave them to me, and I will help you take them out without being discovered - with my ability, Give me three trips to buy groceries and I can almost empty this place... ”
This kind of thief who carelessly discusses how to steal things with the original owner is really a rare breed. Now Miss Amber is not only a disgrace to elves, she is even a disgrace to thieves...
Evolving from racial shame to professional shame feels like an incredible achievement.
"Forget it, if I really want to take something away, I don't need to ask you for help." Gawain waved his hand, interrupting Amber's unrealistic thoughts, "No matter how confused Francis II is, he wouldn't be so confused about this kind of issue." Haggling over every ounce."
Amber blinked: "Okay, yes, I think most of the things in this room are really worthless, almost all are replicas, only the ax and the vase by the door are real... oh, the vase is also fake."
Damn, how old is this girl, and she has already appraised everything here? !
Do you have the ability to spare a little bit of energy to take care of your bad mouth and exercise your courage by the way
Seeing that no one was willing to talk to her, Amber shook her legs for a while and started to find a new topic: "By the way, why are you dragging me here? I'm not your knight or soldier, I'm just passing by Little thief, can you help me with anything?"
"First, you dug my grave. Although you said you took refuge in it, it is still a crime of hanging according to the kingdom's law. I, as a party involved, exempted you from the crime. You don't feel that you have the obligation and need to help me do it. Something?" Gao Wen looked at Amber, "Secondly, I really like your ability - of course not the ability to steal things, but your talent as a stalker. This is the capital of the kingdom. How many people are staring at this place with various purposes, staring at each of us, and Byron is a knight who is only good at fighting head-on, Rebecca is only good at fireball, I have not fully recovered my strength yet, So I really need you, a skilled shadow master, is this answer satisfactory to you, Miss Amber?"
Gao Wen's tone in the second half of the sentence had become serious, and Amber was also affected by the serious tone, and her expression was a little dull for a while.
She really didn't expect Gao Wen to talk to herself so solemnly—as a petty thief whose natural reputation with all nobles was -1, even if she killed her, she would never have imagined that she would be so solemnly entrusted by a nobleman.
And the other party was the legendary Grand Duke Cecil.
Looking back, you can blow it for half a year!
"You... you've already mentioned this point, so I'll help if I help," the half-elf lady looked away unnaturally, "but you can praise me a few more times—as for Master Shadow, the superb skills , if you say it twice, I won't ask you for money..."
Gawain turned his head to look at Rebecca: "Can you control the fireball technique to the point where it just hits the face without killing anyone?"
amber:"?!"
But Amber didn't enjoy the treatment of the fireball technique, because the butler of the Bryan family appeared.
"My lord, we have guests." James bowed slightly politely, "Prince Edmund is visiting."