Gawain did not let the team go very quickly, because he could guess that the reception staff would need to rush to make the house at No. 4 Crown Street ready to welcome the owner, and he did not intend to be too Make things difficult for staff who are just following orders. But even though he led the team around half a circle on the street, when they arrived at No. 4 Crown Street, he still saw some people wearing waiter uniforms running in and out sweating profusely.
But at any rate, their preparations are almost done.
A tall and thin butler-like middle-aged man wearing a white wig and a black bow tie came out of the mansion and bowed in front of Gawain's horse: "Your Excellency, your mansion The mansion is ready. I am James Brain, who is currently in charge of managing this property. I have the honor to serve you as your butler while you are staying in the capital."
"Brain... I have an impression of this surname," Gawain thought for a moment (searching his memory) and said with a smile, "Ah, by the way, Holly Blaine was Charlie's little squire back then. The surname Blaine was given to him by Charlie. ”
The middle-aged man who calls himself James Brain is filled with a sense of surprise. Everyone who is lucky enough to interact with ancient people (and this ancient person also knows his ancestors) will probably feel the same. Sense of surprise: "Yes...yes, Holly Blaine is the ancestor. Our family has been serving as royal servants for generations, and the royal family's direct properties in the royal capital are all managed by members of the Blaine family... "
Gawain chuckled: "Yes, my house is now a royal property."
James Brain broke out in a cold sweat on the spot - this topic. The embarrassment index is definitely the highest in the capital today. For example, it is equivalent to tying you to a chair and reciting the youthful sad literature written in space when you were fourteen in front of your face...
But Gao Wen He just made a joke with the other party and quickly ignored the topic: "Don't bother everyone, I won't be here for long."
James Blaine straightened his back: "I have received an order and must We will do our best to serve you, and it is our responsibility to prepare the house properly."
"For example, clear out the ticket sellers at the door and the tour guides inside first?"
"... ...Huh? "
It's really troublesome to communicate with people from other worlds, and I don't understand anything at all.
Gawain waved his hand in a dazed manner, dismounted, handed the reins to the attendant who was already waiting, and then led his N+1 great-granddaughter and a large group of people in This ancient mansion has a history of seven hundred years.
Indeed, as the previous official of the inner court said, these historic and significant mansions on Crown Street are not only preserved, but also maintain their original appearance through continuous repairs - 700 Years later, even if unscientific things like magic exist, many things should have decayed long ago. Therefore, Gawain is almost certain that at least half of the things here are no longer the original ones.It's just that it's plausible, but he doesn't care about it anyway - he's not the real Gawain Cecil.
Going through a small garden and vestibule, passing through a short corridor, and then the main hall - as the residence of the founding prince, No. 4 Crown Street is actually a bit shabby in scale, basically Any family in the world that has the ability to buy property in the royal capital can build a house twice the size of this one 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 little bigger than here."
"I think it's pretty good..." Rebecca whispered, "Apart from the huge foundation, the castle I live in seems to be inferior to here in all aspects..."
Amber rolled his eyes: "That's right, after all, you have almost ruined your family's fortune."
"You are not allowed to throw fireballs here," Gawain smoothly pressed Rebecca and Amber's heads, "Be more honest. Don't just try your best just because your escape skills are excellent. If you encounter a shadow master one day, you may die on the spot."
Let the Byron knights and soldiers settle down and rest under the leadership of their attendants, and then return. Betty was arranged to help prepare dinner in the kitchen (the little girl's pan finally came in handy), and then Gawain circled the main hall.
"It's really all preserved..."
After going around twice, Gawain sighed softly. The memories in his mind kept pouring out, and they were different from what he saw in front of him. Everything he saw was in harmony with each other. Even though many of them were no longer the original ones, the familiarity from his memory still made him sigh.
Rebecca also followed Gao Wen around, looking at the objects displayed in the main hall with curiosity and a hint of complicated emotions. The first generation of pioneers back then all had their descendants, and many of those descendants even live on Crown Street today, but she, the descendant of the greatest of the pioneers and the contemporary head of the Cecil family, has remained until today. Only then did I know what the house my ancestors lived in looked like.
She had only seen descriptions of many things here in family books, such as an ancient battle ax hanging on the wall of the main hall.
“I won this from Charlie when I competed with him in swordsmanship. In fact, it’s not a magic weapon, it’s just a dwarf battle axe.” Gawain pointed to the ax on the wall. While retrieving the memory, he said casually, "I don't know how those short guys grew up. Each of them only reaches my waist, but they have the strength of an arm. Such a big ax is too heavy for human soldiers to use, but they can He was waving his hands like the wind."
Rebecca noticed the name mentioned by Gawain: "Charlie...is he the founding king of the country?"
"Charlie? "Moen, who else is the guy called Charles I today?" Gawain smiled, "He is the only one I mentioned."
Although I just put on the shell of Gawain Cecil, this first-person comparison feels really good.jpg.
However, Gawain's performance is not just for first-person bragging, but he really needs to be familiar with his current identity on many occasions - for a long period of time that can be expected. , the identity of Gawain Cecil is obviously of great use.
Amber was not interested in things like family history or kingdom secrets. After walking around the hall and weighing the consequences of being beaten by Gawain if she stole something here, , this half-elf lady who was full of professionalism but cared more about her life sat down on the sofa, swaying her feet and looking around: "By the way, do you insist on coming here just to pack up the things here and take them away? After all, The descendants of your family have almost ruined the family fortune. There are not many opportunities to find an excuse to move things like today..."
Gawain was stunned: "Where did you get this idea?"
Amber said proudly: "Don't be embarrassed, that's a normal idea - 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, and no one will be discovered at all - -With my ability, I can almost empty this place in three trips to buy groceries..."
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 the shame of elves, she is even the shame of thieves...
Evolving from a racial shame to a professional shame, it feels like an incredible achievement.
"Don't worry, 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, Don’t worry about this kind of issue.”
Hubo blinked: “Okay, that’s right. I think most of the things in this room are really not valuable. They are almost all replicas, just that one. The ax and the vase at the door are real...oh, and the vase is also fake."
My God, how old is this girl? She has already identified everything here? !
Do you have the ability to spare some energy to control your bad words and exercise your courage at the same time?
Seeing that no one wanted to talk to her, Amber shook her legs for a while and then started to find a new topic: "By the way, why did you drag me here? I'm not your knight, nor I'm not a soldier, I'm just a passing thief. How can I help you?"
"First, you dug my grave. Although you said you went in as a refuge, you must follow the laws of the kingdom. It's still the crime of hanging. As the client, I absolve you of the crime. Don't you think you have the obligation and need to do something for me?" Gawain looked at Amber, "Secondly, I really like your ability. ——Of course, it’s not about your ability to steal things, but your talent as a stalker. This is the royal capital, and I don’t know how many people are holding various opinions.Various purposes are staring at this place, staring at each of us, and Byron is a knight who is only good at frontal combat, and Rebecca only knows fireball. I haven't fully recovered my strength yet, so I really need you, a Skilled Shadow Master, are you satisfied with this answer, Miss Amber? ”
Gawain’s tone became serious in the second half of his sentence, and Amber was also affected by this serious tone, and her expression was a little dull for a moment.
She really didn’t expect Gawain to be so serious. Speak to yourself solemnly - as a petty thief with a natural reputation of -1 among all nobles, she never thought that she would be asked to be so solemnly asked by a noble.
And the other party is still there. The legendary Archduke Cecil.
You can talk about it for half a year! Miss Elf looked away a little unnaturally, "But if you praise me a few more times - as for Shadow Master, you have superb skills. If you say it twice more, I won't ask you for money..."
Gawain turned to look at Rebecca: "Can you control the fireball spell to the point where it just sticks to the face but doesn't kill anyone? "
Amber: "? ! "
However, Amber did not enjoy the treatment of the fireball spell, because the butler of the Blaine family appeared.
"Sir, we have guests," James said politely and thoughtfully The ground bowed slightly, "Prince Edmund is visiting. ”