Chapter 26 Is This a Former Residence?

Gawain didn't let the team go quickly, because he could guess that the reception staff needed to prepare in a hurry to get the mansion at No. Obedient staff. But even though he led the team around halfway around the street, 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 the same.

A tall and thin butler-like middle-aged man wearing a white wig and a black bow tie greeted him from the mansion and bowed in front of Gawain's horse: "Your Excellency, your mansion is ready, my lord. It is James Brain, who is currently in charge of this property, and has the honor to serve you as your butler during your stay in the capital."

"Brian... I have an impression of this surname," Gawain thought for a while (searching memory), and said with a smile, "Ah, yes, Holly Brian, Charlie's little attendant back then, the surname Brian Charlie gave it to him."

The middle-aged man who calls himself James Braine is a little surprised, and everyone who is lucky enough to deal with the ancients (and the ancients also knew their ancestors) will feel the same sense of wonder: "Yes... yes, Holly Brian is the ancestor, our family has served as a royal servant for generations, and the direct property of the royal family in the royal capital is also managed by members of the Brian family..."

Gawain chuckled: "Yeah, my house is now a royal property."

James Brain's cold sweat broke down on the spot - the embarrassment index of this topic is definitely the highest in the capital today. For example, it is equivalent to tying you to a chair and reciting the words you wrote in the space when you were fourteen years old. Youth Sadness Literature...

However, Gawain was just joking with the other party, and quickly skipped the topic: "Don't bother everyone, I won't be able to live for long."

James Brain straightened his waist: "I have received an order and will do my best to serve you. It is our responsibility to prepare the house properly."

"For example, clean up the ticket sellers at the door and the tour guides inside first?"

"……what?"

It's really troublesome to communicate with people from other worlds.

Gawain waved his hands a little disinterestedly, turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the attendants who had been waiting, and then led his great-granddaughter on the N+1 floor and a large group of people into this place that has been around for seven hundred years. Historic old mansion.

Indeed, just as the previous inner court official said, these historic and significant mansions on Crown Street have not only been preserved, but also maintained their original appearance through continuous repairs—for seven hundred years, even if there is magic. This kind of unscientific thing exists, and many things should have been rotten long ago, so Gawain is almost certain that at least half of the things here are no longer the originals of the year, and they are just plausible, but he himself is not sure about these things anyway. It didn't matter either - he wasn't the real Gawain Cecil.

Passing through a small garden and vestibule, after 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. All the families who own properties in the capital are capable of building a house twice the size of this place in the city, so Amber muttered as soon as he 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 Fort at that time was a circle bigger than here."

"I think it's pretty good..." Rebecca whispered, "Except for the large foundation of the castle I live in, it doesn't seem to be as good as here in every way..."

Amber rolled his eyes and said, "That's right, after all, you are all about to lose your family."

"It's not allowed to throw fireballs here," Gawain squeezed Rebecca and Amber's heads,

"Be honest too, don't work hard just because you have a first-class escape ability. If you meet a shadow master one day, you are afraid that you will die on the spot."

After the Byron knights and the soldiers were led by the squires to settle down and rest, they 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 in the main hall. .

"It's really been preserved..."

After going around for two laps, Gao Wen sighed softly. The memories in his mind kept pouring out, and they interacted with everything he saw in front of him. Although many of them were no longer the originals of the past, the source The familiarity he remembered still made him sigh.

Rebecca also walked around behind Gawain, looking at the objects displayed in the main hall with curiosity and a trace of complicated emotions. The first generation of pioneers all had their descendants, and now many of those descendants even live on this Crown Street, but she, the descendant of the greatest pioneer among the pioneers, the contemporary head of the Cecil family, has remained until today. Only then did I know what the house that my ancestors lived in looked like.

There were many things here that she had only ever seen described in family books, such as an ancient battle axe hanging on the wall in the main hall.

"It was won from Charlie when he tried his swordsmanship back then. In fact, it's not a magic weapon, it's just a dwarf battle axe," Gawain pointed to the axe on the wall, and said casually while searching for his memory. "I don't know how those short stumps developed. All of them only reach my waist, but they have a lot of strength. Such a big axe seems heavy for human soldiers, but they can swing it with one hand like the wind. ."

However, Rebecca noticed the name mentioned by Gawain: "Charlie... Could it be Charlie, the founder of the country?"

"Charlie Moen, who else is the guy called Charlie I today?" Gawain smiled, "I'm the only Charlie I mentioned."

Although it's just a shell of Gawain Cecil, this kind of first-person blowing feels really cool.jpg.

However, Gawain's performance is not just a first-person comparison, but he really needs to familiarize himself with his current identity on many occasions - for a long time to be expected, this Gawain Sethi Er's identity is obviously of great use.

Amber is not interested in things such as family history, kingdom secrets, etc. After walking around the hall and weighing how he would be beaten by Gawain if he stole something here, the professional but The half-elf lady, who cherished her little life more, sat down on the sofa, dangling her feet and looking around: "By the way, are you insisting on coming here to pack up and take away the things here? After all, your descendants are already about to lose their belongings. After losing everything, there are not many opportunities to find an excuse to move things like today..."

Gao Wen was stunned: "Where did you come from?"

Amber smugly said: "Don't be embarrassed, what a normal way of thinking - if you have to worry about too many things, you can give them to me, and I will help you take the things out, and no one will find out - with my own With my skills, I can almost empty this place after three trips to buy groceries..."

This kind of thief who negotiated with the original owner carelessly about how to steal things is really a rare breed. Now Miss Amber is not only a shame for an elves, but she is even a shame for a thief...

From racial shame to professional shame, I feel that I have achieved 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 won't be so confused on this issue. Comparing with each other."

Amber blinked: "Well, yes, I think most of the things in this house are really worthless, almost all replicas, just the axe and the vase at the door are real... oh, the vase is also fake. "

Mom, how talented is this girl, she has already appraised everything here? !

Do you have the ability to use a little energy to manage your broken mouth and exercise your courage?

Seeing that no one was willing to take care of him, Amber shook his legs for a while and then began to look for a new topic: "What are you trying to do if you drag me here? I'm not a knight of your family, nor a soldier, so I just passed by. My little thief, can I help you?"

"First, you dug my grave. Although you said you were taking refuge, it is still a crime of hanging according to the laws of the kingdom. As a client, I have spared you from the crime. You don't feel obligated or necessary to help me. Anything?" Gawain looked at Amber, "Secondly, I really like your ability—of course it's not your ability to steal, but your talent as a stalker. This is the capital, I don't know. 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 head-on combat, Rebecca only knows fireball, and I haven't fully recovered my strength yet. , so I do need you, a skilled shadow master, are you satisfied with this answer, Miss Amber?"

Gawain's tone in the second half of the sentence has become serious, and Amber was also infected by this serious tone, and his expression was a little dull for a while.

She really didn't expect Gawain to speak to her so solemnly--as a petty thief, who was born with a reputation of -1 with all nobles, she never thought that she would be so solemnly asked by a noble to kill her.

And the other party is the legendary Grand Duke Cecil.

Going back can blow for half a year!

"You...you've already said this, I'll help you," Miss Half-elf turned her face away unnaturally, "but you can praise me a few more times - it's Master Shadow, with superb skills. That paragraph, if you say it twice more, 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 sticks to the face and still doesn't kill anyone?"

amber:"?!"

However, Amber did not enjoy the embarrassing treatment of the fireball technique, because the steward of the Brain family appeared.

"My lord, there are guests," James bowed slightly politely, "Prince Edmund is visiting."