Gawain didn't let the team go fast, because he guessed that the reception staff needed to prepare the house in a hurry at No. 4 Crown Street to welcome the owner, and he didn't intend to make it too difficult for The staff who just obeying orders. But even though he led the team around the street for half a circle, when he arrived at No. 4 Crown Street, he still saw some people wearing server uniforms running in and out, sweating extensively.
But at any rate, their preparations are almost done.
A tall and thin middle-aged man butler 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, James Blaine, who is currently in charge of this industry. During your stay in the capital, I have the honor to serve you like your butler."
"Blaine... I have an impression of this surname," Gawain thought for a while, and said with a smile, "Ah, yes, Holly Blaine, the little attendant next to Charlie back then, he still gave him the last name."
The middle-aged man who calls himself James Blaine is a little surprised. Everyone lucky enough to deal with the ancients will probably feel the same amazement: "Yes... Yes, Holly Blaine is our ancestor. The family has served as royal servants from generation to generation, and the direct properties of the royal family in the royal capital are also taken care of by members of the Blaine family..."
Gao Wen smiled: "Yes, my house is now a royal property."
James Blaine's cold sweat came down on the spot-the embarrassment of this topic is definitely the most talked about in the capital today.
But Gawain just made a joke with the other party, and quickly skipped the topic: "Let everyone not toss like this, I won't live long."
James Blaine stood up: "I receive the order, and I will do my best to serve you. It is our responsibility to prepare the house properly."
"For example, clear out the ticket sellers at the door and the tour guide inside?"
"... what?"
It's really troublesome to communicate with people, and it makes little sense.
Gawain waved his hand a little helplessly, rolled over and dismounted, handed the reins to the server who had been waiting aside, and then led his great-granddaughter and a large group of people into this building which is 700 years Historic old mansion.
Indeed, as the previous inner court official said, these historic mansions on Crown Street have not only been preserved, but they have all maintained their original appearance, doing uninterrupted repairs for seven hundred years, even with magic. This kind of stuff is unscientific, and many things should have been decayed long ago, so Gawain is almost certain that at least half of the things here are no longer the originals of that year. They just keep plausible structures, but he himself Doesn't care either-he is not the real Gawain Cecil.
Passing through a small garden and lobby, passing a short corridor, and then the main hall-as the mansion of the founding prince, the size of No. 4 Crown Street is a bit shabby anyone who can be a king All the families in the Metropolitan Real Estate Group can build a house twice the size of this city. Therefore, as soon as Amber entered the door, he muttered: "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 was a circle larger than here."
"I think it's pretty good..." Rebecca whispered. "besides the large foundation of the castle I live in, it seems to be inferior to this place in every respect..."
Amber rolled her eyes and said, "That is you are about to ruin your family."
"You may not throw fireballs here," Gawain grabbed Rebecca and Amber's heads smoothly. "You should be honest, too. Don't rely on your first-class escape skills. If you really meet a shadow master one day, you are afraid that you will be passed away on the spot."
After letting the Knights Byron and the soldiers settle down under the guide of the attendants, they arranged for Betty to go to the kitchen to help prepare dinner, and then Gawain circled in the main hall.
"It's really well preserved..."
After going around two circles, Gawain sighed softly. The memory in his mind kept pouring out, imprinting with everything he saw before his eyes, although many of them are no longer the originals of the year. The familiarity in his memory still made him sigh.
Rebecca also walked around behind Gawain, looking at the artifacts in the main hall with curiosity and a touch of complicated feelings. The pioneers of the first generation all had their descendants, and now many of those heirs even live on Crown Street, but she, the descendant of the greatest of the pioneers, the current patriarch of the Cecil family Only today know what the house the ancestors lived in back then was like.
Many things here have only been described in family books, such as an ancient battle axe hung on the wall of the main hall.
"This was won from someone when he tried swordsmanship with Charlie. It's actually not a magic weapon, it's just a dwarf battle axe," Gawain pointed to the axe on the wall and said casually while searching his memory. "I don't know how those short people developed. They only reached my waist, but we were shocked by their strength. Such a big axe seems heavy for human soldiers, but they can simply wield it with one hand like flowing with the wind."
Rebecca noticed the name Gawain mentioned: "Charlie...is it Charlie, the founding king?"
"Charlie Moen, who else is the guy called Charles I today?" Gawain smiled, "The only Charlie I mentioned is him."
Although it is just a shell of Gawain Cecil, this kind of the first-person comparison is great.
However, Gawain's performance in this way is not just a first-person blow ratio, but he needs to be familiar with his current identity frequently for a long time to be expected. This Gawain Cecil identity is very useful.
Amber is not interested in things such as family history and the secrets of the kingdom. After walking around the hall and weighing how she would be beaten by Gawain if he stole something here, this professional but The half-elf lady who cherished her life more than her profession sat down on the sofa and looked around while shaking her feet: "Speaking of you, are you insisting on coming here to pack up the things here? After all, your descendants have almost taken care of the family. There are few opportunities to find an excuse to move things like today..."
Gawain was stunned: "Where did this idea come from?"
Amber triumphantly: "Don't be embarrassed. It was a normal way of thinking. If you have to worry about too many things that are difficult to carry, you can give them to me, I will help you take things out, and they will never be discovered with my Ability, I can almost empty this place within three trips time required from here..."
This kind of thief who would talk with the original owner about how to steal things is really a rare breed. Now Miss Amber is not only the shame of the elves, she is even the shame of the thieves...
Developing from racial shame to professional shame, it feels like an incredible achievement.
"Save it. I don't have to ask you for help if I really want to take something." Gawain waved his hand, interrupting Amber's unrealistic thoughts. "Francis II won't be confused about this kind of problem. He won't care about everything."
Amber blinked: "Well, I think most of the things in this room are really worthless, almost all replicas, just the axe and the vase at the door are real... Oh, the vase is also fake. "
'wow, has this girl been able to identify everything here?!'
'Do you can spare a little of energy to manage your broken mouth and exercise your morals, by the way?'
Seeing that no one will take care of her, Amber shook her legs for a while and then started looking for a new topic: "What do you mean by dragging me here? I'm not your knight or soldier, so I'm just a passerby Little thief. What can I do for you?"
"First, you dug my grave. Although you said that you had taken refuge in, it is still a crime of hanging under the laws of the kingdom. As a party concerned, I have spared for your sin. You don't feel obligated and necessary to help me. With something?" Gawain looked at Amber, "second, I really like your ability-of course, not the ability to steal things, but your talent as a stalker. This is the royal capital, I don't know. How many people are staring at this place with all kinds of purposes, staring at each of us, and Byron is a knight who is only good at frontal combat, Rebecca can only use fireball, and I have not fully recovered yet., So I really need you, a skilled shadow master. Are you satisfied with this answer, Miss Amber?"
Gawain's tone in the second half of the sentence was already serious, and Amber was also infected by this serious tone, and her expression was a bit sluggish for a while.
She really didn't expect Gawain to talk to herself so solemnly as a thief, a thief with a natural reputation of negative with all nobles. She would never have thought that she would be so solemnly asked by a noble to assist.
And the other party is the legendary Grand Duke Cecil.
I can blow for half a year when I look back!
"You...you're all up to this point to ask help," the half-elf lady turned away a little unnaturally, "but you can praise me a few more times-just the master of shadows, the skill is superb, if you repeat it twice, I won't ask you for money..."
Gawain turned his head to look at Rebecca: "Can you control the fireball technique to where it just sticks to the face and the target will not die?"
Amber:"?!"
However, Amber did not enjoy the treatment of the fireball technique, because the housekeeper of the Blaine family appeared.
"My lord, there are guests," James leaned slightly politely, "Prince Edmund is visiting."