Gwen did not let the team go too fast, because he could guess that the reception staff needed to prepare for the house at No. 4 Crown Street to welcome the master. He did not intend to make things too difficult for the staff who were just following orders. However, 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 anyway, they were almost done with the preparation work.
A tall and thin middle-aged housekeeper wearing a white wig and a black bow tie came out of the house and bowed in front of Gwen's horse. "Your Excellency, your house is ready. I am James Bryan, who is currently in charge of this property. I am honored to serve you as your housekeeper during your stay in the Captical."
"Bryan... I have an impression of this surname," Gwen thought for a moment (searching his memory) and said with a smile, "Ah, yes, Holly Bryan, a little attendant by Charlie's side. The surname Bryan was given to him by Charlie."
The middle-aged man who called himself James Bryan had a trace of surprise. Every person who was fortunate enough to come into contact with an ancient person (and this ancient person knew their own ancestor) would probably feel the same sense of surprise. "Yes … Yes, Holly Bryan is our ancestor. Our family has been the attendants of the royal family for generations, and the property of the royal family in the capital is also managed by the members of the Bryan family …"
Gawain chuckled. "That's right. My house now belongs to the royal family."
James Bryan broke out in a cold sweat on the spot. The awkwardness of this topic was definitely the highest in the Captical today. For example, it was equivalent to tying you to a chair and reciting the sad youth literature you wrote in the space when you were 14 years old in front of your face...
But Gwen was just joking with the other party and quickly skipped the topic. "Tell everyone not to make such a fuss. I won't stay for long."
James Bryan straightened his back. "I have received the order and will do my best to serve you. It is our responsibility to prepare the house properly."
"For example, get rid of the ticket sellers at the door and the tour guides inside first?"
"... Huh?"
It was really troublesome to communicate with people from another world.
Gwen waved his hand a little dispiritedly, turned over and dismounted. He handed the reins to the attendant who had been waiting by the side, and then led his great-granddaughter and a large group of people into the 700-year-old house.
Indeed, as the internal court official had said, the historic and extraordinary houses on Crown Street were not only preserved, but also maintained their original appearance through continuous renovation. After 700 years, even if there was such an unscientific thing as magic, many things should have decayed. So Gwen was almost certain that at least half of the things here were no longer the original, but only looked the same. But he himself did not care about this anyway. He was not the real Gwen Cecil.
After passing through a small garden and a vestibule, after a short corridor, they arrived at the main hall. As the house of the founding duke, the scale of No. 4 Crown Street was a little shabby. Basically, any family who had the ability to buy property in the Captical could afford to build a house twice the size of this one in the city. So when Amber entered the door, she muttered, "Is this it? It's far worse than what I thought... "
"This was built 700 years ago." Gwen glanced at the half-elf. "At that time, the Castle of Silver was only a little bigger than this."
"I think it's pretty good..." Rebecca whispered. "The castle I live in is not as good as this place except for the huge foundation..."
Amber rolled her eyes. "That's true. After all, you guys are going to lose everything."
"Don't throw fireballs here." Gwen held Rebecca's and Amber's heads down. "You better behave. Don't try to do anything just because you're good at escaping. If one day you really meet a master of shadow, I'm afraid you'll die on the spot."
After letting Byron, Knight, and the soldiers rest under the guidance of the attendants, and arranging for Betty to help prepare dinner in the kitchen (the little girl's pan finally came in handy), Gwen then walked around the main hall.
"It's really all preserved..."
After walking around twice, Gwen sighed softly. Memories kept surging in his mind, imprinting with everything he saw in front of him. Although many of the things were no longer the original, the sense of familiarity from the memories still made him sigh.
Rebecca also walked around behind Gwen, looking at the furnishings in the main hall with curiosity and a hint of complicated feelings. The first generation of pioneers had their descendants, and now many of those descendants even lived in Crown Street. But she, the descendant of the greatest of the pioneers, the current head of the Cecil family, only now knew what the house her ancestors lived in looked like.
Many of the things here were only described in the family's 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 divine weapon, just a dwarf battle-ax," Gwen said casually as he pointed to the ax on the wall and searched his memory. "I don't know how those dwarfs grew up. Each of them only reached my waist, but they were so strong. Such a big ax would be heavy for a human soldier, but they could swing it like the wind."
Rebecca, however, noticed the name Gawain mentioned. "Charlie … Is it Charlie, the founder of the country?"
"Charlie Moen, the guy who is called Charlie the First today. Who else could it be?" Gwen smiled. "The only Charlie I mentioned is him."
Although it was just a shell of Gwen Cecil, the feeling of bragging in the first person was really cool.
But Gwen was not just bragging in the first person. He really needed to familiarize himself with his current identity on many occasions. In the foreseeable future, the identity of Gwen Cecil was obviously very useful.
Amber, on the other hand, was not interested in things like family history and the secrets of the kingdom. After walking around the hall and weighing the consequences of stealing from Gawain, the half-elf lady, who was full of professionalism but cherished her life more than anything else, sat down on the sofa. She swung her legs and looked around. "By the way, did you insist on coming here because you want to pack everything up and take it away? After all, the descendants of your family have almost lost everything. There are not many opportunities like today to find an excuse to move things... "
Gwen was stunned. "Where did you get this idea?"
Hu Po said proudly, "Don't be embarrassed. It's a normal train of thought. If you're worried about having too many things, you can leave them to me. I'll help you carry them out, and no one will find out. With my abilities, I can pretty much empty this place in the time it takes me to go out to buy groceries three times …"
This kind of thief who openly discussed with the original owner how to steal things was really a rare breed. Now, Miss Amber was not only the shame of the elves, she was even the shame of the thieves...
From the shame of the race to the shame of the profession, it felt like an incredible achievement.
"Save it. If I really want to take something away, I don't need your help." Gwen waved his hand and interrupted Amber's unrealistic thoughts. "No matter how muddle-headed Francis II was, he would not be so calculative about this kind of thing."
Hu Po blinked. "Alright, that's true. I think most of the things in this room aren't worth much. Most of them are replicas. Only the axe and the vase by the door are real … Oh, the vase is also fake."
'Oh my god, how long has this girl taken to appraise everything here?!'
If you have the ability, why don't you spare a bit of energy to control your mouth and train your courage at the same time?
Seeing that no one was willing to talk to her, Amber shook her legs for a while and began to find a new topic. "Why do you have to drag me here? I'm not your family's Knight, and I'm not a soldier. I'm just a passing thief. What can I do for you? "
"First, you dug up my grave. Although you said you were taking refuge, according to the kingdom's law, this is still a crime punishable by hanging. As the party concerned, I'm pardoning your crime. Don't you think you have the obligation and need to do something for me?" Gwen looked at Amber and said, "Second, I really like your ability. Of course, I'm not talking about your ability to steal things, but your talent as a lurker. This is the Captical. I don't know how many people are watching this place with all kinds of purposes. Byron is a Knight who is only good at fighting. 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? "
Gwen's tone became serious. Amber was also affected by his serious tone. She looked a little sluggish for a moment.
She did not expect Gawain to speak to her in such a serious manner. As a petty thief whose Reputation with all nobles was -1, she would never have thought that a noble would ask her for help in such a serious manner.
And the other party was the legendary Duke Cecil.
She could boast about it for half a year!
"You... Since you've said so much, I'll help you." The half-elf turned her face away a little unnaturally. "But you have to praise me a few more times. The part about being a Shadow Master and skilled, if you say it twice, I won't ask you for money..."
Gwen turned to look at Rebecca. "Can you control the Fireball to the point where it's just right on the face and not kill?"
Amber: "?!"
But Amber did not enjoy the treatment of being hit by the Fireball, because the butler of the Bryan family appeared.
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