Gao Wen did not let the team go very fast, because he could guess that the reception staff needed to prepare in a hurry to prepare for the house at No. 4 Crown Street to prepare for the owner, and he did not intend to make too difficult for the staff who were just obedient. However, 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 waiters uniforms running in and out with sweat.

But at least, their preparations are almost done.

A middle-aged man wearing a white wig and a black bow tie, a tall and thin butler came out of the mansion and bowed to Gowen's horse to pay tribute: "Your Excellency, your mansion is ready. I am James Bren, who is currently responsible for the management of this property. During your stay in the capital, I have the honor to serve you as your butler."

"Brain...I have an impression of this surname," Gao Wen thought for a while (search for memory), and said with a smile, "Ah, by the way, Holly Brain, the young servant around Charlie back then, the surname Brain was given to him by Charlie."

The middle-aged man who called himself James Brann was a little surprised. 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, Holly Brann is his ancestor. Our family has served as royal servants for generations, and the royal family's direct property in the royal capital is also managed by members of the Brann family..."

Gao Wen smiled: "Yes, my house is now a royal property."

James Brann's cold sweat came down on the spot - the embarrassing 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 in person the youthful and sad literature written in the space when you were fourteen years old...

However, Gao Wen just joked with the other party and quickly skipped the topic: "I can't live for long without having to mess with everyone."

James Brann raised his waist: "I will do my best to serve you when I receive the order. 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?"

"……ah?"

It's really troublesome to communicate with people from other worlds, and they don't understand the memes.

Gao Wen waved his hand a little excitedly, turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the servants who had been waiting aside, and then led his N+1 great-granddaughter and a large group of people to enter this ancient mansion that had been around for 700 years.

It is indeed as the inner court official said before, these long-standing and meaningful mansions on Crown Street are not only preserved, but also maintained their original appearance in uninterrupted repairs. For seven hundred years, even if there are unscientific things like magic, many things should have been decayed. Therefore, Gao Wen is almost certain that at least half of the things here are no longer the original objects of the past, and are just plausible, but he himself doesn't care about these things anyway - he is not the real Gao Wen Cecil.

Walking through a small garden and vestibule, passing a short corridor, followed by the main hall - as the founding grand duke's mansion, the scale of No. 4 Crown Street is really shabby. Basically, any family capable of buying industries in the capital has the ability to build a house twice as large as here 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," Gao Wen glanced at half the elf, "the silver castle was only a circle bigger than here at that time."

"I think it's pretty good..." Rebecca whispered, "The castle I live in is not as good as here in all aspects..."

Amber shook his eyes and rolled his eyes: "That's right, after all, you're almost ruining your family."

"Don't throw fireballs here," Gao Wen held Rebecca and Amber's heads, "Be honest, don't rely on your first-class escape ability to do it. One day, you will probably die on the spot when you meet a shadow master."

After letting the Byron Knights and the soldiers settle down and rested under the guidance of the attendant, they arranged for Betty to go to the kitchen to help prepare dinner (the little girl's pan finally came in handy), and then Gao Wen circled in the main hall.

"It's really all preserved..."

After walking around for two rounds, Gao Wen sighed softly, and the memories in his mind kept pouring out, imprinting with everything he saw in front of him. Although many of them were no longer the original objects of the past, the familiarity that originated from the memory still made him sigh.

Rebecca also followed Gao Wen around, looking at the artifacts in the main hall with curiosity and a touch of complex feelings. The first generation of pioneers at that time all had their descendants, and now many of them even live on Crown Street. However, she, the descendant of the greatest of the pioneers and the contemporary head of the Cecil family, did not know until today what the house his ancestors lived in that year.

She even saw many things here only in family books, such as an ancient battle axe hanging on the wall of the main hall.

"This was won from Charlie when he was competing with swordsmanship. In fact, it was not a magic weapon, it was just a dwarf battle axe," Gao Wen pointed to the axe on the wall, searching for memories and said casually, "I don't know how those short tumbling men developed. They all reached my waist, but they had the strength to do so. Such a large axe seemed heavy for human soldiers, but they could swing them one by one like the wind."

Rebecca noticed the name mentioned by Gowan: "Charlie...is it Charlie the founder of the country Charlie?"

"Charlie Moen, who else can be called Charlie I today?" Gao Wen smiled, "He is the only Charlie I mentioned."

Although I just put a shell of Gowan Cecil, this kind of first-person hype feels really good.jpg.

However, Gao Wen's performance is not just about playing the first person, but he really needs to be familiar with his current identity in many occasions - for a long time that can be expected, Gao Wen Cecil's identity is obviously very useful.

Amber was not interested in things like family history and the secrets of the kingdom. After circling around the hall and weighing what he would be beaten by Gao Wen if he steals things here, this professional but more life-loving half-elf lady sat down on the sofa, shaking her feet while looking around: "By the way, are you going to come here to pack up the things here? After all, your descendants are almost ruining their family's fortunes, and there are not many opportunities to find an excuse to move things like today..."

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

Amber was proud: "Don't be embarrassed, it's a normal idea. If you have to worry about too much stuff, you can leave it to me. I will help you take it out and you will never be discovered. With my ability, I will give it to me three times to buy vegetables. I will almost be able to empty this place..."

This kind of thief who carelessly discussed with the original owner how to steal things is really a rare breed. Now Miss Amber is no longer a shame to the elves, she is even a shame to the thief...

From racial shame to professional shame, I feel that I have achieved remarkable achievements.

"Save it, if I really want to take something away, there is no need to ask you for help," Gao Wen waved his hand and interrupted Amber's unrealistic ideas. "No matter how confused Francis II is, he will not be too petty about such issues."

Amber blinked: "Okay, too, I think most of the things in this room are indeed not worth much. They are almost all replicas. The axe and the vase at the door are real... Oh, the vase is also fake."

Mom, how good is this girl? Has she identified everything here?!

Do you have the ability to put some energy into taking care of your broken mouth and exercise your courage?

Seeing that no one was willing to pay attention to him, Amber shook his legs for a while and then started looking for new topics: "What are you going to do if you insist on pulling me? I am not your knight or a soldier. I am just a passing thief. How can I help you?"

"First, you dug my grave. Although you said you were taking refuge in, it is still a sin of hanging according to the laws of the kingdom. I, as a party, have exempted you from your sin. Don't you feel that you have an obligation and need to do something for me?" Gao Wen looked at Amber, "Second, I really like your ability - of course it's not about the ability to steal things, 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 and staring at each of us. Byron is a knight who is only good at head-on fighting, Rebecca only knows fireball skills, I haven't fully recovered my strength yet, so I really need you, a master of shadows with superb skills. Are you satisfied with this answer, Miss Amber?"

Gao Wen's tone of the second half of the sentence had become serious, and Amber was also infected by this serious tone, and her expression was a little dull for a moment.

She really didn't expect Gao Wen to talk to her solemnly - as a thief who was born with reputation with all nobles, she could not have thought that she would be solemnly asked by a nobleman.

And the other party is the legendary Grand Duke Cecil.

I can brag for half a year when I look back!

"You...you have said this, I'll help you," Miss Half-Elf turned her face a little unnaturally, "But you praise me a few more times--just the Shadow Master, who is superb in the skill, if you say it twice more, I won't ask you for money..."

Gao Wen turned his head to look at Rebecca: "Can you control the fireball technique to the point where it just happens to be stuck on your face and can't kill anyone?"

amber:"?!"

However, Amber did not enjoy the treatment of being a fool of himself because the butler of the Bran family appeared.

"Sir, there are guests," James bowed slightly politely and thoughtfully, "Prince Edmund visits."
Chapter completed!