Gao Wen did not let the team go very fast, because he guessed that the receptionists needed to be prepared in a hurry to prepare the Crown Street No. 4 house to meet the owner, and he did not intend to be too embarrassed. The staff who acted in obedience. However, even though he led the team to sneak around Daddad on the street for a half circle, when he arrived at No. 4 Crown Street, he saw that some people wearing waiter uniforms were running sweating in and out.

But well, their preparations are almost the same.

A middle-aged man with a white wig and a black bow tie, tall and thin, greeted the middle-aged man from the mansion and paid tribute to Gao Wen’s horse. "Your, your house is ready, swearing James Brian, who is currently responsible for taking care of this industry, is fortunate to serve you as your steward during your stay in Wangdu."

"Brian... I have an impression of this surname," Gao Wen thought about (searching for memory) and said with a smile, "Oh, yes, Holly Brian, the little attendant next to Charlie, the name of Brian. It was Charlie who gave him."

The middle-aged man who called himself himself, James Brian, was a little surprised. Everyone who had the privilege of dealing with the ancients (and the ancients knew his ancestors) would probably feel the same sense of surprise: "Yes... yes, Holly Brian is the ancestor, our family has been a royal servant for generations, and the royal family’s direct industry in the kingdom is also taken care of by the members of the Brian family..."

Gao Wenhe smiled: "Yes, my house is now a royal industry."

James Brian’s cold sweat came down on the spot – the 尴尬 index of this topic is definitely the highest of today’s kings. For example, it’s the equivalent of tying you to a chair and reading it in space when you are 14 years old. Youth sad literature...

However, Gao Wen just made a joke with the other party and quickly skipped the topic: "Let everyone not have to toss, I can't live for a long time."

James Brian stood up: "When the monks receive the order, they will do their best to serve you. It is our responsibility to prepare the house properly."

"For example, do you want to clean up the ticket at the door and the tour guide?"

"……what?"

It’s really troublesome to communicate with people from different circles.

Gao Wen was a little bit swaying and waved his hand, turned over and took the reins to the waiter who had already waited for him. Then he led his N+1 granddaughter and a large group of people to enter this place for seven hundred years. Historic ancient mansion.

Indeed, as the former court official said, these historic houses with a long history of Crown Street are not only preserved, but also maintain their original appearance in the uninterrupted repairs - seven hundred years, even if there is magic Unscientific gadgets exist, and many things should have been rotted, so Gao Wen is almost certain that at least half of the things here are no longer the original ones, just keeping plausible, but he himself is against them anyway. Don't care too - he is not really Govin Cecil.

Passing through a small garden and vestibule, after a short corridor, followed by the main hall - as the residence of the founding father, the size of Crown Street No. 4 is a bit shabby, basically any one capable of being in the king The family that owns the industry has the ability to build a house that is twice as large as the size of the city, so the amber will pick it up when it enters the door: "Just this? It is far worse than I thought..."

"This was built up seven hundred years ago," Gao Wen glanced at the half-elf. "At that time, the Silver Fort was bigger than here."

"I feel very good..." Rebecca whispered. "The castle I live in is not as good as the foundation..."

Amber licked the past with a white eye: "That is, after all, you are almost defeating the family."

"You are not allowed to throw a fireball here," Gao Wen grabbed Rebecca and Amber's head. "You are also honest. Don't try to escape." One day, you will encounter a shadow master. You are afraid to be on the spot. Passed away."

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

"I really have kept it..."

After two rounds, Gao Wen sighed softly, and the memories in his mind continued to flow, and everything that was seen in front of him was printed, even though many of them were no longer the original, but the source. The familiarity in memory still makes him sigh.

Rebecca also wandered around after Gao Wen, looking at the furnishings in the main hall with curiosity and a touch of complex feelings. The pioneers of the early generations all had their descendants, and now many of them have even lived in this Crown Street, but she, the descendants of the greatest of the pioneers, the contemporary owners of the Cecil family, until today I only know what the ancestors used to live in.

There are many things here that she even saw in the family books, such as an ancient battle axe hanging on the main hall wall.

"This was the one that won from him when Charlie and the sword were tested. It was not a weapon of the gods. It was a dwarf battle axe." Gao Wen pointed to the axe on the wall and said it while searching for memories. "I don't know how the short blocks developed. I only came to my waist, but I have a strong arm. Such a big axe is heavy for the human soldiers. They can follow the wind with one hand. ""

Rebecca noticed the name mentioned by Gao Wen: "Charlie... Is it the founding father of Charlie?"

"Charlie Moen, who is called Charles I today, who else?" Gao Wen smiled. "The only Charlie I mentioned is him."

Although it is just a set of Govin Cecil's shell, this first person's feeling of blowing is really cool.jpg.

However, Gao Wen’s performance is not just a first-person blow ratio, but he really needs to be familiar with his current identity on many occasions – this Gao Wen·Seixi can be expected for a long time. Their identity is obviously very useful.

Amber is not interested in things like family history, kingdom secrets, etc., circled around the hall and weighed it. If you steal something here, you will be swayed by Gao Wen. The half-elf lady who loves her life is sitting down on the sofa and swaying her feet and looking around: "Would you like to come here to take away the things here? After all, your family has already taken the family." Frustrated, there are not many opportunities to find an excuse to move things like today..."

Gao Wenmu stunned: "Where is your idea?"

Amber is proud of it: "Don't be embarrassed, more normal thoughts - you have to worry about too many things, if you have too much entrainment, you can give it to me. I will help you bring things out and will never be discovered. - My I have almost given the opportunity to go out and buy food three times.

This kind of thief who talked with the original owner about how to steal things out is really a rare breed. Now Miss Amber is not only the shame of the elf, she is even a shame of thieves...

From the shame of race to the shame of career, I feel that I have achieved unsuccessful achievements.

"Save the province, I really don't need to ask you for help if I really want to take something away," Gao Wen waved his hand and interrupted the unrealistic thoughts of Amber. "Francis II is no longer confused. I care about it."

Amber blinked: "Okay, too, I think most of the things in this house are really worthless. They are almost all replicas. The vases at the axe and the door are real... Oh, the vases are fake. ”

Mom, this girl has a lot of work, has already identified all the things here? !

Do you have a little bit of energy to manage your broken mouth and exercise your courage?

Seeing that no one is willing to take care of themselves, Amber shakes his legs for a while and then starts to find a new topic: "What do you want to do if you are not yelling at me? I am not a knight of your family, nor a soldier. I am passing by. The little thief, can you help me?"

"First, you dug my grave. Although you said it was an refuge, it is still a sin of the slogan according to the laws of the kingdom. I am exempted from sin as a party. You don't feel obligated and need to help me. "What about something?" Gao Wen looked at Amber. "Second, I really missed your ability. Of course, it is not the ability to steal things, but the talent of you as a stalker. Here is the king, 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 frontal fights. Rebecca only fireball, I have not fully recovered yet. So I really need you, a skilled shadow master, this answer is your satisfaction, Miss Amber?"

The tone of Gao Wen’s second half of the sentence has been taken seriously, and Amber is also infected by this serious tone, and the look is a bit sluggish for a while.

She really didn't think that Gao Wen would talk to himself so seriously - as a thief, with all the thieves who were born with a reputation of -1, she couldn't think she would be so solemnly asked by a nobleman.

And the other party is still the legendary Grand Duke Cecil.

Looking back can blow for half a year!

"You...you said that this is up, I will help you," Miss Half Elf did not naturally look away. "But you praise me a few more times - the Shadow Master, skilled In that paragraph, if you say it twice, I will not ask you for money..."

Gao Wen turned to look at Rebecca: "Can you control the fireball to the extent that it is just a paste on the face?"

amber:"?!"

However, Amber did not enjoy the treatment of fireball, because the housekeeper of the Brian family appeared.

"Adult, there are guests," James said slightly and thoughtfully, "Prince Edmund visited."