Chapter 26： Is this the former residence? (1/2)

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. ""