Chapter 26 (2/2)

“I won this when I fenced with Charlie back in the day. Actually it’s not some powerful weapon. It’s just a dwarf’s battleaxe.” Gawain pointed at the axe on the wall, saying casually as he collected the memories, “I wonder how those dwarves who only grow up to my waist can be so strong. Such a large axe is really heavy for human soldiers, but they can swing it around like it’s nothing. ”

Rebecca picked up on the name that Gawain mentioned, “Charlie… Do you mean the founding King Charlie?”

“Charlie Moen, the one called Charlie I today. Who else could it be?” Gawain chuckled. “He is the only Charlie that I’ve ever mentioned.”

Although he was only wearing Gawain Cecil’s shell, being able to brag as though he had experienced it first hand was reallyawesome.jpg.

However, Gawain was not simply using this to boast about his first hand experience, but he would indeed need to be familiar with his current identity in many occasions as the identity of Gawain Cecil would apparently be very useful within the foreseeable distant future.

However, Amber was not interested in things such as a clan’s history or the kingdom’s insider stories. After going around the hall and pondering over how Gawain would beat her up if she stole something here, this job-oriented half-elf who cared for her life even more, sat down on the sofa, shook her feet as she looked around. “Speaking of which, did you insist on coming here so that you can take away these items? After all, your descendants are already about to squander away all the family property. There aren’t many chances like this where we can come up with an excuse to move these things away… ”

Gawain was dumbstruck. “Where did you get this idea?”

Amber said delightedly, “It’s nothing. It’s just a normal line of thought. If you are concerned that there are too many things here to carry, you can leave it to me. I’ll take them out for you. No one will find out. With my ability, it’ll just take me three trips, and I’ll be able to pretty much clear things up here… ”

It was truly a rare breed of bandit to so casually discuss with the original owner about how she could steal their items. Now, Amber was no longer merely just a disgrace to elves, but she had also become a disgrace to bandits…

It seemed like an incredible achievement for one to go from being a disgrace of one’s own race to a disgrace of one’s own class.

“Save the effort. If I really wanted to take something away, I wouldn’t even need your help,” Gawain waved her off and interrupted Amber’s unrealistic idea. “Even if Francis II was silly, he wouldn’t even be bothered about something as trivial as this. ”

Amber batted her eyes. “Okay then, you’re right. Most of these things around the house don’t seem like they are worth much anyways. They’re mostly replicas. Only the axe and the vase at the door are originals… Oh, the vase is a replica too. ”

Damned. This girl had already appraised all the items here in such a short time?!

If you were so good, why could you not spend a little energy to watch that mouth of yours and build up your nerves?

Seeing that no one was responding to her, Amber started to look for a new topic to talk about after shaking her legs for a while. “Speaking of which, why do you have to drag me here? I’m not a knight of your clan, nor am I a soldier. I’m just a thief who passed by. How can I be of any help?”

“First, you dug my grave. Although you said you went there to take refuge, according to the kingdom’s laws, the punishment for this crime is hanging. As the one who pardoned your crime, don’t you think that you have a duty to do something in return for me?” Gawain looked at Amber. “Second, I want your ability. Of course, I’m not talking about your ability to steal things but your talent as a rogue. We are in the capital. Who knows how many people are watching us, everyone of us, for various motives. Byron is a knight who is only good at frontal assault. Rebecca can only use fireballs. I have not fully recovered my strength yet, so I really need you, a highly skilled master of shadows. Does that answer your question, Miss Amber?”

Gawain became serious in his tone in the latter half, and Amber was also affected by this serious tone, her expression was stunned for a while.

She did not expect Gawain to speak to herself so solemnly. As a thief, who had a negative reputation among aristocrats, she did not think that a noble would appeal to her so solemnly.

What more, he was the legendary Cecil Grand Duke.

This would allow her to brag about it for at least half a year!

“You… Since you say it like this, I’ll help you then.” The half-elf girl said as she turned her face away unnaturally. “But you need to praise me more. The part where you said I’m a highly skilled master of shadows. I won’t ask you for money if you can say it again twice… ”

Gawain turned his head to look at Rebecca. “Can you control a fireball such that it just sticks to someone’s face but not kill them?”

Amber: “?!”

However, Amber did not get to experience the fireball sticking to her face because the butler from the Blaine clan appeared.

“Your Excellency, you have guests,” James said politely as he bowed slightly, “Prince Edmund is here to visit.”