The doorman's name was Tang Tseer, and the pride of the rich merchants in Manny District was about to overflow, "You don't need to know more about those copper-smelling guys, they don't have much left but a little money, huh." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info", the last hum word shows the arrogance to the fullest.

It is really different from Mr. Tang Se, who is full of aristocratic nobility and nobility, and he can't talk about it together. Al smiled slightly, and changed the subject, "The Iron Thorn Family's mansion is located at No. 322 Shenghui Avenue, can I ask you to lead the way?"

Hearing the words Shenghui Avenue, Tang Se's face showed even more respect. The Avenue of Divine Radiance leads directly to the Imperial Palace, and the mansions on both sides were built when the Holy Radiance City was first established, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a testimony of the Kingdom of Saint-Teresa. Not to mention that every inch of land is expensive, the role of money here is minimal, and only the noblest and time-honored nobles are entitled to own a mansion on this avenue.

Al looked all the way, and the scene in Hawley and Manny was very different. The road is a little deserted, with only a few horse-drawn carriages passing slowly, and the cobblestone road is covered with moss, which can't help but make people feel a kind of vicissitudes. The houses on the side of the road do not have the exaggeration and ornificence of Manny, but the generally solemn colors and serious shapes bring a sense of oppression to the face, making people speak quietly.

The green stone road, the old mansion, everything reveals a kind of precipitation of the years, and there are two words written in every bit: ancient.

And the aristocracy pursued these two words as if they were pathologically, as if only this long history could prove the nobility of their blood and their innate arrogance. It's just that they seem to have forgotten that everything they have gained today is due to the fact that their ancestors created history, rather than dwelling on history and unable to extricate themselves.

"Mr. Downser, take the liberty of asking, don't the nobles of the city go out of the city, and I see that there are no carriages entering or leaving your city gate?", Al asked curiously.

Hearing this, Tang Se's face was a little unnatural, and he replied in a low voice: "That's because Hawley has a special access channel, who wants to mix with those nouveau riche in Manny? He shuddered a little, as if the word made him feel disgusted, "Those filthy, ignorant mud-legged people, it is the cruelest punishment to meet them. The proud aristocrat seemed to have forgotten that the great nobleman next to him had just walked through the Helivan district.

Looking at Tang Se's indignant appearance, Al couldn't help but be a little amused, it seems that the nobles of Shenghui City have really carved arrogance into their bones and integrated it into their blood, and they are not even willing to walk the same path as the commoners, enter and exit the same city gates, but I don't know if they don't eat the fireworks of the world, and they don't even have to eat.

Al was reminded of a joke on Earth: in the eyes of fans, idols never and pee.

Thinking like this, under the leadership of Tang Se, the group finally found No. 322 Shenghui Avenue, a large mansion that looked a little dilapidated, but still full of momentum, and after arriving, Tang Se said goodbye with interest, and gave Al a suggestion before leaving: "You can ask your subordinates to find a house in Manny District, so that it will not disturb your daily life." ”

Al thanked him for his concern, and gave him a small gift as well—not money, but a business card with the Iron Thorn badge on it, and a contented Donser like Horson before him flattered him and reluctantly turned away. Today's adventure is enough for him to brag about in a small circle for half a year.

Therefore, whether it is a commoner or an aristocracy, everyone is the same before greed, and the difference in bloodline does not come to the difference in wisdom and personality.

In the final analysis, what kind of person a person is depends on what he usually does, not on who he was born to.

After many years, it looked fine on the outside, but the inside was already dilapidated, and Al commanded the group to clean the room and place the goods. Behind him, Peter followed like a shadow, and what he saw and heard today was more magical and incredible than the fairy tales he had ever heard.

"Little Peter, thank you for your help today, I'll ask Davis to send you back later, this is a little gift from me, I hope it will help you too. Al handed Peter a small purse, which would not be so much that it would cause disaster, but it would allow the little one to live comfortably for two days.

Peter grabbed the money bag, hesitated and asked, "Big ...... Uncle, can you let me work here for you?, don't worry, I am very capable and diligent. A clever ghost like him stammered in a rare way.

Al lowered his head and looked into Little Peter's blue eyes, "Little one, it's good that you have ambitious eyes and know how to seize opportunities. I'm going to open a trading house soon, so you can go there and help when the time comes. ”

Maybe it's just a seed that you sowed, but it's still interesting to see what kind of tree it will grow into in the future.

......

Just when Al finally found the mansion of the Iron Thorn Family, from Shenghui Avenue all the way to the east, a brilliant light, majestic palace is the palace of the Violet royal family, in the middle and rear of a side hall, three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, the elite guards are on duty according to the sword, and the defense is strong. There are four more people with a good bearing and full of strength guarding a door, one with crane hair and a childish face, with fluttering snow hair, one with crooked melons and cracked dates, with an ugly appearance, one handsome and chic, with a jade tree in the wind, and one who is extremely obese and looks like a meat ball. Although they are tall, short, beautiful, ugly, fat and thin, they can see that their eyes are like electricity and their breathing is long, and they are all rare masters. Suddenly, a sharp female voice came from inside the door: "I don't need treatment, I just want you to see what your sister is like now!"

Princess Sophia in the room was still dressed in a military uniform, only occasionally wearing bandages in some places. She stared at the priest who had come to unleash the healing spell on her, stubborn enough to accept it.

A soft voice sounded, like a velvet fan, trying to soothe the princess's anger: "Sophia, don't be angry anymore, your body is important, it's rare for the Patriarch of Lisbon to treat you personally." The man who spoke was fair-skinned, plainly dressed, looked a bit boyish and female, with a pair of good-looking and gentle almond eyes, and spoke softly, whether it was talking or dealing with people, he always gave people the impression of a spring breeze, this is the second prince of the violet royal family: Moses Grievous.

Princess Sophia snorted lightly, "It's a shame that you three big men have come up with such a dirty method as assassinating your own sister, are you women who only know how to fight in the house? What's even more ridiculous is that this kind of trick of assassination has not been successful, your subordinates are waste, and your master is also a waste." He glanced at the brothers sitting in a circle, his eyes full of disdain.

"Bang", one of them couldn't hold back any longer, and slapped the table heavily, "It's okay to be arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but it's so presumptuous in front of my father." Are you still your brother? Talking nonsense and spurting blood, I haven't done anything like that, and I'm sure my brothers wouldn't do it. ”

It was the Grand Prince, Lance Grievous, who said this. This prince looks much older than his younger brothers and sisters, with a Chinese face, two lines outlined at the corners of his mouth, his brows are furrowed, and his face is solemn.

"Ha, what a brother and sister have a deep relationship. The princess pointed to her bandage, "This is your blood is thicker than water, I don't know what kind of affection there will be next time, poison? dagger? please send some reliable ones, it's quite annoying to shoot this little fly to death all the time." ”

As she spoke, a sneer appeared on her face again, "Your subordinates are useless, so you can play in person, and I will let you fight three with one hand." ”

The eldest prince frowned, and he was about to get angry again, and a prince on his right side hurriedly interjected to avoid the escalating quarrel, "Big brother, don't be angry, Sophia shouldn't be unreasonable, everyone take a step back, heal the wounds that should be healed, do what should be done, find out the assassin as soon as possible, and when the time comes, let out the eight pieces and give Sophia a vent, forget it." ”

This one's suggestion is quick and insightful. It was the third prince Loris Grievous who proposed, with a smile on his face, smart eyes, and slightly outstretched ears, always as if he was listening to something, his facial features were not handsome, but they gave people a comfortable feeling when combined, just like him, he couldn't be more, not less, always just right, just right, just right, with a shrewd and capable look. In fact, in Shenghui City, Prince Lloris is known for his talents.

"It's like this, and the mud, how can it be so easy to get this thing over like this. Princess Sophia opened her mouth to retort.

At this point, "That's enough." The two words were abruptly inserted, but they made these Tianhuang nobles obediently shut their mouths. Naturally, it was their father, the master of the kingdom of St. Teresa, Grievous the Great, who could have such power.