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The closer he got to the capital, the more irritable Bruce became. Mr. Steward's suggestion is to let this little thing go first, and it will come back when it leaves the capital.

Hernandez felt that this little guy was mysterious, and it never appeared when there were outsiders. Even Luo didn't know that he had such a pet: "Is it afraid of strangers?"

Mr. Housekeeper nodded with a smile: "This is indeed a shy little thing."

Bruce grunted angrily...

"Okay then, let's bid farewell for now," Hernandez waved to Bru in the early morning of the day before arriving in the capital, and the little guy ran away without looking back, not thinking about it at all.

"I don't think it's my pet. We're like friends who met by chance. As long as it's fine, it's no big deal if it doesn't come back." Hernandez said to Mr. Butler.

The city of the sun, the king's capital, is definitely a land kissed by the God of Light.

There are tall and gorgeous pointed buildings everywhere, with bright colors and complicated decorations. Statues covered with gold leaf and inlaid with precious stones can be seen everywhere, and those carefully polished and decorated edges are dazzling in the sun.

Every brick and every tile here seems to be exhausted by the ultimate skill of the craftsman. Every small piece of tile is painted with various scriptures and stories of the God of Light, and every eaves corner is hung with pious little angels in different poses. There are small bells on the hands, arms or wings. Whenever the wind blows, the melodious bells echo in the streets and alleys, as if an angel singing hymns really came to the world.

The roads here are spacious and tidy. Each street can allow at least four carriages to pass through at the same time. The central avenue leading to the royal city can even accommodate eight carriages to pass side by side. He was neatly dressed and had a friendly face. The only thing that disappointed Hernandez was that the place was much deserted than he expected.

Mr. Fermont's caravan has been placed in the big market outside the capital, which is the real bustling place. It is almost half the size of the capital, and it is divided into a trading market and a common residential area, mainly for businessmen. Living and resting with the surrounding civilians, ordinary people cannot enter and leave the royal capital at will, unless he has a noble title or a work permit in the royal capital.

Hernandez and Mr. Fermont both had noble titles, and Mr. Luo and Mr. Butler were also allowed to enter as accompanying servants. The four of them walked on the somewhat empty street, and only occasionally saw a few pedestrians passing by. There are slightly more carriages, but it is not even as lively as Science and Art City.

"Didn't you say that all the great nobles from all over the country will come to the capital?" Hernandez was puzzled.

"They mainly live in Seleu, which is a satellite city of the City of the Sun. It's about half a day away from here. The king's palace is also there, as are the palaces of princes and princesses," Luo said. "This side is mainly The administrative area of ​​the kingdom, as well as the Temple of Light and the Tower of the Grand Master."

Following the direction Luo pointed out, Hernandez saw an extraordinarily slender, pointed building, which was also decorated in an excessively gorgeous style.

"Where is the Tower of the Grand Master?" Hernandez was curious, "Can we go in and visit?"

"This is not Science and Art City," Luo shook his head, "Mr. Magician in Wangdu is much more arrogant."

"Because they have never worried about money," Mr. Fermont said, "In their eyes, Haisey's behavior is similar to disobedience. They have long disliked Science and Technology, but they still can't take action now." Just come."

"Don't these gentlemen like magic props? I think they are very interesting." Hernandez was puzzled.

Luo shook his head: "They think that magic is bestowed by the God of Light, and magic props allow ordinary people to control magic. Those adults can't stand this, probably they think it's a kind of blasphemy."

The shallow believers who are not very devout blinked their eyes, thinking that these adults sounded a little narrow-minded.

After entering the city, they only walked for a short distance. Hernandez and Mr. Butler were going to register at the House of the Noble Elders, and Mr. Fermont and Luo were going to the Chamber of Commerce. They agreed on a meeting time in the afternoon and said goodbye temporarily. .

After walking for a while, Hernandez felt that Mr. Steward seemed to be quite familiar with Wangdu, so he couldn't help asking curiously, "Have you been here before?"

Mr. Steward nodded: "It happened many years ago, and there have been a lot of changes here. I don't know some places very well."

A young gentleman passing by laughed: "The City of the Sun hasn't changed much since my grandmother's generation. Your servant is a real big talker."

Hernandez looked at this rude passer-by in surprise: "I thought that the people in the capital were all polite and polite gentlemen, so there are also rash gentlemen like you."

The young gentleman coughed in embarrassment: "I'm just worried that you will be deceived by your servant. Lying is not a good character for a servant."

"I'm sorry to bother you," Hernandez said. "I know whether my butler is reliable or not. You might as well worry about your own etiquette first."

The young gentleman walked away in embarrassment.

"Sorry," Hernandez whispered to Mr. Butler, "That man is too rude."

Mr. Housekeeper laughed: "Maybe what he said is the truth, am I really talking big?"

Hernandez shrugged: "I know you never talk big."

Mr. Housekeeper couldn't help rubbing Hiernandez's disheveled blond hair, and he couldn't help laughing at the young man's soft and proud appearance.

The two came to the Noble Presbyterian House, which was a resplendent and inconspicuous building against a gorgeous background, the same pointed building, the same bright colors and complicated decorations.

The hall is spacious and bright, and there are obviously more people coming and going than on the street. There is a row of reception desks facing the gate, and the receptionists are all young and beautiful ladies.Hernandez explained to a receptionist what she wanted to do. She nodded and handed Hernandez a stack of blank forms: "Please fill in these first. Lord Keith is on duty today. After you fill out the forms, you can Go straight to that room." She pointed to a small cubicle next to her.

"Thank you." Hernandez took the form.

These paperwork are always the job of a competent Mr. Housekeeper, and Hernandez sat on the sidelines without any shame.

He was a little curious about these forms at first, but after looking at them for a while, his eyes involuntarily moved to Mr. Housekeeper's face, and then he couldn't move away.

There are a few strands of hair on Mr. Steward’s forehead falling between his eyebrows, which looks soft and playful. His eyelashes are so long and his eyes are so beautiful, especially when he lowers his head to work, he is serious and focused. Hernandez has some I'm jealous of the blank papers he's staring at. His nose bridge is straight, his lips are also very beautiful, the lip color is very red, and he has a slightly straight chin and a beautiful Adam's apple...

"What are you looking at?" Mr. Butler suddenly raised his head.

"You look so good, ah no, what are these?" Hiernandez woke up suddenly, barely changing the subject.

Mr. Steward glanced at Hernandez, narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled, then flipped through the forms with his head lowered: "It's all about identification and other things, nothing else, just this..."

He pinched out one of the papers: "You can apply for a residence in the royal capital, in Seleu, are you interested?"

Hiernandez secretly watched Mr. Steward's expression. He didn't care about staying in the capital, but he always felt that Mr. Steward had no interest in it: "What's your suggestion?"

"It looks very tempting, and it doesn't force you to give up Mountbatten's territory, but the management rights have to be handed over." Mr. Steward glanced at the document quickly, "correspondingly, you will get the king's land. From the perspective of money alone, the income from a manor near the capital is much richer than that of Mountbatten."

"What if you don't accept it?" Hernandez asked.

"Although I didn't mention it here, as far as I know, the entire kingdom is raising taxes. If you don't accept it, you will probably have to bear the increased taxes." Mr. Steward said.

"Do you think I should accept it or give it up?" Hernandez carefully looked after Mr. Housekeeper.

"It depends on your opinion," Mr. Steward said calmly, "I can only offer suggestions."

"Then...are you...willing to stay in the capital?" Hernandez asked hesitantly.

Mr. Butler raised his eyes to look at his little master. The young man was lowering his head, looking a little timid.

"I will follow your orders." Mr. Housekeeper said softly.