I Will Be The Crowned King

In the narrow attic, Anson, holding a copy of the Clovis Truth, sat beside the leaking window of "Huhu"; the candlestick on the table kept swaying in the cold wind, reflecting the flickering on the newspaper. Non-stop, enough to torture any reader with a shadow of madness.

However, Anson's attention was not on the newspaper. With his eyes closed, the scene inside and outside the apartment appeared in his mind:

At night, Bleiman Street is no longer lively during the day. On the empty street, only horses and carriages can be seen occasionally speeding by, scavengers in tattered clothes and children who are still shouting at passers-by and selling leftover fruits.

On the cold and bleak street, three men in ragged clothes burned the **** and wood they picked up outside the ruins of Old John's Cafe by the dim light of the roadside gas lamp.

They carried old hats from the trash can, wrapped most of their faces with the collars of their coats, shivered in the cold wind around the faint flames, breathed in their palms, and everywhere on the roadside Visible tramp is no different.

Well, if I didn't look at the roof from time to time, it would be more like... An Sen with his eyes closed, the cheeks of the three guards disguised as homeless reflected in his mind, slightly proudly raised Mouth up.

Similar to guessing at the beginning, the Guards could not let go of this clue; the purpose of the so-called "routine inquiries" is to arouse their vigilance - if "Anson Bach" and "Draco Wilt" "Those" are really a gang, so after exposure, they will act anyway.

Even the panic-stricken self took the initiative to seek help from a chatterboxer.

Anson suspects that perhaps all the people on the Iron Sky who have had a relationship with Draco have been "secretly" controlled and monitored by the Guards in a similar way.

Ten minutes later, the two "hobos" seemed to finally be able to hold back the cold, stood up with their shoulders folded, and walked towards the other end of the street.

Beside the bonfire that swayed in the cold wind, there was only a shivering figure left; the brim of the hat was lowered and the light gray eyes were shining brightly, and he never left the window for a moment.

It's him?

An Sen, who looked a little surprised, "looked" at the familiar aquiline nose under the brim of his hat, and half of his face was swollen.

On the empty street, the howling cold wind became more and more violent; the hook-nosed officer wrapped in a tattered coat tugged at his collar, took out a crumpled cigarette from his jacket pocket, and took out a crumpled cigarette from the bonfire rolled up by the cold wind. Cigarette butts were lit.

The misty smoke fluttered with the gust of wind, pouring into the chest cavity from the corner of the bleeding mouth, as if the aquiline nose relieved the pain a little, and even the body shivering in the cold wind warmed a lot.

What a stubborn guy... "Looking" at the resolute expression of the other party, An Sen couldn't help sighing, which touched his heart a little.

Although the two seem to be on a hostile position because of the same talkative family, in fact, what kind of hatred does he have with him? But it's all to do everything possible to survive in this cold and realistic world.

In this regard, he is the same as him.

Thinking of this, An Sen, who sighed silently, got up from the chair, took a dummy he had prepared before, and fixed the newspaper on the dummy's hand by the way.

Well, since this guy is so persistent, let him continue on the path he insists on - the extra long candles specially obtained are enough to burn for a night.

An Sen, who was almost moved by himself, nodded with satisfaction, turned and left the attic humming a little tune.

 …

Although it was very late, the skilled Madame Bogner prepared a whole table in a very short time: grilled sausages with sauce, apple pie, creamy fish pie, spicy bisque and a A whole roast chicken...except for no alcoholic beverages, the sumptuousness is comparable to a banquet.

Watching Mrs. Bogner act like a conjurer, serving plates after plates of steaming food from the empty kitchen, Anson felt for the first time that he had rented this apartment that was much more expensive than the surrounding area. It was a real thing. Excellent value for money.

Of course, the price was that he had to pay for all the ingredients—it was still a bit of a pain for Anson, who had not yet solved the subsidy issue and could only rely on a thousand gold coins given by Ludwig to make a living.

However, compared with the countryside in Thundercastle and even Oak Town, Clovis City as the capital is not only rich in various ingredients, but also much cheaper; as long as there is a shop or a certain industry, there is a stable income. , the average family of five can also enjoy a four-course dinner with hot soup.

But at the same time, some things are outrageously expensive: a small piece of cake is worth two and a half silver coins, and a pound of fine tobacco can be sold for five silver coins.

Even Mrs. Bogner, the landlord who has several profitable stocks in her hands, only goes to the restaurant four times a year and makes two new clothes in the tailor's shop.

After a sumptuous dinner, the contented trio sat around the dining table, enjoying the last peace before going to bed.

At this moment, Lisa, who has been focusing on eliminating food, suddenly asked a question that Anson always wanted to ask, but was not easy to say:

"Mrs. Bogner, why are those two people so afraid of you?"

The relaxed Mrs. Bogner leaned back on the chair lazily, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised proudly while smoking a pipe: "Ah... This is mainly because of my ex-husband."

Anson nodded, which was basically his guess.

Although Mrs. Bogner has divorced her husband, the Viscount Bogner will introduce a tenant for her, so the relationship between the two must still exist.

When he went out during the day, Anson had a little understanding. This Viscount Bogner not only has a seat in the Privy Council and the Railway Committee, but is also a shareholder of a logistics company in Clovis City, and also has an influential newspaper under his name.

Such an old-fashioned nobleman with both wealth and influence, even the Guards would not dare...

"...and my ex-husbands."

Um? !

With a sway, An Sen, who didn't react, almost fell off the chair.

Lisa, who didn't understand the difference between the two sentences, tilted her head and blinked.

Mrs. Bogner, who was biting her pipe, pulled up her wrinkled cheeks and patted her curious little head gently:

"Oh, how many ex-husbands are there? Hehehe...My dear little Lisa, you really asked an interesting question."

"But those things are many years ago, UU reading www.uukanshu.com for decades, and even the memory has become weak; except for that, who is still reluctant to part with me but is afraid to come to the door because of his identity. , I've forgotten what other people look like except the **** who deserve to go to hell."

"The rest are only the memories of the grand balls, the sweet dinner parties, and the walks in the fountain garden."

"Oh, and a house."

"House?"

Unable to hold back, Anson blurted out.

"Every time I get married, I will ask my husband to buy an apartment for me on Bleiman Street as a testimony to the eternal love." Mrs. Bogner, who was suffocating, spoke softly like the evening wind in the midnight harbor:

"When I came back to my senses, my old lady had become the biggest landlord on this street."

"So remember my lesson, dear little Lisa—real estate doesn't buy true love."

"..." Anson.