I will be crowned king

Skillfully opening the door to the apartment, Anson climbed up the stairs. Christian, who followed him, curiously looked at the narrow walls on both sides, the gas pipes and sewers running along the corners of the walls, and looked up at the building from time to time. Central patio.

For the head of the Bach family, who has lived in the countryside all year round, he is not unfamiliar with mansions like the Franz House, but the townhouse apartments that resemble pigeon cages are a "modern building" that he has never heard of in the past; when he stood outside, they were just I was a little surprised and felt like I had stepped into another world after walking in.

Standing outside the slightly shabby but very familiar door, Anson hesitated for a moment with emotion, and slowly put his right hand into his pocket - he was in a hurry when he went south to Eagle Point City, and he didn't actually look for it. Mrs. Bogner checked out, and the key she had not returned was still lying quietly in her coat pocket.

"Click——"

The crisp door lock sounded, and the thick aroma of broth wafted from the direction of the fireplace in the living room.

Lisa, who had changed into casual clothes, was sitting at the dining table with a serious look, as upright as a student waiting for the bell to end get out of class; but the drool at the corner of her mouth and the eyes staring straight in the direction of the kitchen had given her away. Although her body was still where she was, The soul has already left the body.

The little clerk, still wearing a black and white dress, knelt on one knee by the fireplace opposite the sofa in the living room. Like an artist, he stirred the already boiling soup pot with a spoon in an orderly manner. He stared at the pocket watch in his hand attentively. He seemed to be half serious. In seconds the world will collapse and the world will end.

The busy noise echoed in the direction of the kitchen, and the aroma of simmering over low heat was mixed with the smoke of grease exploding on the hot iron plate... Even though it was not yet dinner time, the two people standing outside the door couldn't help but swallow. Tickled his throat.

As if sensing a familiar aura, the girl sitting in front of the dining table turned around without any warning, and a surprised smile immediately appeared on her ignorant face:

"Anson, and brother Christian, you are back!"

The cry of surprise broke the calm. The girl who jumped down from the dining table ran over quickly and threw herself into Anson's arms. The little secretary who was still guarding the soup pot immediately turned around and walked into the living room with a smile. The two of them nodded and saluted.

"I'm sorry for the delay due to some things, so I rushed here at this time." Christian smiled very gently, and very lightly patted the head of the girl who was held in Anson's arms: "What is little Lisa busy with?"

"Little Allen is making soup, and Mrs. Bogner is cooking." The girl blinked her big, shining eyes: "Lisa is waiting for dinner, everyone is so busy!"

"Ah, that's really hard work, little Lisa." Christian said softly, taking out a chocolate box wrapped in a silk scarf from his arms: "Those who work hard should be rewarded."

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, but she did not take the box immediately. Instead, she turned her eyes to someone in front of her, showing a pitiful expression.

"This is a gift from Brother Christian, of course you can accept it." Anson was strong and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What should you say when you get a gift?"

"...Thank you, Brother Christian!"

The girl happily stuffed the chocolate box into her arms and was not in a hurry to enjoy it. Obviously, the tempting aroma of the food in the kitchen was a higher priority.

Just as the three of them were enjoying themselves, talking and laughing, a thin and somewhat stooped figure hurried from the kitchen to the living room. His thick cotton slippers collided with the creaking floor, making a rhythmic sound like knocking on the door. .

"Don't be stupid when you come back. Come and help. How can you be an elder brother?" Wrapped in a dark purple thin blanket, the busy old woman snorted dissatisfiedly: "I only remembered to go home during meal time. It's really He has the style of a male host!"

"Mrs. Bogner, you are as spirited as ever."

Quickly taking the plate full of bacon from the old woman and placing it on the table, Anson said with a casual smile: "Thank you for not changing the door locks in the past two years, so that we don't have to live on the streets after we come back."

"Okay, okay, don't act like that. My general, I've seen dozens of men who can talk sweet words to you better than you!"

The old woman waved her hands irritably, and her eyes stopped on the figure that suddenly appeared next to her: "This is..."

"Christian Bach, good day, my respected wife." Christian stroked his chest skillfully and bent down, saluting the old woman: "It's really a great honor to have the opportunity to meet such a decent person like you. my pleasure."

"Oh."

Looking at the elegant head of the Bach family with a breathtaking smile on his face, the old woman was astonished as if she had discovered a new species of creature. Her eyes kept switching back and forth between him and Anson: "You...you Is he the brother of Anson and Lisa?”

"I'm really sorry that my younger brothers and sisters are bothering you so much." Christian nodded slightly: "The Bach family is a small family, and country people don't know much about etiquette. They must have caused you a lot of trouble."

"Yes, but that doesn't matter, as long as they remember to pay the rent." The old woman took a deep breath, still looking in disbelief: "Mr. Christian, are you... married?"

"Not yet, but we are officially engaged to a girl from my father's friend's house in a neighboring village."

"That's such a pity... Twenty years earlier, I would have given a man as good as you a chance to pursue me."

"No, no, you are too polite. If you are pursued by a lady like you, it is a luxury that many men would not dare to have in their lifetime."

The two sang together there, and the room was filled with joy again.

"Mrs. Bogner, I've turned off the oven fire."

Another voice sounded from the kitchen, and William Gottfried staggered into the living room, holding a flask filled with sauce in his hand: "I just tried to add more to your barbecue sauce. Three-sevenths of a spoonful of granulated sugar can just balance out the bitterness inside."

"How many times have I said it! It's not bitter, it's sweet aftertaste, sweet aftertaste!" The old woman suddenly became furious: "The sauce you cook should not just have the first taste, it must retain a little bit of bitterness so that you can enjoy it after eating. You can also feel another level of taste!”

"Uh... I don't mean to question your cooking skills, but taste is actually just a kind of physiological stimulation." William shrugged in confusion: "If you want to taste sweetness, just add some With sweeteners, you want to taste sour or salty in the same way, so trying to use bitterness to create sweetness is really... incredible in my opinion."

"It's incredible, so cooking is an art, you nerd who only has eyes for numbers!"

The old woman cursed and pushed him to the sofa next to her: "Okay, okay, from now on, you are not allowed to give me a step into the kitchen. Just stay there like them and wait obediently." Let’s eat!”

After saying that, Mrs. Bogner returned to the kitchen angrily, leaving the three of them looking at each other.

Anson Bach: "...So, why are you here?"

"I invited Mr. William here."

The little clerk on the side suddenly raised his right hand: "His Excellency Cole Dorian wants to take him back to the Truth Seeking Order. After discussing with Miss Sera, we all took a step back and let Mr. William stay where they can at any time." I found a place, and after much thought, this should be the most suitable place.”

"Of course, it's not this house. When I came here, I asked Mrs. Bogner to find another house for Mr. William, with two bedrooms and one living room, living downstairs from you."

The wide-eyed William looked at the little clerk, then at Anson, and spread his hands:

"Ah...that's pretty much it."

In other words, people from the Inquisitor may come to your door at any time, right? That’s good. This way, another stronghold in Clovis City is also exposed. Although it is not a secret in the first place... I think of Cole Dorian and that woman. The Inquisitor might come to visit him frequently in the future, and Anson suddenly felt a slight headache.

Of course, if you think about it at best, this may not be a bad thing - with the cautious character of young Périgord, if the inquisitor's people often come to the door, he will most likely not go near this place; and the Ministry of War Unless someone breaks the rules, it is impossible for them to let their assassin appear easily, which means they have a semi-public safe house.

"Wait a minute, this professor named William lives downstairs from Anson?"

Christian on the side seemed to suddenly realize something. He looked at Anson in surprise and some seriousness: "So this building...there are many similar houses available for rent?"

"Not this building, but the whole street - Mrs. Bogner is the largest landlord in the entire Boleman Street, well, probably the largest in Clovis City." Anson smiled and replied: "Why, Are you also interested in this place?"

"It's not that there is, it's very."

Christian nodded: "Neighbors on the left and right, separated by only a wall, are completely different families... It's really interesting just thinking about it, don't you think so?"

Not at all, what kind of weird idea is this? Why would you live in a pigeon cage if you can live in a villa... Anson chuckled and nodded: "Yes, this kind of residents are not only cheaper, but also much more convenient in life, and the compact layout also makes them look... Lovely."

"How about, if you like, please ask Mrs. Bogner to pick a house in this building for you after dinner?"

"That would be perfect." Christian smiled happily: "I even think that we can do a long-term business with Mrs. Bogner, rent a few houses for a long time, and use them as a place for the Bach family to stay after they move to the city. How about ?”

"Sounds like a good idea."

Anson had no reason to refuse: "As for Mrs. Bognar... As long as the rent is generous enough, she will not refuse."

Click——

The little clerk in front of the soup pot on the fireplace suddenly pressed down the pocket watch in his hand and looked up at the kitchen: "Mrs. Bognar, the time is up!"

"I know!"

Accompanied by the old woman's impatient shouts, the thin figure walked out of the kitchen carrying a large plate of dishes. The alluring aroma immediately caused the people who were chatting just now to shut up and turn to look at the angel-like figure. .

"Gululu——"

Covering her mouth tightly, the girl held in Anson's arms made a pleasant sound alone.

…………………………

As night fell, everyone sitting around the dining table was talking and laughing; the little clerk and William sat on both sides of the fireplace to rest and relax. After eating, Lisa fell asleep directly and lay down on Bogner who was sweating. On Madame's lap; Anson and Christian were taking a nap by the window, one holding a cup of coffee and the other taking out a pipe.

"Here's the Ring of Order. This should be the most delicious meal I've had since I came to Clovis City." Christian picked up the coffee cup and let out a sigh of satisfaction:

“But most of all, there’s nothing better than being with your family – remember how many years you haven’t been home?”

"I have no memory." Anson shook his head: "I only remember the last time... It seemed to be before I was going to go to the Wang Family Military Academy. At that time, there was no railway connected to my home."

"Not now."

Christian looked emotional: "There seemed to be rumors about building a small railway to the countryside, but in the end it seemed that it was just a rumor; the family is still the same as it was in the past ten, decades, maybe hundreds of years ago, and it is still the same. A similar look."

"I have actually thought about it seriously. If that rumor is true, a large number of small railways as branches and supplements of the 'Iron Cross Plan' will definitely be beneficial to Clovis's economy and improve the current chaotic state. At the very least... …”

"boom--!!!!"

The moment he finished speaking, a deafening roar came from downstairs, and even the coffee in Christian's hand almost spilled out. In shock, he immediately stood up from the window, and just as he was about to ask, he was stopped by someone on the side. The old woman interrupted.

"Don't be so nervous, it's just a little movement." Mrs. Bogner on the sofa continued to put on her sweater without looking back, and said nonchalantly: "The gas pipes are aging, the sewers are exploding, the robbers are making trouble in the streets... These are considered commonplace in Clovis City, so there is no need to make a fuss."

"...small movement?"

Christian raised his head and looked at Anson, who could only keep smiling awkwardly.

"That's right, just a little movement."

Mrs. Bogner still had that calm tone: "You don't have to be afraid even if there are really thugs making trouble. Our street has a special security company responsible for maintaining law and order. Ordinary thieves and robbers are simply impossible... "

"boom--!!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of the door breaking, the old woman's words suddenly stopped; the figure covered in blood knocked open the living room door, twitched and collapsed on the carpet, her wide eyes had already solidified, staring at the bottom of the stairs outside the door. of darkness.