I will be crowned king

Almost as soon as the old woman finished speaking, a deafening roar came from under the building, shaking the entire living room.

"...Exceptionally quiet?"

Looking at the thick black smoke drifting from the window, Anson's expression was a little strange.

"Well... occasionally it gets a little noisy, occasionally." The old man holding on to the thin blanket said nonchalantly, his thin body sinking deeper into the sofa:

"Today's mechanical devices, gas, etc., are not as strong and functional as those decades ago; the bottom floor of Braleman Street is full of shops, and merchants love bargains, so it is not surprising to see some small movements... "

"Boom! Boom——! Boom——!"

Continuous explosions sounded again, and the sky-high flames were mixed with the screams of pedestrians and the wails of the injured; muddy sewage and garbage on the ground were sent up into the sky, and fell to the ground together with dust.

Lisa, who was constantly shaken by the vibrations of the house, was so excited that she danced on the sofa like she did when she rode a roller coaster for the first time.

"...small movement?"

Anson turned around and looked at the old woman. He raised his right hand and pointed at the cafe door flying into the sky outside the window.

"Don't make such a fuss young man, you are an Army officer."

The old woman curled her lips nonchalantly and wrapped the thin blanket around her more tightly: "Compared with the rifles and cannons on the battlefield, this little fuss must be a small scene!"

No, I think you may have some misunderstandings about the battlefield... Anson, who was complaining in his heart, was about to say something when he was interrupted by another shaking sound from downstairs.

"Thugs! It's thugs!"

"Run quickly, it's going to explode again!"

"Don't hurt me, I really have no money!"

"My legs! My legs...oh no! Don't get away you thief, that's my wallet!"

"Fire brigade, someone go and call the community fire brigade over here!"

As if these movements were not lively enough, Boleyman Street, which was in chaos caused by explosions and thick smoke, was filled with crowd commotion and panic shouts.

"Well, you may have stopped using gas for a while." Looking at the increasingly thick black smoke outside, the old woman muttered:

"It might be a bit of a hassle, but young people should suffer a little bit, and it can save a lot of money - the gas bill in Bleman Street is not cheap."

No, I think what we should worry about most now is not the gas, but how long this house can last.

There was another sound, and Anson's body shook as the sofa took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound calmer:

"Um...I heard that there is a security company near Bolaiman Street that is jointly rented by residents and shops?"

"That's right, the good old security company; well-equipped, well-trained, considerate attitude, and most importantly, the price is very cheap - each resident only needs to pay three hundred silver coins a year to enjoy their services." The old woman nodded. His expression was not as mean as before:

"There are many former officers and retired soldiers in their company. If you are retired in the future, you can consider joining there. I heard that their treatment is quite good, and they are as dedicated as regular soldiers!"

You must have bought a lot of shares of this company... Anson thought to himself with a forced smile.

Soon... just a few minutes after the old woman finished speaking, a siren similar to that of a steam train station sounded on the side of Boleman Street.

Several heavy-duty carriages resembling the Guards style blocked the intersection, and dozens of "good old" security guards wearing red and blue uniforms and three-cornered hats, holding front-loading rifles, filed in from both ends of the street in neat formations. .

However, they neither maintained order in the rioting crowd nor immediately rushed to the cafe that was still burning during the explosion. Instead, they blocked the entire street nearby - almost half of the company's security guards were divided into two teams, one in front of the other. They formed a line formation and blocked the riot area in the center of the street.

"Everyone has it—line up!"

Loud shouts rang out in the street below, suddenly giving Anson a sense of absurd familiarity.

"Ready...fire!"

"boom--!!!!"

A uniform row of guns fired into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the choking smoke filled the entire street, and the restless screams and chaos immediately became much quieter.

The crowd who were still screaming and running around came to their senses immediately, nervously looking at the street security guards who had completed the second round of reloading - their well-trained movements and distinctive and eye-catching uniforms had an indescribable charm. of deterrence.

"It was just a warning, just a warning!"

"Everyone, stay calm! Stand where you are, our 'good old security company' will never harm any kind-hearted people of the kingdom, please stay calm!"

"All citizens of the kingdom who have identity documents or can find the signature of the guarantor, please leave from both sides of the street in an orderly manner; the rest of the people stand where they are. We have applied for a report to the Guards. Please stay safe before they take over the scene. Calm down and don’t leave the scene!”

Stabilizing emotions, controlling the scene, and evacuating irrelevant people...it is indeed well-trained.

Seeing that the commotion had gradually calmed down, Anson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

But why didn't anyone go to the cafe to put out the fire?

"How is it?" The old woman curled up on the sofa looked at Anson with a smile:

"It was my idea to hire this security company. Many residents were reluctant at first. After all, the cost of three hundred silver coins a year is not cheap... But now everyone sees the benefits."

"Having such a group of professionals can save everyone a lot of trouble. If you encounter a thief or robbery, you can entrust them to them. It is much more efficient and cheaper than hiring amateur private detectives."

"Yes, it does seem so." Anson agreed casually:

"But there must be at least a few hundred households and shops on this street. Is it really so easy to get everyone to pay the money? I mean, there are always one or two households that will delay paying, right? ?”

"If that's the case..."

Before the old woman could speak, the security guards shouted again from downstairs:

"Old John's Cafe has long been in arrears with the company's commissions, and has an arrogant attitude towards the salesmen who come to persuade them, and even uses excessive violence!"

"Today's accident is the most severe punishment the Ring of Order can give to such bad behavior of not keeping promises!"

"In addition, we have also received reports that the cafe was suspected of entertaining Old God believers, and have handed over the evidence and clues to the Guards, and they will investigate them in the near future!"

"All law-abiding citizens of the Kingdom and residents of Bolaiman Street must take this as a warning!"

The old woman looking out the window paused, then turned to look at Anson:

"Well, that happens every once in a while... every once in a while."

"..." Anson.

"I guess you don't want to rent this house anymore, right?"

"...Can it be cheaper?"