I will be crowned king

In the narrow attic, Anson was holding a copy of the "Clovis Truth" sitting next to the "whirring" drafty window; the candlestick on the table kept swaying in the cold wind, reflecting the flickering light on the newspaper. The shadow is enough to drive any reader crazy.

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

At night, Boleyman Street is no longer as lively as it was during the day. On the empty street, you can only see the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing by, scavengers in tattered clothes and children who are still shouting at passers-by selling leftover fruit.

On the cold and windy street, three ragged men used the garbage and wood they picked up to make a fire outside the ruins of Old John's Cafe by the weak light of the roadside gas lamp.

They wore old hats rummaged from the trash can, and wrapped most of their faces with the collars of their coats. They shivered in the cold wind around the weak flames, breathed into the palms of their hands, and walked everywhere along the roadside. Visible homeless people are no different.

Well, if he didn't look towards the roof from time to time, it would be more like... Anson closed his eyes tightly, and reflected in his mind the cheeks of the three Guardsmen pretending to be homeless, with a slightly proud smile. Lift the corners of your mouth.

As guessed at the beginning, it was impossible for the Guards to let go of this clue of theirs; the purpose of the so-called "routine inquiry" was to arouse their vigilance - if "Anson Bach" and "Draco Weir" "Tes" is really a group, so after being exposed, they will take action no matter what.

It's not impossible for him to even take the initiative to seek help from a chatty novelist in panic... They probably had such extravagant hopes.

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

Ten minutes later, the two "tramps" seemed to finally be able to bear the cold. They stood up holding their shoulders and walked towards the other end of the street.

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

It's him?

Anson, who looked slightly surprised, "looked" at the familiar hooked nose under the brim of his hat, and half of his face became swollen.

On the empty street, the howling cold wind became more and more fierce; the hook-nosed officer wrapped in a ragged coat pulled tightly on his collar, took out a crumpled cigarette from his coat pocket, and lit the bonfire blown by the cold wind. Lit the cigarette butt.

The misty smoke flew with the strong wind and poured into the chest from the corner of the bleeding mouth, which seemed to relieve the pain of the aquiline nose, and even the body shivering in the cold wind became much warmer.

What a stubborn guy... Looking at the other party's determined look, Anson couldn't help but sigh, which touched his heart a little.

Although the two of them seemed to be on hostile sides because of the same chatty novelist, in fact, what grudge did he have against him? It's all just to do their best to survive in this cold and realistic world.

At this point, I am the same as him.

Thinking of this, Anson stood up from his chair with a silent sigh, took a dummy that had been prepared before, and fixed the newspaper on the dummy's hand.

Well, since this guy is so persistent, let him continue on the path he insists on - the specially obtained extended candle is enough to burn for one night.

Anson, who was almost moved by himself, nodded with satisfaction, hummed a little tune and turned around to leave the attic.

………………

Although it was very late, Mrs. Bogner, who was skilled in cooking, prepared a whole table of delicacies in a very short time: grilled sausages with sauce, apple pie, cream fish pie, spicy soup and a A whole roasted chicken...Except for the lack of alcoholic beverages, it was as sumptuous as a banquet.

Seeing Mrs. Bogner bringing out plates of steaming food one after another from the empty kitchen like a magic trick, Anson felt for the first time that the apartment he rented, which was much more expensive than the surrounding ones, was a real thing. Excellent value for money.

Of course, the price is that he pays for all the ingredients - which is still a bit painful for Anson, who has not yet solved the subsidy issue and can only live on the thousand gold coins given by Ludwig.

However, compared with the countryside in Thunder Castle or even Oak Town, Clovis City, as the royal capital, is not only rich in various ingredients, but also much cheaper; as long as you have a shop or operate an industry, you can have a stable income. , an ordinary family of five can also enjoy a sumptuous dinner of four courses and hot soup.

But at the same time, some things were simply ridiculously expensive: a small piece of cake cost two and a half silver coins, and a pound of fine tobacco sold for five silver coins.

Even the landlord Mrs. Bogner, who holds several profitable stocks in her hands, will only go to the restaurant four times in half a year and make two new clothes at the tailor shop.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner, the three satisfied people sat around the dining table, enjoying the last peace before going to bed.

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

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

Mrs. Bogner, who looked relaxed, leaned lazily on the chair, and the corners of her mouth, which were smoking a pipe, were slightly raised with pride: "Ah... this is mainly because of my ex-husband."

Anson nodded, this was basically his guess.

Although Mrs. Bogner has divorced her husband, Viscount Bogner will specially introduce tenants to her, so the relationship between the two must still exist.

When Anson went out during the day, he also got to know him a little bit. Viscount Bogner not only had seats in the Privy Council and the Railway Committee, he was also a shareholder of a logistics company in Clovis, and he also had an influential newspaper under his name.

Even the Guards probably wouldn't dare to have such a wealthy and influential old noble...

"…and my ex-husbands."

Um? !

Anson's figure swayed and he almost fell off the chair without reacting.

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

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

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

"But those were all many years ago. Things and people have changed over the decades, and even the memory has become faint. Except for that bastard who is still reluctant to leave me but doesn't dare to come to the door because of his identity, he deserves to go to hell. Besides, I’ve forgotten what the others look like.”

"All that's left are the memories of grand dances, sweet dinners, and walks in the fountain garden."

"Oh, and the house."

"house?"

Unable to hold back, Anson blurted out.

"Every time I get married, I will ask my husband to buy me an apartment on Boleyman Street as a testimony of eternal love." Mrs. Bogner puffed away her smoke, her voice as soft as the evening breeze in the midnight harbor:

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

“So remember my lesson, dear little Lisa—real estate cannot buy true love.”

"..." Anson.