I Will Be The Crowned King

The tavern owner was taken aback by Carlin Jacques' words, and he stared blankly at the guy in front of him who was drinking stout beer and taking a plate of garlic sausage from the cabinet:

"What do you mean, 'provided there is such a country at that time'... What news have you heard?"

"I don't know anything, I haven't heard any news - it's just a matter of money." Carin Jacques smiled, eating freshly baked black bread with cheese and garlic sausage:

"The little unlucky **** in the box alerted several 'big men' in the upper floors of Clovis City; they didn't want to see such a fly from Carindia buzzing around, and they didn't want to get their hands dirty so... They're going to get a professional to deal with him."

He pointed to his chest with his greasy right finger: "I'm a professional."

"Big man, what big man?" The tavern owner was taken aback and grabbed the plate from Carin Jacques:

"Why, there's more than one?!"

"Again, I don't know anything." Carin Jacques rolled his eyes again: "Even for this job, people didn't find me directly, but a relative of me as an intermediary - you know it too, that is My cousin who likes to draw."

"Like drawing... David, David Jacques?"

The tavern owner was stunned for a moment, and a certain scrawny, ragged, but bright-eyed young man appeared in his mind. He often said words like "dream", "future", "art" that he didn't understand at all.

The reason why I have an impression is that this young man often does not have enough to eat, and occasionally comes to eat and drink at his place. After a long time, he will pay his bills by doing chores for himself. He is honest and diligent.

"He got rich?"

"Well, he now paints the Franz family's eldest lady, and his salary is equal to that of a lecturer in the academy; he is also invited as a guest at the salon every month, and the guests are all rich family daughters and aristocratic young masters." Carlin Jacques said it was a little proud:

"Have you heard of that "Storm Master Climbing the Dawn Ice Peak", the reserve price at the auction is several thousand gold coins - he painted it!"

The tavern owner didn't care about his boasting, his eyes widened in surprise:

"So... Sophia Franz she..."

"Last time, I don't know anything!"

Carlin Jacques, whose face suddenly turned cold, interrupted, biting the "sausage sandwich" in his hand fiercely, and staring at the tavern owner:

"You! It's better not to know... For your own sake."

The tavern owner turned pale in an instant, twitched his throat in fright, and pursed his mouth tightly, not daring to say any more.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, and there was only two people eating and drinking in the quiet kitchen.

"...So what are you going to do next?"

After shutting his mouth for ten minutes, the tavern owner who watched Carin Jacques's fullness couldn't help chasing after him: "Even if it's a job given by others, you lied to him so hard, and he won't come back by then. looking for you?"

"Of course, so I will hide for a while - Cole Dorian, the head of Clovis's trial office, seems to be planning to do something recently, and I have to find a way to cut off with a few old customers in the past, so as not to be implicated. "

Karin Jacques spread out his hands with a helpless expression: "You know, it's easy to be misunderstood by people who do my business, thinking that what we're doing is a heinous and forbidden business, a cultist who believes in old gods."

"But in fact, we are just middlemen, buying low and selling high, and earning a little bit of hard work to run errands. Except that we don't pay taxes and are no different from serious businessmen - I often sneak money into the church donation box!"

"That's right, just like I always have to pour water into a wine barrel." The tavern owner agreed:

"They all say I'm a profiteer, but if I don't do this, how can the poor **** afford it?! They really think I like doing this, sneaking around and still half-dead - obviously for their sake, but also to be pointed by them. point!"

"Yeah, it's not easy to do anything."

Carin Jacques nodded seriously, then glanced at his glass: "You didn't fill this with water, did you?"

The tavern owner hesitated: "Did you drink it out?"

"No." Carin Jacques shook his head: "To be honest, it's pretty good."

Tavern owner: "...Yes, that's my exclusive recipe."

Carin Jacques suddenly realized and drank happily.

"I plan to live in Baihu Park for a while. You'd better go out and hide, close the pub or sell it."

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Carin Jacques wiped his mouth and said, "That little unlucky **** can't find me then, he will definitely come to you - it's not that you can't believe it, but that you can't expose it easily."

"Closed?!" The tavern owner said in surprise and anger:

"Then what am I going to do next?"

"It's simple, go to the inner city to reopen a store." Carin Jacques said of course:

"Don't start a pub, this kind of store can't make a lot of money; open a cafe, a cake shop or a restaurant near a commercial street, it's not enough to have a place with many people, it has to be a place where people are willing to spend money. "

"It's really impossible to find two imperial chefs with decent craftsmanship to prepare a few high-end dishes that are particularly unsuitable for the Clovis people's taste. The food only needs to be eaten, but the coffee, wine, and tobacco must be good; the decoration must be exotic. Style, waiters need to understand imperial etiquette - go to circuses and small theaters, there are girls and boys who are good at pretending to be foreigners!"

"If everything goes well, as long as you have two or three old customers, your income in the future will be two or three times what you are now!"

"But I don't want to start a cafe or some high-end restaurant on a commercial street!" The tavern owner shook his head, with a look of surprise:

"I just want to open a lively and lively tavern, with dozens or hundreds of guests drinking from dawn to dawn every day!"

"But it's very tiring." Karin Jacques frowned: "Your schedule is almost on the same level as a factory worker."

"It doesn't matter, I've gotten used to it for so many years."

"There are always so many guests, and you don't find it difficult to prepare or clean up—and the gang of gamblers who like to make trouble, the drunkards, the tenants who never leave?"

"It's okay, I like them."

"real?"

"Really! I like liveliness. Life is fun if it's noisy and tired. Those guests, in fact, I treat them as friends."

"But then you can earn more."

"Life is not just about making money, it's more important!"

"for example?"

"For example, as long as my pub is not closed, the workers in the nearby factories will always have a leisure place where they can get together after get off work; this makes me think that it makes sense for me to open this pub..."

"Then what if I give you five thousand gold coins?"

"This has nothing to do with money... um, what did you say?"

"I said I would give you five thousand gold coins to open a new store in the inner city."

"…"

In the quiet back kitchen, the tavern owner stood up silently, picked up a pipe and lit it expressionlessly, and after a long silence he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Actually, I have always had a dream, which is to open a cake shop."

Carin Jacques thought about it carefully: "But cake shops are generally not very lively."

"It's okay, I figured it out." The tavern owner was smoking a pipe, his eyes full of happiness: "After so many years of hard work, it's time to relax."

"Also make more money." Karin Jacques nodded:

"But it doesn't make so much sense to open a pub, does it?"

"No, quite the opposite!"

The tavern owner immediately corrected: "The cake shop is a place where happiness is spread, so that every customer who comes to the door can reap happiness and joy. How can you say that it is meaningless?"

"Besides, who are the customers of the cake shop? Children, is there anything more meaningful in this world than making children happy?"

"No more." Carin Jacques took out the envelope with the check from his arms:

"But if you go to run a cake shop, the workers around here will soon..."

"For the sake of the children, sacrifice is necessary." The tavern owner said sternly:

"All the costs and pains are borne by adults, children have the right to a happy and happy childhood - what do you think?"

"I think what you said is very reasonable and particularly convincing."

Carlin Jacques nodded and handed the envelope to the tavern owner: "By the way, the little unlucky guy in the box also asks you, he will stay with you for a week, you will kick him out after a week, and then take this place as soon as possible. deal with it."

"No problem, wrap it on me!"

The tavern owner patted his chest and quietly stuffed the envelope into his arms: "If he wants to find you then, how should I tell him?"

"Uh…"

Carin Jacques, who was about to turn and leave, stopped, turned his back to the tavern owner and fell into contemplation.

He thought about it seriously for a minute, then turned his head to look behind him, and there seemed to be 10,000 scenes flashing across his pupils:

"That's what you told him..."

…………

"So, didn't I tell you all?!"

In a room outside the Clovis Privy Council, an emotional young man shouted to the two Whitehall police officers in front of him: "I'm not a fake liar, I'm the real Carindian messenger, really!"

Facing the apparently unstable young man, the two police officers exchanged glances quickly, nodded in agreement, and then the policeman sitting on the left spoke first:

"That...cough, sir, don't get excited."

"How could I not be excited!" The young man was annoyed:

"Today is a big day for me to meet His Majesty Carlos II. If it was you, would you be excited?!"

"I'm also excited, but no matter how excited you are now, the guards in the Privy Council will not let you in." The policeman laughed twice:

"They'll call us over, and it's lunch time, and we're just--off topic, uh...you...you're the Carindian messenger?"

"Yes!"

"Is there any evidence?"

"…lost."

"Oh...then do you know any MPs?"

"Viscount Bogner, he promised to help me!"

"Yes, we've checked this, and he's not in the Privy Council—anyone else?"

"there is none left."

The young man was a little dejected, but he was still stubborn: "But I'm really the messenger of Carindia, and I'm going to see His Majesty Carlos II today!"

"Yes, we believe in you, really!"

The policeman nodded solemnly, and secretly glanced at his colleague next to him.

According to a "very experienced" old policeman who once reminded them that this "patient" is extremely stubborn, don't argue with him, otherwise it will be useless to put him in jail - and it will waste their budget .

"What do you think?" The policeman said tentatively:

"It is half past one in the afternoon, and the Privy Council will meet in an hour; if Viscount Bogner has indeed raised this matter, the Privy Council will certainly send someone to find you; we can send you a special car in Whitehall Street, so that With us, you can also avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Young people's eyes are bright, this is indeed a good way.

"I agree!"

"That's it!" The two police chiefs breathed a sigh of relief, finally having time for lunch.

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open, and a young man with a short ponytail walked in suddenly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com nervous expression.

"What did you say?!" The policeman's expression changed instantly.

"Really, this is the news that has just been sent, and the Privy Council has only received it now - and it has already been published!" The short ponytail stammered nervously:

"When I went to Ke, I happened to come across a newspaper delivering newspapers to the Privy Council. He told me directly that several major newspapers were all crazy, and they were printing them temporarily!"

"What's up?"

The young Carindian messenger stared blankly at the three policemen who were suddenly excited, and couldn't help but say, "Is it related to me?"

At that moment, three pairs of embarrassed eyes turned to him at the same time.

"Ahem...Sir, I remember you said you were... a messenger from Carinthia?"

"Yes."

"Carindia... is also part of Fargod territory, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right." The young man blinked:

"What's up?"

"It's nothing." The three policemen shook their heads at the same time, and the smiles on their faces became even more embarrassing:

"We're just trying to say...you might have...er...wasted a trip today."

"Um?"

The young man frowned and his expression became even more confused: "What do you mean by running for nothing?"

"that is…"

Before the police could finish speaking, the childish screams of newsboys could be heard outside:

"Outside the number! Outside the number! The empire has invaded the vast land and has captured Carindia!"

"Outside the number! Outside the number! The Grand Duke of Thun, Claude Francois, announced the unification of the vast land, crowned the king, and declared war on the empire!"

"Outside! Outside! Anson Bach, deputy commander of the Southern Legion, announced his support for the unification of Hantu, and promised to fight side by side with Hantu to the end and defeat the imperial invaders!"

"Outside the number! Outside the number!..."

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