I Will Be The Crowned King

Almost as soon as the old woman's voice fell, there was a deafening roar from under the building, and the entire living room shook.

"...especially quiet?"

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

"That...is occasionally a little noisy, occasionally." The old man, who was holding the thin blanket tightly, said nonchalantly, and his thin body sank deeper on the sofa:

"The current mechanical devices, gas, etc., are not as strong and durable as those of a few decades ago; the ground floor of Bleiman Street is full of shops, and businessmen love bargains, so it's not surprising that there is a small movement..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, the sound of explosions sounded again, and the sky-high flames were also mixed with the screams of pedestrians and the howls of the injured; the muddy sewage and the garbage on the ground were sent to the sky and fell to the ground together with the dust.

Lisa, who was constantly being shaken by the house, danced on the sofa with excitement like when she was on a roller coaster for the first time.

"...Small movement?"

Anson looked back at the old woman, raised his right hand and pointed to the door of the cafe that flew into the sky outside the window.

"Don't make such a fuss young man, you're an army officer."

The old woman curled her lips indifferently, and wrapped the thin blanket around her body harder: "Compared to the rifles and cannons on the battlefield, this commotion must be a small scene!"

No, I think you may have some misunderstandings about the battlefield... An Sen, who was complaining in his heart, was about to say something when he was interrupted by a vibration from downstairs.

"Thug! It's a thug!"

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

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

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

"Fire brigade, who is going to call the fire brigade in the community!"

As if these movements were not lively enough, there were riots and panicked shouts on Bleiman Street, which was cluttered by explosions and thick smoke.

"Well, you probably haven't used gas for a while." Looking at the thicker and thicker black smoke outside, the old woman muttered:

"It can be a bit of a hassle, but young people deserve to suffer a bit and save a lot of money - gas bills on Bleiman Street are not cheap."

No, I think what we should be most worried about right now is not the gas, but how long the house will last.

There was another sound, and An Sen, whose body vibrated with the sofa, took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound calmer:

"That... I heard that there is a security company rented by residents and shops near Bleiman Street?"

"Yes, the good old security company; well-equipped, well-trained, attentive, and most importantly, very cheap - each resident pays only three hundred silver coins a year to enjoy their services." The old woman nodded. , the expression is not as mean as before:

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

You must have bought a lot of shares in this company... Anson, who barely smiled, thought to himself.

Soon... just a few minutes after the old woman's voice fell, a siren similar to that of a steam train station sounded on the roadside of Bleiman Street.

Several vehicles and heavy carriages resembling the style of the Guards blocked the intersection. Dozens of "good guys" in red and blue uniforms and triangular hats, holding front-loaded rifles, filed in neat formation from both ends of the street. .

However, they did not maintain order in the rioting crowd, nor did they immediately rush to the cafe that was still burning in the explosion, but blocked the entire street nearby - almost half of the security guards of the company were divided into two teams, one in front of the other. The latter formed a line formation, blocking the rioting area in the center of the street.

"All of them - line up!"

Loud shouts resounded in the street downstairs, and suddenly an absurd sense of familiarity rose in Anson's heart.

"Prepare...fire!"

"boom-!!"

A uniform row of guns fired salvos against the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the choking gunpowder smoke instantly filled the entire street, and the turbulent screams and chaotic sounds were immediately cleared up a lot.

The crowd who were still screaming and running around immediately came back to their senses and looked nervously at the street security guards who had completed the second round of reloading - well-trained movements and bright and eye-catching uniforms, with indescribable expressions. Deterrent.

"Just a warning, just a warning!"

"Everyone stay calm! Stand in place, our 'good man security company' will never hurt any kind-hearted people of the kingdom, please stay calm!"

"All the people of the kingdom who have proof of identity, or who can find the signature of their guarantor, please leave in an orderly manner from both sides of the street; the rest are standing in place, we have applied to the Guards for a report, and please keep them safe until they take over the scene. Calm down and don't leave the scene!"

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

Seeing that the riot had gradually subsided, An Sen raised his eyebrows a little unexpectedly.

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. At first, many residents were reluctant. After all, the cost of 300 silver coins a year is not cheap... But now everyone sees the benefits."

"Having such a group of professionals here can save you a lot of trouble; you can also entrust them with thieves or robbery, which is much more efficient and cheaper than hiring amateur private investigators."

"That's right, it looks like that." Anson casually echoed:

"But there are at least a few hundred households and shops on this street, can it really be so easy for everyone to take the initiative to pay - I mean, there will always be one or two households who will not pay, right? "

"If so..."

Before the old woman could speak, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com shouted from the security guards downstairs again:

"Old John's Cafe has long owed the company's commissions, and has been arrogant to the salesmen who came to persuade them, and even used extreme violence!"

"Today's accident is the most severe punishment by the Ring of Order for this kind of untrustworthy behavior!"

"In addition, we have also received reports that the cafe was suspected of entertaining believers of the old gods, and have handed over the evidence and clues to the guards, and they will be investigated in the near future!"

"All the law-abiding citizens of the kingdom and the residents of Boleyman Street, be sure to take this as a warning!"

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

"Well, it happens occasionally...occasionally."

"..." Anson.

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

"...Can it be cheaper?"