I Will Be The Crowned King

After a sleepless night, he ate some cold dry bread to satisfy his hunger, and prepared breakfast for Lisa, who was still sleeping, Anson put on his coat and got up to go out.

Compared with Lei Mingbao, the winter in the capital is more gloomy. From the fog that appeared in the early morning to 7:30, there was no sign of it going to disperse; snowflakes floated in the sky, and the streets were flowing with sewage. turned into muddy ground.

In the early morning, Bleiman Street was as calm as if nothing had happened; pedestrians walking in a hurry, wriggling carriages, shops of all sizes, children selling fruits, flowers and newspapers... From early in the morning Start to make noise.

Everyone seems to have forgotten the explosions and riots that happened yesterday, and they are still living their lives in an orderly manner as usual, as if they have long been accustomed to all this.

After the explosion, only a piece of scorched ruins remained in the cafe. There were two heavily armed security guards standing outside the originally bustling shop. The wooden sign that sealed the door was written with two lines of slogans in conspicuous red paint—

"Paying the commission on time is the responsibility of your family."

"Participation in Old God activities is seriously harmful to health."

It's so right... Looking at the two-line slogan on the wooden sign, An Sen, who has "personal experience", doesn't even know how to complain.

"Oh, are you going out?"

A somewhat unfamiliar and mean voice sounded behind An Sen, and deliberately raised the tone a few times: "Leave the young sister to clean up the new house alone, and go to the future... It really has the demeanor of a new generation of brothers."

An Sen, whose body was stiff, stood up and turned to look at the slightly cloudy eyes that were against him: "Good morning, I didn't expect you to get up so early."

"Thank you to a gentleman who walked around in the living room in the middle of the night, and gave me a good night's spirit as an elderly man." The old woman snorted rudely, wrapping herself in the dark purple Thin blanket:

"Are you going out?"

"Well, go to Friedrichstraße and do something."

Anson was a little embarrassed.

"Fredericks Street..." The old woman leaning against the door seemed to be lost in memory and stunned for a moment, but soon returned to her original state:

"There's a coffee shop on that street with good tobacco. If you drop by when you come back, remember to bring some for me... I don't smoke in this ghost weather, and my bones hurt badly."

"no problem."

An Sen replied simply: "What brand do you want?"

"No need... just tell them it's Mrs. Bogner's, and they'll understand." The old woman wrapped the thin blanket around her again.

Oh, Mrs. Bogner wanted it.

Wait... Bogner? !

Anson looked at the old woman in surprise: "You are Mrs. Bogner, and the Viscount Bogner is..."

"My ex-husband." The old woman with the corners of her mouth curled up and snorted coldly:

"As a tenant, I don't even know the identity of the landlord, so I just paid half a year's rent in such a confused way; with a careless brother like you, our little Lisa is really pitiful."

"I……"

"Okay, okay, get busy with your future and career, young man!" The irritable old woman waved her hands again and again: "I have to go make breakfast for my dear little Lisa - by the way, teach this child how to take care of himself. Oneself, lest one day her brother accidentally spends her dowry!"

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, An Sen, with a dazed face, was locked out of the door.

………………

An hour and a half later, the rental carriage slowly stopped at Frederick Street; Anson, who was a little depressed, passed through the fifteen-meter-high stone arch, and stepped on the fine sand and soil to the end of the plane tree-lined avenue - Wang Jiajun Go to the institution building of the college.

Walking into the lobby of the building, he inquired about the location of the room from the guard in charge of registration. Standing at the door of the office, An Sen slightly tidied up his clothes, took a long breath, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Enter!"

"Yes!"

An Sen, who answered, pushed open the door, and a middle-aged man dressed in a military uniform and sitting behind his desk came into his sight.

"You are……"

"In the ninety-third year of the saint's calendar, the twenty-ninth graduate of the Royal Military Academy."

Quickly glanced at the nameplate on the table, Ansen stood up straight with a "crack!", pounding his chest with his right hand: "Ansen Bach, officer cadet of the Skirmish Division, long live my king!"

The slightly frowned teacher Erich was slightly startled, and instinctively got up and returned the salute: "Erich Kiro, teacher of the Wang Family Military Academy, my king Wan..."

Before he finished speaking, the teacher who suddenly noticed something suddenly raised his head:

"Wait... are you Anson Bach?!"

"……Yes."

Looking at the other party's stunned appearance, An Sen felt a little uncomfortable: "Is there any problem?"

"what is the problem……"

The teacher Erich, who was talking to himself, showed a very strange expression, and waved to Anson before saying anything: "In this way, you close the door first and then sit down; if you want to drink something, I have dark beer and rum here. "

"Long..."

"Gee, I almost forgot you're from the Army - let's have a stout then!"

"..."

Anson, who quickly shut up, turned around to close the door, and sat quietly on a chair.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the seated teacher smashed a full glass of dark beer in front of Anson, and then stared at him silently.

This sudden situation made Anson feel a little nervous.

"Excuse me……"

"Anson Bach... I really don't know what to say." Teacher Erich interrupted again with great confusion:

"As a faculty member of this academy and your former faculty, I am proud of your achievements; I have not seen the archives of the academy, but you should be the graduate with the highest rank since the establishment of the school."

"But on the other hand, you've got yourself into a big trouble—you know what I mean?"

Anson nodded slightly.

"That kid Ludwig Franz, relying on his father forcibly bypassed the army and promoted you from captain to lieutenant colonel, won the siege of Fort Thunder, which everyone disliked."

"The people of the army dare not do anything to the son of the archbishop, so they can only vent their anger at you - the college has already arranged a post-graduation position for you, to serve as a temporary recruit instructor in the fortress in the eastern province, and then turn into a regular after half a year. , transferred to the rear service department, and now..."

Teacher Erich shook his head, but quickly changed the subject: "Stop talking about this, you should be here today for the graduation certificate, right?"

"And my officer allowance." Anson nodded and said:

"The people at the Church of Order told me that the Army didn't deliver the relevant documents to them, so I can't get the stipend of my previous or current rank now - I need to issue a supporting document."

"Well... it might be a little troublesome, but I'll try my best to find a way." Teacher Erich frowned slightly.

"Ah, thank you so much!"

"There is nothing to thank you for, you are a student of the Military Academy, and it is my job to handle the graduation and inauguration of the students." Speaking of which, Teacher Erich suddenly raised his glass and smiled at Anson:

"What's more, you are still in the Skirmish Division. Of course we have to cover our own people."

Ah?

Anson, who was a little dazed in his heart, hurriedly picked up the glass~www.readwn.com~ with a face full of gratitude, he touched the glass with Teacher Erich and drank it.

"It's not a good time for you to come today, otherwise I can go directly to someone to issue a certificate for you." Putting down the glass, Teacher Erich said with some regret:

"Because of the war with the Empire, a large number of documents and resumes that have not been transferred have been backlogged in the academy; everyone is busy, and they have to find a way to borrow people from the church academy to help!"

"It doesn't matter, I can wait for the time being."

"Okay, you leave your address, and I'll send it to you directly when I'm ready."

The two chatted again. Anson, who put down the wine glass, took out a pen and a note from his jacket pocket—a good habit left by his love for writing a diary—and handed his address in White Lake Park to Teacher Erich.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, a familiar voice sounded outside the door that was suddenly pushed open behind him:

"Anson?"