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

Compared with Thunder Castle, the winter in the Royal Capital is gloomier. The heavy fog that appeared in the early morning showed no sign of dissipating until 7:30; snowflakes were floating in the sky, and the streets were full of sewage.

It turned into mud all over the ground.

In the early morning, Braleman Street was as calm as if nothing had happened; hurried pedestrians, slow and crawling carriages, large and small shops, children selling fruits, flowers and newspapers... From early in the morning

It started to get noisy and noisy.

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

After the explosion, all that was left of the cafe was a charred ruin. Two heavily armed security guards stood outside the originally bustling shop. Two lines of slogans were written in conspicuous red paint on the wooden sign sealing the door -

"Timely payment of commissions is a responsibility to your family."

"Participating in Old God sect activities is seriously harmful to health."

That's so true... Looking at the two lines of slogans on the wooden sign, Anson, who had "personal experience", didn't even know how to complain.

"Oh, are you going out?"

A somewhat unfamiliar and mean voice sounded behind Anson, and he deliberately raised the tone a few times: "Leave my young sister alone to clean and clean the new house, and go ahead on your own... He really has the demeanor of a new generation of brothers."

Anson's body stiffened, he stood firm, turned around and looked at the slightly cloudy eyes that were facing him: "Good morning, I didn't expect you to get up so early."

"I would like to thank a certain gentleman who walked around the living room in the middle of the night for keeping me, an elderly man, refreshed all night." The old woman snorted rudely and wrapped the dark purple robe on her body.

Thin blanket:

"Are you going out?"

"Uh, let's go to Friedrichstrasse to do something."

Anson said a little embarrassed.

"Friedrich Street..." The old woman leaning against the door seemed to be stunned for a moment as she was caught in memories, but she quickly recovered:

"There's a cafe on that street that sells good tobacco. If you stop by when you come back, remember to bring some for me... If I don't smoke in this weather, my bones will hurt so much."

"no problem."

Anson replied simply: "What brand do you want?"

"No need... you just need to tell them that Mrs. Bogner asked for it, and they will understand." The old woman wrapped herself in the thin blanket again.

Oh, Mrs. Bognar wants it.

Wait...Bogner?!

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

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

"As a tenant, you don't even know the identity of the landlord, so you have to pay the rent for half a year in such a muddle. With such a careless brother like you, our little Lisa is really pitiful."

"I……"

"Okay, okay, go and get busy with your future and career, young man!" The irritable old woman waved her hands repeatedly: "I have to go make breakfast for dear little Lisa - and teach this child how to take care of herself by the way.

Myself, lest her brother accidentally spend her dowry one day!"

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the confused Anson was locked out of the door.

………………

An hour and a half later, the taxi slowly stopped on Friedrich Street; Anson, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, passed through the fifteen-meter-high stone arch and walked on the fine sand and soil towards the end of the sycamore avenue - Wang Family Military

Walk to the college's administrative building.

Walking into the foyer of the building, he asked the guard in charge of registration for the location of the room. Standing at the office door, Anson adjusted his clothes a little, took a long breath, and knocked gently on the door.

"Enter!"

"yes!"

Anson responded and opened the door, and a middle-aged man in a general's military uniform, sitting upright behind a desk, came into his sight.

"Who are you……"

"In the ninety-third year of the Saint's Calendar, the twenty-ninth class of graduates of the Royal Military Academy."

Quickly glancing at the nameplate on the table, Anson stood up straight with a "pop!" and beat his chest with his right hand: "Sniper Section Officer Cadet Anson Bach, long live our king!"

Teacher Erich, who frowned slightly, was startled, and instinctively stood up to return the greeting: "Erich Kiro, teacher of the Royal Military Academy, my king..."

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

"Wait...you're Anson Bach?!"

"……Yes."

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

"what is the problem……"

Teacher Erich, who was talking to himself, showed a very strange expression, and waved his hand towards Anson without saying anything: "Well, you close the door first and then sit down; if you want to drink something, I have dark beer and rum here.

"

"Lang..."

"Gee, I almost forgot you were from the Army—then let's drink stout!"

"..."

Anson quickly shut up, turned around, closed the door, and sat quietly on the chair.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the teacher who was sitting down threw a full glass of dark beer in front of Anson, and then stared at him without saying a word.

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 former teacher of this college and you, I am proud of your achievements; I have not seen the college's archives, but you should be the graduate with the highest military rank since the founding of the school."

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

Anson nodded slightly.

"That kid Ludwig Franz relied on his father to forcibly bypass the army and promote you from captain to lieutenant colonel, and won the siege of Thunder Castle that no one expected."

"The people in the army don't dare to do anything to the Archbishop's son, so they can only take it out on you - originally the college has arranged a position for you after graduation, and you will serve as a temporary recruit instructor in the fortress of the Eastern Province. You will be promoted to a full-time officer after half a year.

, transferred to the rear service department, now..."

Teacher Erich shook his head, but quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. You are here today probably for the diploma, right?"

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

"People from the Church of Order told me that the Army did not deliver the relevant documents to them, so now I can neither receive my previous nor my current military rank allowance - I need to issue a certification document."

"Well... this may be a bit troublesome, but I will try my best to find a solution." Teacher Erich frowned slightly.

"Ah, thank you very much!"

"There's nothing to thank you for. You are a cadet at the Military Academy. It is my job to handle the graduation and employment of cadets." At this point, Teacher Erich suddenly picked up his wine glass and smiled at Anson:

"What's more, you are still in the skirmisher department. Of course we have to protect our own people."

ah?

Anson, who was a little dazed in his heart, quickly picked up the wine glass, clinked the glass with Teacher Erich with gratitude on his face, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You came at a bad time today, otherwise I would have gone directly to find someone to issue a certificate for you right now." Putting down his wine glass, Teacher Erich said with some regret:

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

"It doesn't matter, I can afford to wait for now."

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

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Anson, who put down his wine glass, took out a pen and note from his jacket pocket - a good habit left over from his love of keeping 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 from outside the door that was suddenly pushed open behind him:
Chapter completed!