I Will Be The Crowned King

Although it was not the first time, when Anson held Lisa's hand and stood outside the "Alfred Tailor Shop", he couldn't help but feel a special discord.

Standing outside the shop door, he looked at this exquisite three-story building and the bustling Frederick Street behind him... Who would have thought that this was the weapons workshop of the Inquisition?

Or in the words of one of the lesser Inquisitors - "hiding a place that can blow up half of Clovis and burn the rest of the half-dangerous stuff"?

In other words, is it really suitable for such a place to be built in a downtown area, or is it because it is dangerous that it should be built here?

But these have nothing to do with his plan today - the reason why he came to this tailor shop is not only close enough, but mainly because he can buy clothes at cost price here.

Although the appearance of new textile machines and railway transportation have greatly reduced the price of fabrics and ready-made garments, it is still quite expensive to make a single suit of clothing; the cost of sewing and repairing clothing for the four seasons of the year is at least as much as rent, gas and water. Fairly expensive.

And that's just regular clothes, and it's even more expensive to switch to occasional gowns and fitted formals—of course, dresses and formalwear are expensive at all times.

Pushing open the door of the shop with the brass wind chimes, there is a faint smell of leather mixed with tobacco.

In the brightly lit room, colorful fabrics and satins are neatly stacked in the center, and there are rows of samples of various accessories against the walls: row upon row in the open lockers; Behind the counter, sat a red-haired girl with a newspaper in her hand and her feet on the counter.

She was wearing tight-fitting black trousers and a vest, the sleeves of her white shirt were rolled up to her elbows, but she buttoned every button well, and the top hat she was wearing crookedly was tied with a delicate bow ribbon.

"call-"

Just as Anson looked around and approached the counter, she jerked away the Clovis Facts that stood in front of her, and her shiny brown eyes looked at him with a surprised smile.

"Welcome, welcome to Alfred Tailor's shop!" The girl greeted enthusiastically, jumped up from the chair, and closed her hands with a "Clap!":

"Now... what do you need?!"

"Good afternoon, miss."

Anson smiled politely: "Is Mr. Alfred there?"

"I'm Mr. Alfred, the tailor of our shop!" The girl put her hands on her hips and raised her chest proudly.

"you?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The girl who felt that she was being suspicious picked up her shoulders, stood on tiptoe and looked at Anson: "I can't be called Alfred? Or am I not like a tailor?"

"But Cole Dorian told me..."

Anson was stunned for a moment... Yes, that second-class judge never seemed to say whether "Old Alfred" was a man or a woman!

"Cole Dorian?"

The girl who heard the name immediately widened her eyes and stared straight at Anson: "You, are you from the Inquisition?!"

This question is too complicated, and it takes more than 200,000 words to explain it in eighty-nine chapters... An Sen smiled and nodded calmly.

"You're looking for Alfre...what are you looking for me for?"

The girl suddenly became nervous.

"I...for some reason, I'm going to St. Isaac's College tonight to attend a banquet." After thinking for a while, Anson said calmly.

"So you need to immediately prepare a suitable outfit that won't look too eye-catching in social situations—and you only have an hour to prepare." The girl took his words, took off her top hat with her right hand and turned around, pointing behind her. the stairs:

"Upstairs left hand, dressing room No. 1 - wait a moment, within fifteen minutes, I will have a full and fitting dress ready for you."

Um? !

Anson was a little surprised: "Fifteen minutes... Are you sure?"

With the complexity of Clovis Kingdom's dress, fifteen minutes is at most just enough to change clothes.

"Of course, where do you think this is, and who do you think I am?" The girl blinked, proudly raising her smooth and round chin:

"I'm Alfred, and this is the weapons workshop of the Inquisition - compared to the countless crisis situations I've dealt with in the past, a well-fitting gown..."

At the moment when the girl's eyes fell inadvertently, her voice stopped abruptly.

She looked at Lisa who was standing beside Anson, her slightly enlarged pupils seemed to be flashing with some kind of strange light; the light controlled her body to jump out of the counter, like an adventurer rushing towards treasures towards Lisa She stretched out her hands; so much that Anson was taken aback by her speed, and it took half a beat to stop him.

"boom!"

One second before the girl was pierced by the bayonet in the head, Anson took the Borne rifle from Lisa's hand.

"Oh~~ who is this lovely lady?"

The girl who was unaware that she was missing the **** of death fell down in front of Lisa, her excited eyes flashing: "Such slender limbs... lush and fluffy hair... petite person... and the softness that is unique to a girl... cough cough Hey, what's your name?"

"Li, Lisa!"

"Oh~~ what color skirt does the cute little Lisa like? Orange, indigo, light yellow?" The girl said happily, interrupting Lisa who was about to speak:

"It's ok, don't tell me the answer; my sister has hundreds of accessories and fabrics here, and we can go to locker room one and have vanilla tea and apple pie while discussing what kind of little princess to make you into !"

"Vanilla tea? Apple pie?!"

"Oh~ you like these too, don't you? I know that all attractive girls have the same mind. When I prepare a dress for you, I can also tell you my exclusive formula..."

"Cough cough cough...!"

Looking at the girl who was getting more and more excited and Lisa who had been attracted by the apple pie, Anson who had been hanging by the side had to quickly interrupt, coughing heavily.

"Don't remind me, I won't forget my customer... This gentleman." The girl stood up lazily, and couldn't wait to say:

"Excuse me, who is this lovely Miss Lisa...sister?"

"…Yes."

"I knew it!" The girl snapped her fingers with a "crack!", and then bowed to Anson with a hat:

"Please don't worry, bet on my grandfather's reputation. Just give me forty-five minutes, and the lovely Miss Lisa will become the most dazzling darling of tonight's banquet!"

"Okay, then thank you very much."

Anson nodded, glanced at Lisa, who had begun to swallow, and suddenly thought of a somewhat serious question:

"…what about me?"

The smiling girl pointed to the stairs:

"Go upstairs and turn left, the innermost locker room No. 8 - where there is a complete set of dresses prepared to size, go and choose whatever you like."

"As for you, lovely Miss Lisa, please come with me; I have had a lot of inspiration just now! How about a long dress made of golden silk, with lace? Or do you prefer I like bright red velvet, paired with a classic imperial dress, which is also a very popular design in recent years..."

Looking at the impatient back of the girl, An Sen, who was left hanging on the spot, stood there for a while, and then walked up the stairs alone at the back, and found the number eight she said in the unlit corner at the end of the corridor. locker room.

In the Kingdom of Clovis, the dresses worn on formal occasions are not only for the appearance of dignified appearance, but more importantly to show the status and class; scholars have to put on luxurious academic gowns, and nobles have to wear family crests and gems in line with the title. With satin, ladies need to be as polished as possible, rich businessmen need to keep up with trends…

The so-called "putting on all your belongings" is sometimes not an exaggerated description.

According to Anson's current status, he should order a military dress and one-shoulder cape a few months in advance, and if it is an important occasion, prepare a ribbon that matches the military rank... Make sure that others can understand his identity from the clothes.

But tonight, no matter what reason Archbishop Luther was looking for, Anson didn't intend to be recognized at a glance, so he chose a blue double-breasted three-piece suit, which looked stable enough and warm enough.

Although it is unknown in which hall of St. Isaac's College the banquet was held, there are several "former Anson" memories without heating and fireplaces.

After changing into the dress, Anson packed up the "accessories" on his lower body by the way - the bayonet was hidden in the left cuff, the baked blue dagger was placed inside the boot, the judge's whistle was placed inside the jacket, the "anonymous glasses" were placed in the left pocket of the vest, the "steam pipe" "Put it in the right pocket, the "Brewer's Ring" is worn on the pinky finger of the left hand, the "dagger" and another revolver are hidden under the armpits on both sides, and they are all full of bullets.

Ansen also found a somewhat old cane sword from the corner of the dressing room; after weighing it a little, he played a sword flower with satisfaction.

Sophia's letter didn't mention the reason for the dinner, but Anson wouldn't think that Archbishop Luther was just treating himself to dinner.

Packing up his clothes and putting on a top hat, Anson pushed the door to leave the locker room; just as he went out, the locker room door at the other end of the corridor was also opened almost at the same time.

As the darkened door was pushed open, the warm gas light poured from overhead on Lisa's dazed and somewhat embarrassed face.

She is wearing a black and white pleated skirt, a small round top hat slightly over her small head, simple lace matching knee-high white stockings and magenta dancing shoes, plus a velvet ribbon on the chest, not only looks very good Cute and dashing, like a butterfly that will fly away at any time.

The little girl stood under the gas lamp, staring at him with big emerald green eyes, looking at him so nervously that her cheeks were slightly blushing.

Anson was stunned.

It's not because of how amazing or cute it is, but because it's abrupt.

It was so abrupt that it seemed like everything was supposed to be like this.

From Fort Thunder to Clovis City, I did try my best to protect this little girl, let her be fed and clothed, and have a place to live; but I never seem to have really considered her thoughts, let alone let her experience it. A girl of this age should be happy.

Little dresses, dolls, dancing, poetry, painting…

"How about it, is it so amazing that you can't even close your chin?!"

The seamstress "Alfred" walked out of the dressing room with akimbo, and raised her chin proudly: "I dare to say that even the dinner at the Royal Palace of Osteria will never be cuter than us. Little Lisa is so cute!"

Looking at Lisa who was struggling to endure the smile, Anson nodded: "Very good, I'm very satisfied... Well, how much does it cost for the two of us?"

"No amount of gold can compare with real art!" The seamstress said righteously:

"Of course, we still have to recover some of the costs - the clothes you are wearing are the old style of the ninety-seventh year of the saint's calendar, the work of last winter; I will calculate it for you at the depreciated price of the ready-made clothes, plus the cane sword... Uh... even if you have nine gold coins."

"As for our lovely Lisa... bowler hat, velvet bow, cotton socks, little leather shoes, silk lace skirt and idiosyncratic hand lace, tulle on cuffs and collar... well... for Lisa's cuteness, even if Forty-four gold coins, you qualified brother, can't be less!"

Seeing her seemingly determined look, Anson, who touched her wallet, hesitated for a second, then nodded: "Okay, it sounds reasonable."

"Of course it's reasonable. I-I only earned the price of two of your ready-to-wear!" The seamstress said very distressed.

Without saying anything more, Anson handed the money to the seamstress, took Lisa's little hand, turned and left the Alfred Tailor's shop, and got into the taxi that had been waiting outside.

On the galloping carriage, Lisa, who supported the seat with both hands, put her feet together, lowered her head and looked at Anson secretly from time to time, her cheeks that were reluctant to speak were stained with a touch of pink.

"What's the matter, Lisa?" Anson asked softly:

"Is there anything else you want, but don't know how to say?"

Lisa, who was asked, was stunned, and nodded hesitantly.

Looking at her lovely expression, Anson couldn't help but burst into laughter. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Sure enough... no matter what their background, girls are girls after all. They like beautiful clothes, sweets and dolls. It is innate nature; once you touch them, it is impossible to refuse them again.

"It's okay, let's talk." Anson encouraged: "You know... As long as it is a reasonable request, I will not refuse it."

"Then..." She raised her head abruptly and looked at Anson cautiously, her clear eyes revealing a little grievance:

"Then if Lisa promises...then she won't point the gun at others easily...Anson...can you give the gun back to Lisa?"

"..." Anson Bach.

With a blank face, he took the Borny rifle from behind and handed it to him. Excited Lisa grabbed the rifle and held it in her arms, as happy as she got a beloved doll.

The fast-galloping carriage drove someone's inner yearning for innocence and purity to St. Isaac's College in the dark night.

There are still two hours before the banquet begins.