He persuaded, "Chris, have you said that the publishing houses we founded are not only for the nobles, but also for the civilians?"

"This place itself is the edge of a commercial gathering area and is not too far from the market. At the same time, it is also very close to major civilian neighborhoods. It is also very convenient to publish low-cost and volume publications."

Before coming here, they had inspected three addresses in detail.

To be honest, Wien felt very tired.

【Love someone, you will want to be with her all the time.】

——The above conditions are not valid when shopping.

These places have their own benefits, aren’t they the same where you choose?!

Destroy, hurry up, tired.

He didn't know what the fun was to pick and choose like this.

For example, when he buys clothes by himself, he always gives money directly if he likes them. He pays money with one hand and delivers the goods with the other hand, and he can't even bargain.

So every time he goes home to go shopping with his old mother when he has time, he always wants to find a place to sit down and play with his cell phone after about ten minutes.

Unexpectedly... Even after traveling through time, I still can't escape such torture.

At the advice of everyone, Chris's attitude finally shook a little.

"Then, let's go down and have a look!"

As he said this, the carriage turned over and stopped in front of a relatively delicate second-story house.

Wien walked out of the carriage first, then turned around, and skillfully led Chris down.

Standing on the flat ground, the two felt the brilliant sunshine and the gentle breeze that blew from time to time.

"Oh..." Chris sighed, "I would have known the magic of wind."

Wien suddenly laughed and was about to ask her if she wanted to make a human-made electric fan.

However, as the words were about to blurt out, his heart trembled and he endured it with difficulty.

——There is no electric fan in this world.

Even if I can occasionally pick up her jokes, it is only limited to the little jokes she has involved in.

On such a major issue, no mistake can be made.

Chris glanced at him strangely, "Why are you laughing at?"

In the flash of lightning, Wien found an excuse in time.

"Actually, I think I would be fine if I could learn the magic of wind."

"uh-huh?"

Kris Ribbon looked a little suspicious, waiting for his next sentence.

"That way... in summer, won't Chris beside me?" he said with a smile.

So, Chris immediately showed a somewhat indescribable expression.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke.

"Wynn..."

"Um?"

"Next time, can you stop saying such things?"

She said softly, her eyes didn't seem to want to contact Vanne, but instead avoided the other side.

Wien couldn't help but be stunned, not quite understanding what she meant.

"What?"

"No need to say such...sweet words, I know you like me," she said.

Hearing such an abnormal request, Wien was confused.

However, this short gap obviously did not give him the opportunity to continue asking questions.

The carriage drove aside and was about to lean on the side of the road for a while.

Karen and Stefanie got off the bus from the other direction walked up the low steps and knocked on the closed door of the double-storey building.

Before waiting for a long time, the door was opened by an old servant tremblingly.

"What are the guests?" He seemed a little dizzy in his eyes, his slightly hunched back was stretching forward, wanting to look more clearly at the appearance of several uninvited guests.

Stefanie took a step forward skillfully. "We are from the Winchet Family Chamber of Commerce. I heard that your owner wanted to transfer this place, so I came to consult."

She explained the purpose of several people and showed a certificate of qualification issued by the City Guard and another badge of the Wenche Chamber of Commerce.

As the center of the entire Kingdom of Saint-Lornes, the royal city is naturally the most severe place in this country.

Although the kingdom generally does not refuse the movement of people, there are various management methods that limit different groups of people for anyone who comes here.

Commercial activities like this must pass qualification review before they are formally carried out. Otherwise, the City Guard will act according to the rules and let those who violate the laws of the Kingdom feel the iron fist from the organs.

In a sense, this is also one of the privileges of the nobles of the royal capital.

After all, as long as the great nobles are guaranteed, the qualification review can be greatly released.

As for the power of the Wenche family, this kind of thing can be obtained as much as you want, but their family does not value money very much, so they have never provided external guarantees or used it to make money.

The old servant looked at it hard, and his face suddenly appeared.

"It turns out that the distinguished guest is here."

He moved out of his position and welcomed several people into the room.

The space inside is quite large, but perhaps due to the narrow windows, heavy curtains, poor lighting conditions, it looks very dim.

Even if the vision is not clear, it can be seen that the decorations around are very shabby, and it doesn't look like the pompous appearance that a noble should have.

Previously, according to the information of the city guard, the real owner here was a viscount from another province.

"Art—only in the capital of St. Lones."

In a tone that was like a chant, the old servant recited a praising phrase that was widely circulated in this world.

The royal capital of Saint-Lorns is a world-famous cultural destination. Every year, it attracts countless talents from all over the world to study and communicate.

Of course, at the same time, countless people will realize their ordinaryness under the blow of many geniuses, be discouraged, fallen into the sand, and leave silently.

"My owner has always admired the artistic atmosphere of the royal capital since he was a teenager."

The old servant talked about the past, "After becoming an adult, he came to the capital with all his family wealth and wanted to settle here."

"But, he has a passion but no foundation. It's not easy to live in the capital for a long time..."

...Why, you also want to say, "The capital of the king is expensive, and it is not easy to live in a big place"?

Wien secretly complained.

He followed Chris, paying attention to the decorations in the room.

He said bluntly, from this point of view, he did not think that the master here had any artistic cells.

If you want to make a living by art, just relying on this level of aesthetics, are you a little too confident?

The old servant brought the few people to the table in the empty living room.

Because the indoor light was not very good, he even lit several candles and placed them on the table.

"Please wait... I'll go to the backyard to inform my master."

Leaving this sentence, he slowly retreated back to the dark corner.

"...This place is used to create a horror-themed playground, maybe it will be promising." Chris touched her arm and couldn't help but complain.
Chapter completed!