After escaping the crowd, Lawrence is led by Anna into a café where Anna arranges for Lawrence to meet with a renter.

The café is not big, with only a dozen or so tables, but the view is great and you can see the coast of Ajaccio from the window.

There is also a small circular stage with a badly damaged and inaccurate piano, and a well-dressed third-rate player plays a light-hearted ditty incessantly.

Still, it's already the best café in the whole of Ajaccio.

As is customary, a guest like Anna, who is as dirty as a briquette, will not be allowed in, but the manager quickly recognizes that the young girl is next to the famous Lawrence Bonaparte, and lets them in. He personally led them to a table by the window and sat down.

Anna greedily sucked on the faint aroma of the coffee beans mixed with the oak in the shop, and it was already a pleasure for Anna to be able to avoid smelling the unbearable stench of the stinky gutter.

Since Lawrence was more than three hours late, the lessor had already left.

Lawrence had to tip a waiter with a silver coin and ask him to go to the address Anna had given him to get him back.

"Want something?" Lawrence looked at the menu boredly and asked Anna casually.

Anna stole a glance at the menu, she was already illiterate, and the menu was in several languages, which made Anna even more confused.

Lawrence, who inherited the body's common sense, was fluent in French, Italian, and High German.

"No sir," said Anna, waving her hand, when her stomach suddenly growled, so loud that the guests at the next table couldn't help but look sideways.

"I'm sorry sir, I ate two baked potatoes in the morning." The girl blushed and bowed her head to apologize.

Lawrence smiled, waved the waiter, asked for a four-inch cream cake and a plate of dark chocolate for Anna, and ordered himself a cup of coffee, choosing coffee beans from Mocha.

Mocha was originally a famous coffee trading city on the Red Sea coast, and in later generations it became the name of a type of coffee.

The scenery outside the window was pleasant, but after looking at it for a while, he became bored, and while waiting for the renter, Lawrence began to look at the girl beside him in boredom.

Lawrence was impressed by Anna's ability to read words and colors, especially when she lived in Westtown. Not only is it poor and backward, but various forces are even more intertwined and complex.

Whether he plans to set foot in the West City in the future, or deal with the retaliation of the dock workers' union in the present, Lawrence estimates that Anna's assistance is indispensable.

"If she has the opportunity, she can even be made a diplomat or a spy, with her talent, with a little training, she must be able to do it."

Lawrence took a sip from his coffee cup, but his eyes were fixed on Anna, fantasizing about her future.

And Anna, who was burying her head in the cake and gobbling it up, was also keenly aware of Lawrence's direct gaze, and her cheeks immediately turned red, and there was a common misunderstanding among sixteen-year-old girls, and even the movements of her mouth stopped.

"What's wrong, Anna? Cake not to taste? Lawrence asked casually when he saw Anna suddenly stop moving.

Anna patted her cheek and shook her head, shaking the thought out of her head. The difference in status between the two sides is so great that Anna does not dare to retain even the slightest idea of transgression:

"No, sir, I've never eaten anything so delicious."

Just then, the renter finally arrived, and the waiter led Lawrence to the table and sat down.

The visitor was a plainly dressed old lady, dressed in a pale green dress without any patterns, without a hat, and her hair simply tied with a ribbon; Although there are many wrinkles on his face, he is very energetic.

Lawrence quickly got up, bent down slightly, and apologized, "I'm very sorry to let you come again." ”

The old lady smiled and waved her hand, signaling that it was all right, and said, "You are Monsieur Lawrence Bonaparte, and you are so busy with your official business that it is understandable, just call me Mrs. Dura, I am a tailor." ”

Lawrence glanced at Mrs. Dura's fingers, which looked slender and nimble, though a little wrinkled.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lawrence took the initiative to order a glass of sterilized milk for her, and then began to discuss the rent.

"I've listened to this girl's request, and my son's house is exactly what you want." Mrs. Dura smiled all the time, and said, "He is a merchant, and he is about to go abroad for a long time, and the house is left unused." ”

Lawrence nodded, and couldn't help but glance at Anna with some admiration.

His requirements for the house are actually not low, and the time given to Anna is actually only half a day, I didn't expect Anna to be able to find and contact the tenant who meets the requirements in such a short time.

"However, I did not expect that it would be the famous Monsieur Lawrence Bonaparte who rented this room." Mrs. Dura said with a smile.

Lawrence modestly touched his nose, the formation he had made in the morning was indeed too big, and in just half a day, at least the citizens of the north and south cities knew his name and this conspicuous uniform.

Lawrence took a sip of his coffee and said, "So, about the rent..."

"Since it is Monsieur Bonaparte, it would be nice to rent thirty gold a month." Mrs. Dura responded.

Lawrence couldn't help but smile, it seems that his fame still has some effect, otherwise in his estimate, a house that meets the requirements will have at least forty gold per month.

Anna stuffed chocolate into her mouth on the side, and listened to the conversation between the two with envy, whether it was thirty gold or forty gold, it was a number that Anna could not imagine.

For her, the monthly expenses will not exceed three gold coins.

After the basic talk, the two sides sat and chatted for a while. Lawrence also learns that Mrs. Dura runs a cloakshop located right next to the rented house.

Because of Mrs. Dura's skill, many wealthy businessmen and parliamentarians made a special trip to the northern district to ask her to order clothes, and even Lawrence's brother Carlo once made a shirt and trousers here.

After some small talk, Mrs. Dura took out a silver pocket watch, looked at the time, and invited Lawrence to see the house.

The three of them got up, and Lawrence left three gold coins on the table to settle the bill, and the extra was used as a tip for the waiter.

After a short walk, the trio stopped at a street corner with a three-story apartment next to Mrs. Dura's cloakshop.

The apartment is very well equipped, the first floor is the living room, dining room, kitchen and study; On the second floor there are four bedrooms, a small balcony and a bathroom; The third floor is the attic that doubles as a storage room; There is also a small basement.

Most of the furniture is also half-new and half-used, which is when it is most comfortable to use.

Lawrence was satisfied, signed a contract with Mrs. Dura's shop, paid the first month's rent, and got the keys.

Hanging the bronze key on his belt, Lawrence let out a long sigh of relief. No matter what the era, it is most comfortable to have your own home. Lawrence didn't want to live in the resident quarters and huddle with the patrolmen every day.

"That's right, Anna." Lawrence suddenly said to Anna behind him, "Would you like to work for me?" ”

Anna was waiting for this sentence, and her eyes could not help but light up with excitement, but soon it dimmed again, and she bowed her head and said:

"Of course, sir. It's just that... What can someone like me do? ”

Lawrence touched his head, pointed to the room in front of him, and said:

"This one is quite big, why don't you be the housekeeper?"

"Butler? But... I've heard that a housekeeper has to be smart, to be able to read, to be able to keep accounts, I—" Anna shook her head.

"No, you just need to do some simple chores."

Anna opened her mouth, as if she was still worried about her lack of ability, but she was afraid that this opportunity would slip away from her, so after hesitating for a moment, she mustered up the courage to say:

"That's... In that case, please let me start with Mr.'s maid! ”