Spellcasting Heavens

Three days passed in a flash, and as the tall and majestic walls of King's Landing appeared on the horizon, Bill, the businessman driving the carriage, was obviously relieved.

Although Westeros is still relatively peaceful at the moment, armed gangs such as bandits, robbers, and mercenaries have never disappeared. Even if they are close to the traffic arteries of the capitals of the seven kingdoms, they will occasionally encounter a wave or two. If you are lucky, you may be able to save your life, but if you are unlucky, you will end up with people and goods.

Therefore, whenever he arrived at his destination safely, he would devoutly pray to the gods to thank him for his kind blessing.

Seeing Fatty muttering words in his mouth, Zhang Cheng smiled indifferently, silently admiring this huge city with a distinct medieval and renaissance style on earth.

According to the descriptions in the novel and TV series, King's Landing should be a city larger than medieval Paris, but smaller than Constantinople or ancient Rome, with a permanent population of about half a million.

Without the support of modern transportation and transportation systems, this is almost the limit that a densely populated city can accommodate, and increasing it will cause incredible administrative, security and food supply difficulties.

In fact, the rulers of King's Landing have never really cared about the life and death of the residents in the city, especially the large number of beggars and poor people living in the flea den.

Feeling the huge class contradictions vaguely revealed in the city, Zhang Cheng touched his chin and muttered to himself in an uncertain tone: Maybe I can guide the hatred a little bit, and then take this opportunity to create an unprecedented chaos. for my own benefit...

Sir, what are you muttering? Bill turned around and asked curiously.

After just three days of getting along, he has been convinced by Zhang Cheng's conversation and knowledge, and firmly believes that the other party is 100% a nobleman who is traveling abroad, or a young bachelor from the academy.

Except that the body may suffer from a terrible disease (actually a magic addiction), everything else is so enviable.

No, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about what to do next. Zhang Cheng maintained his sense of mystery as always.

He knows very well that when he joins the Game of Thrones as a player, whether it is the famous careerist Littlefinger Petyr Baelish, or the secretive Eight-clawed Spider Varys, he will follow As the clues began to follow step by step, it was only a matter of time before the merchant revealed where he first appeared.

This also means that the less the businessman knows, the easier it is for him to hide himself.

Hahahaha! As a man, how can you not go to Silk Street when you come to King's Landing. Bill laughed and gave advice.

Silk Street? Zhang Cheng repeated in a low voice.

It can be seen from the doubts in his eyes that he doesn't understand what to do in a place that sells fabrics.

The fat man licked his lips and explained with a lewd face: Silk Street is not a place to sell silk, but a place for beautiful women to do business. You only need to pay a few silver deer, and they can serve you comfortably. .There's nothing more relaxing for a man who's been through a long journey.

After listening to this sentence, Zhang Cheng finally understood that Silk Street is actually a red light district, a place specialized in meat and skin business, and hurriedly refused with a smile: Hehe, thank you for your kindness, but forget it. I plan to find a place first. For some money, what do you recommend?

In exchange for money? For what? Bill visibly hesitated.

Of course it's gold! Zhang Cheng took out a small gold nugget exuding golden luster from his travel bag without thinking.

Bill hurriedly took it over to examine it carefully, and even took a bite. After confirming that it was indeed very high-purity gold, he immediately exclaimed in excitement, My God! How much gold do you have?

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and replied, Not much,

It's about 30 yuan, can you give me a rough estimate?

While saying these words, he was very interested in observing Fatty's reaction. As long as he showed a little greed, or had an evil intention, he would end his life silently before approaching the city gate.

In fact, these gold nuggets were brought back from Azeroth last time, and there was no time to deal with them until the team that provided the information on Thalass asked to pay in gold.

And this point at hand is all that is left after paying the remuneration. I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Three...three...thirty dollars?! Bill's voice was obviously trembling.

After all, according to the price situation in Westeros, a golden dragon is equivalent to thirty silver moons and two hundred and ten silver deer. Even in King's Landing, where prices are relatively high, a silver deer is enough to eat a table in a hotel. A good wine and food, and a large amount of copper plates were recovered, and a good set of armor was only about four golden dragons.

Ordinary people work hard for a year, but they may not be able to earn a golden dragon.

Thirty small gold bricks, each worth at least 50 to 60 gold dragons, 30 pieces equals 1,500 to 1,800 gold dragons!

Those who can give out so much money at will, either come from a prominent noble family or a wealthy businessman who comes to the other side of the sea.

Suddenly, Fatty's eyes changed, and family names flashed in his mind, trying to find the facial features that could be associated with the young man in front of him.

But unfortunately, he couldn't find any of them in the end, only An endured his greed, and returned the gold nugget with a wry smile: Sorry, sir, your gold is too much, I can't eat it with my financial resources. .If you don't mind, I can introduce you to a place.

It's not that Bill doesn't want to kill Zhang Cheng to seize the gold, but he understands that since the other party dares to show his financial strength, he must have the support to protect his property, so he does it rashly, fearing that he will be killed immediately.

Oh? Where? Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

As far as I know, there is a brothel on Silk Street, secretly doing the business of exchanging gold. Not only is the price fair, but it will never kill the customer because the amount of gold carried by the customer is too much. If you need it, wait for me to deliver it. The goods can take you there in person. Saying this, Bill's face showed undisguised expectation.

No problem, my patience has always been good, not to mention that I can also visit the scenery of Junlin City by the way. Zhang Cheng spread his hands indifferently.

Then please sit tight.

The voice just fell!

The fat man raised his whip violently and slapped the horse's butt hard. The pained horse quickly accelerated its pace, and in the blink of an eye, passed through the city gate and entered the noisy street...