Spellcasting Heavens

With a receipt stamped with the seal of the Minister of Finance of the Royal Family handed over to Zhang Cheng, the transaction was finally completed.

As long as he goes to any mint near King's Landing to show his voucher, he can immediately pick up 2,500 brand-new golden dragons that have been minted, and he does not have to worry about any difficulties at all.

Of course, such a bill with 100% cashability is itself equivalent to a transaction currency, which can be taken to the market to buy bulk commodities, and no businessman will refuse, at least not before the outbreak of war.

Just as he folded the bills and stuffed them into his pocket, Littlefinger suddenly raised his arm and made a subtle gesture.

moment!

A sharp dagger slid down Billy's throat with lightning speed!

puff!

The bright red blood plasma spewed out along the gap and was scattered everywhere!

Fatty desperately tried to cover the bleeding wound with his hands, but unfortunately, all his efforts were in vain. In the blink of an eye, the blood blocked the trachea, and finally the whole person slowly fell to the ground, suffocated and died.

Until he took his last breath, he didn't understand why the other party wanted to kill him, let alone why Zhang Cheng was sitting there motionless, with no shock or nervous expression on his face at all, as if everything was taken for granted.

The weird atmosphere lasted for about a minute, and then Baelish said in a slightly apologetic tone: I'm really sorry, he heard too much stuff that he shouldn't have heard, so he can't walk out of the room alive, or God knows if he will. to Varys' ears. You see, my old friend doesn't have a very good attitude toward mystical powers.

I totally understand! But please remember that next time you do this kind of thing, it's best to ask my permission first, otherwise I will see it as a provocation. After speaking, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes with coldness. His eyes glanced at the cloaked killer, then got up and left the room.

Undoubtedly, Little Finger's repeated temptations made him a little annoyed, and at the same time he realized that none of these old fritters who had been living in an environment of intrigue for a long time were easy to deal with.

If he joins the Game of Thrones as a player, the challenges he will face are not only from the intrigues and tricks behind him, but also a series of issues including inheritance, marriage, war and so on.

You must know that Westeros does not believe in the princes and generals have a kind of relatives, and the emphasis here is on the origin and noble blood.

No matter how capable a person is, if he does not have a good family background, he can only serve the nobles honestly in exchange for completely unfair remuneration.

This is why Zhang Cheng's first decision was to buy a title of nobility, because only by obtaining this title can he justifiably become a player, not a pawn in the hands of players.

As for Fatty's death, Zhang Cheng was not surprised at all. To be exact, from the moment he stepped into this room, his fate was already doomed.

If Fatty was smart enough, he should have stayed at the door and waited instead of walking in and trying to engage in a conversation far beyond his comprehension.

Sometimes excessive self-motivation will not only bring no benefits, but will lead to death.

Staring at the motionless corpse on the ground, the corners of Baelish's mouth twitched slightly, playing with a delicate golden dagger, and muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear: A wizard with mysterious power has come to King's Landing? The situation is getting more and more interesting...

Sir, what do you think of the corpse? the killer asked cautiously.

Throw it into the sea to feed the fish after dark. Oh, by the way, send two of me to keep an eye on the young man, preferably with a few eyeliners around him. I want to know what he eats, does, and likes every day. Such a woman. I have a hunch that he will become a very useful pawn in the future. Baelish gave the surveillance order without thinking.

As you wish. The killer bowed and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

But just as he was about to leave through the secret passage behind the brothel, he suddenly saw a hand appearing around the corner, holding a silver disc-shaped device.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he immediately felt a strange red light hit his eyes, and then the whole person began to be in a trance and unconsciously lost his vigilance.

Apparently, the disc was nothing but an alluring pocket watch just obtained from Kane not long ago.

Because it is a constant spell, it is completely unaffected and can still be used normally.

Tell me, what did Littlefinger ask you to do? Zhang Cheng walked out slowly and asked meaningfully.

Surveillance! He asked me to spy on you! The killer replied dully.

Oh? Just monitoring? Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned.

From what he knew about Baelish, it would be strange if he didn't take action after seeing the power of magic with his own eyes.

Yes! He also asked me to place a few eyeliners beside you, secretly collect all your preferences and living habits, and think you are a very useful pawn.

Under the control of the spirit succubus, the killer undoubtedly regarded Zhang Cheng as the person closest to him, and chose to betray the original master without any hesitation.

After listening to this sentence, Zhang Cheng immediately showed a mocking smile on his face, and said to himself: After seeing the power that you can't understand with your own eyes, you still have such thoughts, should I praise you for your extraordinary courage, or not? How about self-control, dear Earl Petyr Baelish? Let us wait and see who is whose piece, and who is manipulating it...

The voice just fell!

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then quickly turned away from the narrow passage and returned to the noisy street.

When the distance was beyond the control of the pocket watch, the killer jerked back to his senses and began to look around with a vigilant gaze, but soon fell into confusion again.

You don't need to ask to know that this poor bastard doesn't remember what happened just now, and in the end he can only continue to carry out the order given by Littlefinger with confusion.

Zhang Cheng, who was hiding in the crowd, took everything in his eyes and said in a low voice with a smile, The game has started now, isn't it?

At the same time, Baelish, who was sitting in the room, had just received a piece of information from the north.

After simply flipping through the pages, he pursed the corners of his mouth and sighed: Caitlin, my love, I never thought that after so many years, you still haven't changed at all. But unfortunately, no matter what you do this time, you can't get it back. Ed's fate. Because the chaos I've planned is about to begin, and it's going to be my ladder to power. My dear, the game of thrones has begun...