Spellcasting Heavens

The dungeon of King's Landing is located on both sides of the moat. It is a place that makes you feel creepy at first sight. You can often hear miserable mourning, or crazy laughter, whether it is local residents or outsiders. , usually as far away as possible, only those illegal traders who secretly do slave business will frequent this place.

Zhang Cheng, who covered himself with a cloak, carefully walked through the dim tunnel and tapped on the iron fence.

boom! boom! boom!

Who are you? a guard came over and asked with his light gray eyes.

It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I brought this. After speaking, Zhang Cheng raised his pocket full of golden dragons and shook it vigorously.

Hearing the sound of the collision of gold, the guard's face immediately showed undisguised joy, without even a word of nonsense, he quickly opened the fence and made a gesture of invitation with a smile: Come with me, sir.

Thank you! Zhang Cheng calmly shoved a golden dragon into the opponent's palm.

After a few days of in-depth understanding, he has almost figured out the situation of the Golden Robe, the garrison of King's Landing, which can basically be described as erosion.

Because they lived in a big city full of temptations for a long time, they were very similar to the forbidden army of the Song Dynasty. Many of them had already lost their fighting consciousness, and all they thought about was how to make money instead of improving their fighting ability.

In particular, the two dozen people in charge of guarding the dungeon colluded from top to bottom, selling ordinary criminals who had no money and power to slave traders, and made huge profits from them.

Anyway, there are as many poor people as there are in the slums, and more than one-fifth of them have committed the crime of theft. It is not easy to catch...

The two walked through the gloomy and damp corridor one after the other, and soon came to a hall with a brazier. Because it was below, there was no window, which made it look particularly depressing and depressing. In the middle of the hall sat a slightly Blessed middle-aged man.

When he found someone coming in, he immediately put his hand on the hilt of the sword alertly: Who?

Your Excellency the Warden, this gentleman has brought a large bag of money. He should be planning to talk to you about business. The guard hurriedly stepped forward and explained.

A big bag of money? The warden's eyes showed a hint of greed, and he immediately put on a smiling expression. Please sit down, I like to talk about business the most. But before the official start, can you show me your sincerity?

The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth were slightly raised, and a sneer that was not easy to detect flashed, followed by nodding: Okay, please take a look.

The voice just fell!

He threw the bag full of golden dragons directly onto the table.

Whoa!

Because the mouth of the bag was not tightly fastened, more than fifty golden dragons were scattered all at once, emitting a yellow-orange light.

Gudong!

The warden swallowed his saliva and rushed to count one by one. After two or three minutes, he raised his head and bowed with an almost flattering attitude: Dear Sir, please allow me to do this for myself. You have expressed enough sincerity for the unreasonable apology just now. Now please state your request, and I promise that we will be able to satisfy you as long as we have it here.

Don't think that fifty golden dragons are very few.

After the death of the Conqueror, Ainis succeeded to the throne. The sons of warriors and the poor, who were armed by the church of the Seven Gods, revolted. The cruel Maegor offered a golden dragon for the scalp of each son of the warrior, and each member of the assembly of the poor. The scalp of a silver deer.

Although this happened many years ago, because Westeros has neither opened the era of great sailing, nor has large open-pit gold and silver mines available for mining, and the inflation rate of precious metal currency itself is negligible , so even today it still has quite strong purchasing power.

Fifty golden dragons are almost enough to buy all the prisoners in the entire dungeon.

Zhang Cheng ignored the other party's flattery.

Lifting his hood slightly to reveal his true colors, he lowered his voice and said, I think we have negotiated the terms before, now please honor the agreement. Remember, what I want is the real criminals, don't take the flea nests. The poor will make up the numbers.

It's you?! The warden shuddered violently.

He wouldn't forget the mysterious man who broke into his bedroom unwittingly a few nights ago.

Yes, it's me, what's the problem? Zhang Cheng stared at the other party with menacing eyes.

No! No! The warden hurriedly shook his head desperately, followed by the guards who rushed to the side and shouted: Damn it! What are you doing standing there stupidly! Go and empty the bottom cell! Then select fifty heavy prisoners. The criminals are sent one by one.

Yes!

Although the guard was a little puzzled by his boss's fierce reaction, he answered obediently.

In the blink of an eye, the deepest room in the dungeon was cleaned up, followed by a sturdy young man who had committed murder and was brought in.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he found Zhang Cheng who was waiting on the spot. He quickly turned around and asked the jailer, Damn! Who is this guy? Why isn't he in shackles? And he has a sword in his hand?

Shut up! Extend your hands and feet! the jailer urged impatiently.

What the hell? the young man muttered as he obediently stretched his hands and feet out of the cage.

Without saying a word, the jailer opened the lock and took off the shackles, turned and disappeared at the end of the dark tunnel.

Staring at the bewildered opponent, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, threw another ordinary iron sword at random, and ordered loudly: Pick it up! Pick it up and fight with me! As long as you can beat me, I will It can set you free, but if you lose, all you have to do is die.

What... what?! The young man was obviously stunned.

Sorry, I've already said the rules once, and I don't want to repeat them a second time. After three counts I'll start attacking. Three...two...one...

As the last word blurted out, Zhang Cheng slammed his weapon into the opponent's throat.

His movements are fast and ruthless, and he is completely rushing to kill with one blow.

Damn it! You lunatic!

But he made a mistake, a mistake exactly like Blanco's, of focusing on the sharp edge of the blade and ignoring the insidious and deadly kick.

next second...

Ahhhh!!!!!!

The young man screamed and clamped his legs, and the whole person fell into a state of stagnation. Before he could recover, a cold light instantly plunged into his eye sockets.

puff!

The dazzling blood and brains slowly flowed out from the eye sockets, and then fell to the ground with a plop, swallowing his last breath.

Zhang Cheng took out the parchment and glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw the number 1/50 appearing in the quest - Swordsmanship column.