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 merchant who drove 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 merciful protection.

Seeing Fatty muttering words in his mouth, Zhang Cheng smiled indifferently, and silently admired this huge city that clearly had the style of the Middle Ages and the Renaissance 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 mumbling about?" 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% the son of a noble 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 begin to track down step by step, it is only a matter of time before the merchant reveals 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 obviously 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, about thirty 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 of Westeros, a golden dragon is equivalent to thirty silver moons and two hundred and ten silver deer. Even in King's Landing, where the price is relatively high, a silver deer is enough to eat a table in a hotel. You can get good wine and food, and get back a lot of copper coins. A good set of armor is only about four golden dragons~www.readwn.com~ Ordinary people work hard for a year, but they may not be able to earn one. Golden Dragon.

Thirty small gold bricks, each worth at least fifty to sixty gold dragons, thirty 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 from the other side of the sea.

All of a sudden, Fatty's eyes changed, and one family name after another 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 the 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 take 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.

"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 guests is too much. If you need it, wait for me to deliver it. The goods can take you there in person." Saying that, 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 King's Landing 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 **** hard. The aching horse quickly accelerated its pace, and in the blink of an eye, passed through the city gate and entered the noisy street...