Spellcasting Heavens

"Is there only 1,800 golden dragons?" Zhang Cheng questioned with a half-smile.

Although he has never seen a golden dragon so far, judging from the fact that "Hound" alone can take away the 40,000 prize of the champion of the tournament, a golden dragon is definitely not worth much.

In addition to casting precious metal currency, it is necessary to mix some common metals such as lead, iron, and copper into it. more than a quarter.

This also means that the gold nuggets placed on the table can be conservatively estimated to be able to cast about 4,000 to 6,000 golden dragons.

After all, the metal smelting and casting capacity of King's Landing is still at a relatively backward level, and it is difficult to give a clear proportion of the specific losses in the middle.

And "Littlefinger" is good, actually wanting to spend 1,800 gold dragons to get rid of him, eating more than double the net profit, it is extremely black.

If it weren't for the fact that direct consumption of gold would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, he wouldn't even say a word of nonsense, just turned around and left.

Baelish also clearly realized that the young man sitting across from him was definitely not a small trader who was easily deceived, let alone a bandit pirate who did business without money. He immediately smiled and asked, "Then how much do you think it should be?"

"I think three thousand golden dragons is a very suitable price." Zhang Cheng gave his psychological price without thinking.

"Three thousand? No, no, no, my young friend, you are too greedy, and also do not realize that this is no ordinary transaction. I guarantee that if you go to the market with this gold to buy something, at most no In three days, someone will start looking for trouble for you. But if you sell me your gold, those troubles will be gone. Since 1800 gold dragons can't satisfy you, I might as well raise it a little bit, two How about the thousand and four hundred golden dragons?" Baelish made a threat calmly, and gave in a little further.

For the hint of "Little Finger", Zhang Cheng smiled contemptuously, a violet light flashed in his pupils, followed by using arcane energy to instantly shape a square gold brick into an exquisite small dagger, and then He stood up and put it in the ear of the other party and whispered a warning: "Count Petyr Baelish, please don't show your tricks in front of me, and don't think that no one knows what you have done. Do you know? This world There are always some incredible powers, such as dragons, and magic..."

After saying this, he placed the dagger lightly on the table.

Baelish carefully picked up the golden dagger and stroked the delicate notch on it, his face full of unbelievable expressions.

After a full minute, he came back to his senses and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you a wizard? I heard that there are a small number of people with extraordinary abilities living in the Hall of Immortality in Qarth City. , are you one of them?"

"The wizard of Qarth City? Hehe, no, please don't compare me to those rubbish." Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended to be defiant and shook his head. "Real magic is not just an ethereal prophecy, nor a horror story used to scare children. It can be fire, frost, lightning, and the power to defeat all enemies head-on."

"Powerful and incredible power..." Baelish murmured to himself, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Okay, as you said, three thousand golden dragons. But there is one Additional conditions, you have to tell me why you came to King's Landing, and what is the purpose?"

"The purpose? If I said that I was here to participate in the competition, you probably wouldn't believe me, would you?" Zhang Cheng returned to his seat and shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Hahahaha! You are so funny. I have to admit, you may indeed possess some incredible power, but once you enter the arena, even the weakest competitor can easily beat you." Baelish glanced at Zhang Cheng's slender body laughed and joked.

"Don't be so sure, Earl. How about we make a bet?" Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended not to admit defeat and made an invitation.

Baelish nodded nonchalantly: "No problem! Let's talk about it, what are you betting on, and what are the bets?"

"How about betting on this jousting competition? If I don't win the championship, then I'll do whatever I can for you for free, no matter what it is. But if I win the final championship, you promise to do it for me for free. Do something within your power." Zhang Cheng calmly dug a big hole for the other party.

Even with his current physical fitness, let alone a head-on impact with a lance, I am afraid that a slightly stronger farmer could pull him off his horse.

According to the task given by the parchment - swordsmanship, as long as he kills fifty opponents, he can immediately get a melee professional template, plus protective magic and simple armor weapon enchantment, no one can hit him. .

"Oh? You seem to be quite confident?" The cunning Baelish didn't give a positive answer right away, but continued to test the details.

He always had a hunch that the mysterious young man in front of him ~www.readwn.com~ seemed to know what he was planning.

"I've always been very confident. How about you, do you want to take a gamble? Oh, by the way, if it's convenient, by the way, help me buy a noble title. I believe that there are many descendants of the aristocratic nobles who are willing to give up their families and surnames. In exchange for a generous reward." Zhang Cheng was not polite at all, and directly began to use the complex and huge network behind "Littlefinger".

Staring at the two gray-green ones, Baelish seemed to want to see through the true face of the opponent hidden under the false disguise. After about ten seconds, he replied with a smile: "Okay! I bet! But a little bit of aristocratic status. It's a bit of a hassle, I suggest you spend a little more money to settle it all at once, to save trouble in the future."

"How much does it cost to spend more? Is two hundred gold dragons enough?"

Because of such things as impostors, Zhang Cheng has already experienced it once, so he is quite familiar with it.

Anyway, in the context of the Middle Ages where transportation and communication were extremely inconvenient, such as A Song of Ice and Fire, it took months or even years to find out if a person was himself. Worry.

"Give me five hundred golden dragons, and I'll give you a knight title without any controversy, and promise that even if you use it to participate in the tournament, it will not reveal any flaws." Baelish clearly saw that Zhang Cheng needed this noble title very much. , decisively removed the high price.

"Deal! Now please pay me 2,500 gold dragons, and then all the gold ingots on the table belong to you, Lord Earl." Zhang Cheng did not intend to dwell too much on money, and quickly agreed.

In fact, if it wasn't for the power of magic being strongly restricted, he didn't need to worry about money at all. He only needed to build a few enchanted weapons or armors, and he could immediately make huge profits...