(2 more 4,000 words, the update is completed today.) ）

Fat Zorro dragged Miln Erwin out of the north gate of Lannisport, and the soldiers of the garrison at the gate could only watch, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.

One will come from a distance, and it is none other than Captain Barolani.

Fat Zorro slows down. Balorani came to him.

"General, save me, I'm Mil Erwin. A weak voice rang out.

Balorani fixed his eyes on a bloody man with his hands tied, dragging behind Fat Zorro's horse. Barlow was taken aback.

"Lord Milnven?"

"It's me, General, I know it's wrong, please General save me. Miln Erwin sat up with the last of his strength. His splendid robe had been changed beyond recognition, and his hands, face, elbows, chest, abdomen, and knees were all bruised and bumped, and his skin was torn and blood flowed for a long time.

"General Zorro, please let go of Lord Miln Erwin. Barlow held back his anger.

Fat Zorro is too arrogant, is there still a law?

Fat Zorro looked back and saw that Miln Erwin's skin was open and his flesh was blurred, this huge businessman and rich man had suffered this kind of hardship for the first time, and it was indeed almost the same. Lady Jeanne forced the paper money trade, not to force all the rich merchants out of the West, but to get them to support her and support her and stay and develop, but the premise of prosperity was that it must first establish its authority and make the coin trade go smoothly, there is no doubt about it.

Sou!

Fat Zorro pulled out the Arak scimitar on his waist: "Lord Barlow, if you accompany me to fight hard, I will hand over Lord Miln Erwin to you." ”

The news of the horse's drag of Milnerwin through almost the entire city must have spread throughout the city, and it was enough to make the people, merchants, and nobles of the city understand Lady Jane's determination to carry out the paper money trade.

"My lord, is this a duel?" said Barorani, in a whisper.

The pride and glory of the Lannisters did not fade in Barlow's body.

"It's not a duel, it's just that I haven't fought for a long time, and my hands are itching unbearably. ”

Duels, often life and death!

Fat Zorro didn't want to kill Barorani, there was no need for that! he was just trapped in the village of Kregon with nothing to do, and he was itchy and irritable, and he wanted to loosen his muscles.

Shout!

Arrak's scimitar slashed a flash of light towards Barlow's neck.

Barolani was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, and at the same time knocked his left leg, the war horse turned right, and the long sword at his waist was already unsheathed, and he swept it with his backhand.

While!

With a loud bang, the swords clashed, and Barlow's body shook and he almost fell off his horse. The force transmitted through the knife was like the impact of a heavy hammer, causing his wrist to ache and the sword almost to fall out of his hand. Barlow was taken aback again, Fat Zorro's strength was so strong, he couldn't even carry it.

Fat Zorro laughed: "Barlow, your arm strength is good, you can block my slash with your backhand, it's amazing!"

I only heard the hooves of the war horse trampling on the ground, the two horses were staggered, the two sides exchanged positions, the war horse turned back, and without waiting for Barlow to get ready, Fat Zoro was fast, and he had already come to the front, and the Arak scimitar slashed in the air, as fast as lightning.

Barlow crossed his sword, and this time, he used both hands.

The force of his hands on the horse's back was not coordinated, because the person was sitting on the horse's back, but Barlow, who was skilled in swordsmanship, had already surpassed this realm, and he sealed his hands with all his strength, and when there was a loud bang, the fire splashed everywhere, and it was able to block the slash of the fat Zorro's Arak scimitar.

In this slash, Fat Zorro collected two points of brute force, and the one-handed strength plus the inertial power of the impact of the war horse was comparable to Barlow.

Only when you are quite competitive can you play more happily and have fun!

On the wall of the North Gate, the soldiers shouted in unison to cheer for Captain Balorani.

Dangdang, dangdang!

A series of dense sword strikes sounded, and Fat Zorro's scimitar became faster and faster, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, hovering up and down, dazzling. Barorani mustered up 120,000 points of energy and concentration, barely defending against the opponent's dense slashing, and in just a short moment, Barlow was in danger, and his arms, chest, abdomen, and waist and ribs were almost slashed by a scimitar.

On the city wall, all the soldiers cheered together!

They saw Fat Zorro's sword light like several circles of light surrounding Captain Balorani and slashing down on all sides, but Barlow could block them all one by one, this defense, impenetrable, saw the soldiers breathe in amazement and cheered together.

Barlow secretly complained, the other party's knife was too fast, and there was still strength left, and his breathing was already chaotic, this defense had exhausted the strength of his whole body, and the hot sweat wet his underwear. And Fat Zorro breathed steadily, with a smile in the corners of his eyes, and when his wrist flicked, Arrak's scimitar was ghostly, and he heard a crisp ding, and the scimitar dragged through Barlow's waist ribs, and a shocking scratch remained on the armor.

Barlow's breathing became more rapid, and his hands slowed down and his movements were disjointed, unable to keep up with the speed of Arrak's scimitar. After this blow, the situation was immediately reversed, like a river bursting its banks, and it could no longer be defended. In the flickering light of the knife, Barlow's shoulders, arms, helmets, legs, chest, etc. were stabbed one by one, and there was a chaotic clanging sound, leaving seven scimitar scratches on his armor, each of which cut a deep mark, but it did not hurt Barlow's body, and the blade of the scimitar was still as bright as autumn water, and it did not collapse.

Good knives!

It could be the work of Master Tobmot!

The weapons of the generals and centurions of the Magic Mountain are said to have been carefully crafted by Master Tobmot and the Knight Gendry Cregan, cutting armor without curling the blade!

On the city walls, the soldiers were stunned. I saw that the sword light hovering like lightning kept passing over Captain Barlow's body, and the sound of the knife slashing through the armor was terrifying, and it sounded intensively. No matter how hard Barlow tried, the parrying sword was always a minute and a half slower.

With a thud, the scimitar suddenly retracted, and Fat Zorro's horse swept past the scrambling Captain Barlow, galloped to a certain distance, turned back, and faced Balorani, whose face was terribly pale.

"Captain Barlow, your swordsmanship is very good. Fat Zorro laughed, "Your strength and speed, accuracy and anticipation are better than many knights." You want Lord Milnerwin, and here you are!" As he spoke, Fat Zorro had untied the rope from his saddle, tossed the end of the rope, and let it fall to the ground.

At the other end of the rope, Miln Erwin had fainted.

In the fight between the two just now, the war horse dodged vertically and horizontally, forward and backward, staggered and ran, Lord Miln Erwen was also dragged around by the war horse, people rubbed and bumped around on the ground, he was a huge rich man who had not suffered anything, he could not stand this torture for a long time, and fainting was the best way to protect him from pain.

Fat Zorro laughed, although his voice was not as majestic and powerful as the voice of the Magic Mountain, and the sound was like a huge thunder, but it was also a sonic boom in the air. Amid the laughter, Fat Zorro galloped away and returned to the village of Klegon in style.

Barorani stayed on the spot like a sculpture!

The soldiers of the garrison on the city wall were collectively silenced, and they were all shocked!

The agility, agility, riding skills, knife skills, strength, and momentum of the fat Zorro just now are all impressive and unforgettable.

In the past three years, the Magic Mountain army has fought against the people of the north, the west, the Dorn, the riverwan, the storm, the iron, and the valley...... Big and small battles, invincible, why can the Magic Mountain do it? Barorani felt that he understood the answer: Fat Zorro's bravery and invincibility had already given the standard answer.

Fat Zorro is only one of the many generals under the Magic Mountain, and many of the other generals in the Magic Mountain are more famous, more prestigious, and more skilled in combat than Fat Zorro. Think about it, such a large number of generals, leading a group of soldiers who are not afraid of death to fight the enemy...... Therefore, the magic mountain always wins battles not by luck and the favor of the seven gods...... Barorani and the soldiers of the garrison on the city wall had to admit that Fat Zorro's sword skills were really powerful, and Captain Barlow's swordsmanship was already very good, but he was not Fat Zorro's opponent at all.

Night. Cregan New Village, Cregan Castle.

Hall.

Lady Jeanne sits, and the rest of the people stood.

To Jane's left is Sansa Stark, and to her right is Lady Dortiquequintina. Behind him are the sword-wielding guard general Brinetas and the bull Zeligerda.

Under the high seat, on the left and right, on the left are more than a dozen generals and centurions of the Cregan, and on the right, the Scholar of Bancrof, Baron Mehanfrye, the scarred spice merchant Mil Ernwin, and the captain of the guard, Barolani.

"Baron Mehanfrye, does Lord Miln Erwin need a chair?" said Janie, softly, but audible to everyone in the hall.

Mehanfrye is holding Miln Erwin!

"No, ma'am!" said Miln Erwin's feeble voice.

He has walked from life to death and from death to life several times today, and his heart has also gone from fear, fear, panic, fear, and submission to resentment, patience, curse, bravery, resistance, survival, and fearlessness. Milnven's voice was small, but his mood had stabilized a lot. The big deal is death, so come on!

"Mistress Gregor and I have thought deeply about introducing paper money trading in the West, Mistress Milnirwin, are you still against it?"

"Yes, ma'am, there is no doubt about it!"

Fat Zorro's eyes immediately widened, Mehanfrye and Bancrove were stunned, and Balorani's face also changed.

Is Miln Erwin crazy?

This guy didn't say that when he talked to him before, he told May, Bancrof, and Captain Barlow that he was willing to surrender and not disobey Lady Jenny!

May, Bancrof, and Barlow all looked at Janie with worry and timidity in their eyes!

"Why object, tell me your reasons, Lord Milnven. If you're right, I can reverse the banknote transaction. There was no ripple in Jenny's voice, as if she had expected Miln'erwin's answer.

But Lady Jane's calmness worries May and Barlow even more, and those who are silent are more likely to use thunderous means.

"There is no reason, ma'am, that as long as you continue to push forward, the people of the whole West will rise up against you, there is no doubt about it. In the end, there will be chaos in the West, and no one will be able to stop the people from attacking you, not even the Seven. I'm done talking, Lady Jenny, you can cut off my head. Miln Erwin said coldly.

His voice was still not loud, but it contained an indignant calmness and a determination to die.

Jenny smiled slightly: "General Zorro, give Lord Miln Erwin a chair." Mrs. Dourty, please give Miln Erwin a bowl of potion, his wound needs some relief from his pain. “

Fat Zorro and Mrs. Dourty agreed, and Zorro brought Milrwin a chair with soft cushions on it so that Lord Milnerwin could sit comfortably. He looked covered in bruises, but he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and it wouldn't have killed him at all. It's just that he has enjoyed his own happiness for too long, and he imagines this physical suffering as a fatal terminal illness.

Miln Erwin sat in the chair, the big deal was to die, and there was no need to be afraid to make a chair?

Sure enough, pain can make people's bones stronger, and adversity can also make people stronger faster!

Mrs. Dourty brought a bowl of what looked like poison to Miln Erwin, and the spice merchant reached out to take it, and drank it under the worried and suspicious eyes of Mehanfrye, Bancrof, and Barlow.

Poison is poison, fall into the hands of the wicked, anyway, today is a death!

"Lord Milnven, I know why you are against paper money trading. Lady Jane said softly, "Do you think that I printed a piece of flower paper and exchanged it for your gold?"

"Humph!" Miln Erwin snorted coldly, disdainful of excuse.

"But what if I had a way to make this piece of paper unique and equal to the value of gold?"

This time, Miln Erwin didn't snort, he stared at Lady Jenny, and his eyes said it all.

"Let's not talk about the unique paper. Mistress Gregor has written it and taught me that it's a secret, and I'll just tell you one thing, it's a brand new papermaking technique from the blessings of the Seven Gods. Let's talk about how paper money is equal to gold, and if you want to know, I'll tell you. And, I hope you'll all join in and let us join in promoting the paper money trade of the Westlands into every aspect of the lives of the people of the Westside, replacing the ancient rules of trading gold, silver, deer, and bronze. ”

Mehanfrye raised his hand high!

"Please, sir. Jenny picked up the thick honey water and touched it lightly on her lips, with a hint of sweetness and a comfortable taste. She loves to eat honey.

"Madam, even if all of us Westerners use paper money to trade, how can we do business with the people on the other side of the Narrow Sea, how do we do business with the people of the North, the Riverlanders, and the Riverwan, if I have ten gold coins worth of bank notes now, and I go to Qingting Island to buy Qingting Island wine, will Earl Redwin sell it to me? Obviously, he won't. But if I take out a gold coin with a dragon engraved on it, he will sell me Qingting Island wine with a smile on his face. ”

"You're right, sir. What we have to do now is to be able to use bank notes to buy Qingting Island wine in the near future. And, I promise, it's not too long, a year, two years, three years, five years? I don't think it's more than five years. Lady Jenny smiled in a relaxed tone, "Miss Sansa, may I ask you to take out a piece of gold?"

"Of course, ma'am!" replied Sansa, her slender hand reaching out and placing a gold ingots on the table. The gold fell, making a soft 'may' sound.

"My lords, I will explain to you the secret of the value of paper money to gold, which is a very simple little secret. ”