Located on either side of the moat, King's Landing's dungeons are a place that can be creepy at first glance, often filled with mournful wails and maniacal laughter, and is usually kept as far away as possible by both locals and outsiders, and is only frequented by illegal traders who are secretly in the slave business.

Zhang Cheng, who covered himself with a cloak, cautiously walked through the dim tunnel and gently knocked on the iron fence.

Bang! Bang!

"Who are you?" asked a guard as he walked over and glared at two light gray eyes.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I brought this. As he spoke, Zhang Cheng lifted the pocket full of golden dragons and shook it vigorously twice.

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

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng quietly stuffed a golden dragon into the palm of the other party's hand.

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

Having lived in a big city full of temptations for a long time, they were very similar to the forbidden army of the Song Dynasty, and many of them had long since lost their sense of battle, and their minds were full of how to make money rather than improve their fighting ability.

In particular, the two dozen or so people who were in charge of guarding the dungeon colluded from top to bottom to sell ordinary criminals who had no money and no power to slave traders, and made a lot of profits from them.

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

The two of them walked through the gloomy and damp corridor one after the other, and soon came to a hall with a brazier, because it was at the bottom, so there was no window, which looked particularly depressing and dull, and in the middle of the hall sat a middle-aged man who was slightly fat.

When he saw someone coming in, he immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword in alarm: "Who is it?"

"Your Excellency, this gentleman has brought a large bag of money, presumably intending to talk to you about business. The guard hurriedly stepped forward and explained.

"A big bag of money?" the warden had a hint of greed in his eyes, and he immediately changed to a smiling expression. "You may be seated, I like to talk about business the most. But before we begin, can you show me your sincerity?"

The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth curled slightly, a sneer that was not easy to be noticed flashed, and then nodded: "Yes, please take a look." ”

The words just fell!

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

Crash!

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

Boom!

The warden swallowed his saliva, and quickly pounced on it to count them one by one, and it took two or three minutes before he raised his head and bowed in an almost flattering manner: "Honorable sir, please allow me to apologize for my unreasonableness just now, you have expressed enough sincerity. Now please say what you want, and I promise that we will be able to meet you only here. ”

Don't think that fifty golden dragons are a lot.

After the death of the conqueror, Innis succeeded to the throne of the Church of the Seven Gods, and the sons of warriors and the poor people's assembly rebelled, and the cruel Maegor offered a bounty of a golden dragon on the scalp of each warrior's son and a silver deer on the scalp of each poor man's assembly member.

Although this happened many years ago, Westeros has no Age of Discovery, no large open-pit gold and silver deposits to exploit, and the precious metal currency itself is inflation at a negligible rate, so even today it still has considerable 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, lifted his hood slightly to reveal his true face, and said in a low voice: "I think we have negotiated the conditions before, now please fulfill the agreement." Remember, I want the real criminals, not the poor in the flea nest. ”

"It's you?!" the warden snapped.

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

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

"No! no!" the warden shook his head desperately, and shouted at the guards next to him, "Damn! What are you doing standing there stupidly! Go and empty the lowest cell! Then select fifty felons and send them one by one." ”

"Yes!"

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

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

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he found Zhang Cheng waiting in place, quickly turned around and asked the jailer, "Damn! Who is this guy? Why is he not shackled? And he still has a sword in his hand?"

"Shut up, put your hands and feet out!" the jailer urged impatiently.

"What the hell?" muttered the young man, obediently sticking his hands and feet out of the cage.

Without saying a word, the jailer opened the lock, removed the shackles, turned and disappeared into the dark tunnel.

Looking at the bewildered opponent, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, threw another ordinary iron sword over, and ordered loudly: "Pick it up! Pick it up and fight me!" As long as you can beat me, I can set you free, but if you lose, your fate will only be death." ”

"What...... What?!" The young man visibly froze.

"Sorry, I've already said the rules once and 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 violently swung his weapon and stabbed the other party in the throat.

His movements were fast and ruthless, and he was completely driven to kill with one blow.

"Damn, you madman!" the young man cursed as he picked up his sword and tried to parry.

But he made one mistake, the same mistake as Blanco, and that was to focus on the sharp blade and ignore the insidious and deadly kicks.

Next Second......

"Ahhh!!!!hh

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

Burst!

Blinding blood and brains slowly flowed down his eye sockets, and then he fell to the ground with a thud and swallowed his last breath.

Zhang Cheng took out the parchment and glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw that a 1/50 number appeared in the task-swordsmanship column.