A few hours later, in the hall on the first floor of the tower, Zhang Cheng held a grand banquet in the name of Moroya Hightower.

On the surface, he claimed to be celebrating the liberation of the old town from the Iron Islands fleet and rewarding reinforcements from afar, but in fact, it was to divide the profits and take over the rule from the extinct Hightower family in a reasonable and legal way.

The people who got the invitation were not only the nobles who took the initiative to take refuge in the Hive City, such as Viscount Valen Bisbury, but also the big merchants with heads and faces in the city.

As for the so-called "Seven Gods" church originally supported by the Hightower family, it was directly hung there, neither invited nor clear about what was going on, and went around like a headless fly for information.

They didn't know that they had actually just walked away from the Ghost Gate not long ago.

According to the original plan, Zhang Cheng originally planned to uproot the church forces and completely eliminate all the stubborn forces in Liangshui City and the old town.

However, considering that the belief system of the Seven Gods does not have any supernatural powers, it is difficult to pose a threat to him who wields powerful magical powers.

In addition, the sudden eradication of it would cause unnecessary turmoil, so he finally decided to observe for a while, anyway, there is still a chance to do it in the future.

Just as he was sitting on the main seat, silently observing the reactions of everyone present, Moroya, who was dressed up next to him, suddenly approached, pointed to Beth, who was hiding alone in the corner and drinking, and asked, "Who is that woman, and why did she kill me?"

"She?" Zhang Cheng took a sip of sour wine from his glass with great interest, and explained meaningfully, "Her name is Beth Tarot, and she is the daughter of a merchant in a free city-state. According to her account, it was you who publicly executed her father on charges of smuggling and confiscated all her property, so in revenge, she has been lurking in the black market in Old Town, actively engaged in various jobs that are not good for the Hightower family. ”

"A merchant from a free city-state?" Moroya frowned and pondered, for about a few seconds, she seemed to think of something, and there was a look of disbelief in her eyes. "Vulture Daria! I didn't expect his daughter to be alive!"

"Oh, do you remember?" Zhang Cheng looked up in surprise.

Moroya smiled bitterly and sighed, "How could you forget! Vulture is the only one who can provide the Hightower family with all kinds of strange goods, from dragon eggs and Valyrian steel swords to corpses and slaves, as long as you can afford to pay the price, he can find a way to get it." But the problem is that he was so greedy that he deliberately dropped the bag in the last transaction and tried to sell me a fake dragon egg, I killed him in a fit of rage, but I didn't find the real dragon egg. ”

"Greed is one of the deepest desires hidden in the hearts of all people, especially businessmen, whose ultimate goal is to pursue more profit, and you should be aware of this. Because killing people in anger is stupid, especially killing someone who is still of sufficient use to themselves. Zhang Cheng smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

He never shy away from killing, but he would never kill out of anger, and many times just for a moment's pleasure, often means paying a high price afterwards.

"You're right! I'm stupid! What's even more stupid is that I didn't send anyone to hunt down Daria's only daughter. Moroya touched the bruises on her face and laughed at herself in chagrin.

Despite the application of swelling ointment and a large amount of gouache, the "mad woman" could still see the marks of being beaten on her face, especially the handprints on her neck, and she was almost strangled to death.

"Hehe, we are not gods, but mortals. Since you are a mortal, you will naturally inevitably make mistakes, and this is nothing. The problem is that some people make mistakes and learn from them immediately, while others never learn from them. Now tell me, do you belong to the former or the latter?" Zhang Cheng put down his wine glass and admired the woman sitting next to him with interest.

I have to say that by the standards of Westeros, Moroya is definitely an out-and-out beauty, although she is thirty-three years old this year, but due to the use of some alchemy drugs, her apparent age is at most twenty-seven or eighteen, coupled with a mature and intellectual temperament, giving people a different kind of stimulation.

Moroya is not an idiot, the sharp gap was changed by the other party's gaze, she straightened her plump and attractive breasts, and asked with a chuckle: "What, are you suddenly interested in me?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head noncommittally: "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, who knows." My desire for the opposite sex is not as strong as that of most men, but the vassals want me to prove myself, or at least to make them sure that the lord to whom they are loyal likes women. ”

"So what are you waiting for! Let's go upstairs to the bedroom! I just want to have an "in-depth" conversation with you alone. Moroya deliberately accented the word "deep", and her tone was full of **.

"Are you sure? You know that I killed the enemies of all my relatives, including your father, and then you are willing to have an "in-depth" communication with me?" Zhang Chengyi said tentatively.

"Why not? I'm just a woman, not capable of fighting a powerful spellcaster like you, and the only thing I can do is to make sure I survive as much as possible. There was no sadness or hatred on Moroya's face, as if everything she had done was taken for granted to her.

Zhang Cheng has read part of the history of the Seven Kingdoms, and knows that when many aristocratic families are facing extinction, the surviving women usually do not choose to resist desperately or take revenge, but marry the enemy to give birth to heirs, and in this way the family blood is passed on.

Although it was difficult for him to understand such disguised defection as an outsider, he finally reluctantly nodded: "Okay, I'm starting to trust your sincerity a little now." Before you go upstairs, tell me what exactly is the powder you just used, and why does the armor rust and the fabric becomes hard and brittle?"

"Rotten Dust, a treasure that I got the recipe from an alchemy book and made after many attempts. Of course, what I did was only a rudimentary version, and according to the description in the book, it was really powerful enough to make a person wither and rot in an instant. I can always write down the ingredients and the process if you want. Moroya didn't mean to hide it at all, and gave the answer generously.

"Rotten dust? sounds interesting, I'll try it myself later. Oh, I almost forgot, you mentioned that Beth's father dropped a dragon egg, which means that somewhere in the old town, there is probably a real dragon egg buried, right?"

Unaware, Beth continued to pour cup after cup, completely unaware of the danger that was coming.

Moroya curled the corners of her mouth and replied with a smile: "That's right, I think before the vulture died, Bacheng told his only daughter where he was hiding, you can start from this aspect and slowly investigate......

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