Silk Street, a place where all people in King's Landing can find their own happiness regardless of their sexual orientation.

Because from the moment you step on this street, you will immediately be attracted by the white thighs, sexy back, and almost transparent tulle clothing in front of you.

Some don't even mind being watched by passers-by, and put on a show directly by the window on the second floor, where the high-pitched screams and moans can be heard clearly from dozens of meters away.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't believe that a world equivalent to a medieval background would have such an open concept of sexuality, and he only needed to pay a copper plate of prostitution tax every time, and he could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh unscrupulously, without worrying about legal sanctions.

What surprised him even more was the rather avant-garde design of "erotic clothing", which not only appropriately captured the hazy sense of seduction, but also perfectly illustrated the theory that covering certain important areas is far more interesting than being completely nudent.

Of course, these are only scenes that can only be seen in high-end brothels, and those in low-end brothels can only see poor girls in patched linen robes.

In order to attract guests, they did not hesitate to pull the neckline very low, revealing a fairly full chest, and most of the guests were mercenaries, small merchants, poor knights, guards, and so on.

Billy glared at the prettiest women with two greedy eyes as he walked toward one of the largest and most ornately decorated brothels on the street.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, a beautiful blonde woman in a pink gauze dress greeted him with a smile and said, "Good afternoon, two adults, what do you need?"

"Hehe, although I really want to answer that I want a beautiful woman like you, but unfortunately, today's protagonist is not me, but the gentleman next to me. The fat man deliberately leaned forward, put one of the groping hands on the opponent's upturned buttocks, and whispered in his ear: "We want to exchange a large sum of gold ......"

"Oh, how much is a lot?" The woman didn't care if she was being taken advantage of, and instead turned her attention to "business".

"At least fifteen hundred golden dragons! ”

Seeing that the other party did not resist, the dead fat man became even bolder, and his right hand even began to slide down the ravine, blatantly encroaching on the most sensitive part of the lower body.

"Fifteen hundred Golden Dragon?" The woman subconsciously set her eyes on Zhang Cheng, who was speechless, with an unconcealable surprise on her face, and then quietly avoided Billy's further exploration, took two steps back and said, "Come with me, the lord just happened to be upstairs." ”

Looking at her seductive and criminal slender back, the fat man licked his lips regretfully: "Damn! It's just almost! When I make a lot of money, I must let her have fun for half a month." ”

"The price here is very expensive?" Zhang Cheng asked with interest, touching his chin.

"It's not just very expensive! It's ridiculously expensive! Do you know that buying a fifteen-year-old young girl in Old Town is enough to play with a golden dragon on the first night, but ordering a random girl here costs more than two golden dragons, and I have toiled for months to have enough to play for one night. Bill pouted and grumbled in a low voice.

While the two were talking, the blonde prostitute quickly walked through the stairs and corridors, led them to a very quiet room, and curtsied to the man sitting in the chair: "Lord Berish, these two men say that they have a business to discuss with you in excess of fifteen hundred gold dragons. ”

"Okay, I got it. The man nodded slightly.

He looked very short, with a small pointed beard, obviously not young, sideburns mixed with a lot of gray hair, and although the corners of his mouth were always wearing a polite smile, his gray-green eyes shone as sharp as a falcon.

Despite meeting for the first time, Zhang Cheng instantly recognized the biggest conspirator, careerist, and one of the best players in Game of Thrones, Petyr "Littlefinger" Berish.

After all, his physiognomy is so obvious, and with this brothel, it's not too difficult to guess.

The blonde prostitute didn't mean to talk nonsense, and after curtsying again, she immediately turned around and left the room and closed the door.

When her footsteps faded away, Berishie made a gesture of please: "Don't stand stupidly, please sit down, do you need some wine?"

"No, thank you, I hope to keep a clear head when talking about business. Zhang Cheng took over the initiative of the conversation before the fat man.

Perhaps many people still mistakenly believe that "Little Finger" is still a harmless person and a small character who cannot pose a threat to anyone, but he knows very well that this master of conspiracy has personally planned the death of the former prime minister, and has begun to stir up hatred between the two huge forces of "lion" and "wolf".

Dealing with such a guy, if you don't have a spirit of 120,000 points, you don't know how you die if you are sold.

"Ah, well said, few people are aware of the downside of excessive drinking, and it seems that you are a wise man who knows how to exercise restraint. But I'm a little curious, you don't look like a resident of the Seven Kingdoms, are you a free trade city-state from the other side of the sea?"

After only three or two sentences, Berishy began to test Zhang Cheng's details.

"It doesn't matter where I'm from, it's how much benefit I can bring, doesn't it?" said Zhang Cheng, opening his travel bag and placing pieces of yellow, orange and orange gold ingots on the table.

Berish's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately smiled and echoed: "That's right! With this gold, I guarantee that even those high-ranking noble lords will not turn you away." ”

"So what is the price you offered?" Zhang Cheng obviously didn't plan to continue playing this kind of small game that tested each other, and chose to go straight to the point.

To be exact, before the "King of Cuckolds" Robert and Duke Ed hang up, he is not going to have too much contact with this master of conspiracy, and save himself from being caught.

"Hehe, an anxious guest. It's okay, I like your directness. I counted just now, there are a full thirty gold bricks on the table, and according to the weight and volume of each one, I will offer you the price of 1,800 gold dragons, I don't know what you think?"

As the Chancellor of the Exchequer of the royal family, he knew very well how many golden dragons he could at least forge after all the gold nuggets in front of him were melted down, and how much benefit he could make from them......