As the official start of the Prime Minister's Tournament drew closer, a large number of outsiders poured into King's Landing, putting tremendous pressure on the already poor law and order, and at the same time making the prices of various food and drinks continue to rise.

Elsewhere, the mansion that Zhang Cheng had just bought was patronized by three waves of thieves in a row, the youngest of whom was only eleven or twelve years old, all from the slums called "Flea Nest", and a group of children who had not grown up.

The motive for the theft is also very simple, that is, he is very hungry, and he goes over the wall into the kitchen to get some leftovers to fill his stomach.

Looking at these skinny little guys kneeling on the ground, he sighed helplessly and ordered: "Just give them something to eat, and then let them go." Remember, Delhi, don't bother me with such trivial matters in the future, you can handle it yourself. ”

"Yes, sir, you are a merciful man. A middle-aged man in his forties touched his chest with one hand and bowed.

As a professionally trained housekeeper, he has faithfully fulfilled his duties since the day he took office, managing the huge yard in an orderly manner, and there has never been a single lapse.

"Very good, go get busy with you, and by the way, inform Blanco that it's time for sword training. With that, Zhang Cheng ignored his housekeeper and continued to fiddle with the bottles and cans on the table.

With the start-up capital of 2,500 golden dragons, he disguised himself as a noble child from afar in just a few days, and not only bought a house with a large area, but also hired a butler, two male servants, and four female servants.

On top of that, he hired a mercenary with good strength to practice his fighting skills seriously, intending to kill fifty opponents before the tournament began, so that he could get the melee class template as soon as possible.

Anyway, the mission gives a requirement to kill fifty opponents, and there is no strict requirement for what level the opponent needs to reach.

This means that before the battle begins, you may be able to seriously injure your opponent or starve them for a few days.

As for the candidates, the robbers, ruffians, hooligans, murderers, and rapists imprisoned in King's Landing are the best targets.

They only need to pay for the golden robes that guard the prison, and they don't mind selling some of them privately.

In fact, many of the prison inmates were smuggled into the hold of ships every year, transported to the distant slave seas, and sold to the slave owners who lived there.

About three to five minutes, an old man in leather armor with two wooden swords in his arms walked into the room and saluted: "Good afternoon, sir." Once again, I advise you to abandon the unrealistic idea of participating in a jousting tournament. Because with your skills and talents, it will be difficult to defeat a qualified veteran, let alone a knight with great martial arts, even in a few more years. ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Let's get straight to today's sword lesson. Zhang Cheng put down the research at hand, turned around and pulled out a rather heavy training wooden sword.

"Well, whatever you want, it's not my time and money that is being wasted anyway. Blanco shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

He didn't even put on a standard sword-holding stance, and while wielding the wooden sword very casually, he said, "I've already taught the basic steps, breathing, and parrying techniques of swordsmanship last few times, so let's get into the actual combat stage today." While I personally think you should build your muscles first, it doesn't matter if you want to, start attacking now. ”

"Be careful!"

Zhang Cheng, who has never liked nonsense, took a step forward and swung his first sword from the bottom up in a standard low-handed style.

Although the posture does not look pleasing to the eye at all, the actual combat effect is not bad at all, to be exact, in most actual combat swordsmanship, there are not many movements that can be called beautiful.

"Well done! But it's not enough!" Blanco effortlessly defused the attack with a backhand

However, he did not take the opportunity to launch a counterattack, but only took a step back and continued to stand in place and wait for the next round.

Obviously, according to Zhang Cheng's current level, let alone winning, it is quite difficult to even create a little threat.

But he has never been a person who likes to follow the rules, and he will not be limited by the so-called standard posture.

After the first round of attacks failed, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a sly smile, and then he raised his wooden sword high and made a slashing motion.

Out of habit and instinct, Blanco immediately chose to parry with a sword in both hands.

At the moment when the two wooden swords were about to collide, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised his foot and kicked hard at the vital part between the opponent's legs.

This time, his movements were fast and aggressive, leaving no time for his opponent to react.

Next Second......

Bang!

"Ah!!!!!! should ...... Damn!"

Blanco fell to his knees in pain with his lower body clutched, his face full of distorted expressions.

You don't have to ask to know that he must be in so much pain now, so painful that he can't even hold the sword.

As a mercenary who was born and died, it was the first time he encountered such a despicable, shameless, and obscene trick, so he accidentally fell for it.

"Hehe, how do you feel, my dear swordsman?" asked Zhang Cheng rather proudly.

"Excellent! I can guarantee that if you use this trick in an official tournament, it will be 100% stinking for 10,000 years, and His Majesty will even strip you of your title of nobility. Blanco gritted his teeth and replied, holding his injured "balls".

Looking at the other party's embarrassed expression, Zhang Chengcheng couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to use it at the tournament, I just want you to judge, if I pick up my sword now and go to a duel with an ordinary person, what are the chances of winning?"

"It's hard to say, I personally think most people will have a hard time blocking your kick. What, are you in any trouble?" Blanco asked, struggling to his feet, rather concerned.

"No, no, that's all for today's swordsmanship, I've got the answer I wanted. With that, Zhang Cheng threw the wooden sword aside and continued to fiddle with the gadgets on the table.

Seeing that his employer didn't plan to reveal the news, Blanco didn't force it, owed slightly, and then turned around and left the room.

As soon as he left on his front foot, Zhang Cheng changed into a gray cloak on his back foot, and at the same time took a sword and a bag of golden dragons, and quietly slipped out of the back door, heading straight for the direction where King's Landing City Prison was located.

Two days earlier, he had contacted the warden and negotiated a price, and all he had to do was pay and kill the culprit in the lowest cell of the prison.