There was no hesitation, no hesitation, just a strong thirst for power......

After confirming that the task of killing the criminals could be completed, Zhang Cheng completely turned into the messenger of death, killing one prisoner after another mercilessly, and in just over an hour, the floor of the lowest cell was covered with dark red plasma.

Although most of the corpses had already been dragged away, the pungent smell of blood could not be concealed.

Looking at the frightened expressions on the faces of the guards waiting outside, he probably had classified Zhang Cheng into the category of perverts and psychopaths.

After all, normal people would not spend more than fifty golden dragons to run to the prison to slaughter prisoners, let alone maintain an extremely indifferent attitude after seeing so many deaths, as if they were not killing a living person, but a group of livestock.

Of course, in a way, there was nothing wrong with his thoughts.

Zhang Cheng subconsciously refuses to admit that these worlds really exist, although he is not aware of this, but it is vividly manifested in his attitude towards people, that is, he does not treat people as human beings.

It is estimated that in his eyes, all the current experiences are just a thrilling game, and everyone except himself is an NPC, and the meaning of existence is to provide himself with tasks or experience points required to level up.

It was this strange state of mind that allowed him to have no mental burden at all when he went on a killing spree, because he never regarded the dead guys as his own kind.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

With a violent gasp, Zhang Cheng finally slashed the last prisoner under the sword, leaning against the wall to recover his strength, while looking down at the task on the sheepskin.

I saw that it was written: Task - swordsmanship, kill the opponent 50/50, preliminarily master the basic mercenary swordsmanship, evaluate "opportunistic", and randomly select a melee career template.

Moment!

A disc-shaped pattern printed with various marks suddenly appeared on the paper and began to spin at a breakneck speed.

He doesn't need to ask to know that each mark represents a melee class in a certain world, and he himself doesn't know exactly what it represents.

After only a dozen seconds, the disc slowly stopped, and the black hands rested on a shield pattern with a long sword inserted.

Before Zhang Cheng could figure out what kind of profession this was, a powerful and evil force emerged through the parchment, transforming every inch of the person's muscles and bones.

In the blink of an eye, the originally slightly thin body grew strong muscles, and at the same time, there were many more fighting skills in his mind, as well as the knowledge of skillful use of various weapons and armor.

When all of this was done, a small line of small print quickly appeared on the parchment: "Done at random, you've got the melee class template, the Dark Guard." ”

"Dark Guardian, isn't this an advanced class in the game Neverwinter Nights?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned and muttered in a low voice.

To put it simply, the Dark Guardian is the opposite of the Paladin, the basic class in the Dungeons & Dragons rules.

If the latter is the embodiment of order, goodness, and virtue, then the former are defenders of evil and tyranny, who not only possess powerful melee combat skills, but also can cast many evil spell-like abilities, such as slashing goodness, detecting goodness, summoning purgatory servants, awakening necromancy, dark blessings, demonized weapons, despair aura, and so on.

However, as the most basic Dark Guard, he is not able to use any of the above spell-like abilities for the time being, and has only learned how to poison his weapons.

But compared to before he got the class template, his melee combat ability has undoubtedly been greatly improved, at least now he doesn't have to play those little tricks in the face of a veteran mercenary like Blanco.

Just as he was about to wipe the blood on his sword and prepare to leave, a small line suddenly appeared on the parchment: "Mission-Martial Arts Conference." Use everything at your disposal to win the championship in the upcoming tournament, and if you succeed, you will be able to upgrade the Dark Guardian class to level 2 and reward you with an exclusive set of armor and weapons, and if you fail, you will permanently close the Dark Guardian's subsequent upgrades. ”

"Hmph! Zhang Cheng sneered, took out a golden dragon and threw it to the jailer who had carried the corpse for him for a long time, and then left the eerie dungeon without looking back......

At the same time, Petyr "Littlefinger" Petil Berish was sitting in the room, fiddling with a signet ring symbolizing nobility, and without raising his head, he asked his subordinates standing in front of him: "Are you sure that no one knows about this?"

"Yes, sir. This guy named Mason was forced by life to owe a large amount of debt, and even if anyone noticed something, they would never suspect us. In addition, since his only relative had died three years earlier, it is theorized that no one in King's Landing knew him. The mustachioed man replied in a low voice.

Berishi nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, you did a good job in this matter, now go down and have a good rest, I will pay you later." ”

The man with the two mustaches bent down and bowed: "Thank you for your generosity." But before I leave, let me take the liberty of asking, are you going to sell this hard-won nobility?"

"No, strictly speaking, I didn't sell it, I made an investment. Berish explained with a smile.

"Investment? What do you mean ......"

"Shhhh ”

While saying this, "Littlefinger" had a smile in his eyes, as if he was expecting something.

As a careerist and conspirator, he has always regarded the dead eunuch who secretly collected all kinds of information as a potential adversary and enemy, and now he suddenly found that someone could pose a huge threat to him, how could he not make good use of it.

"Hehe, I see, farewell. ”

The mustache smiled knowingly, turned to leave the room, picked up a prostitute and ran to the second floor, and it didn't take long for a violent snapping sound.

Baerichy touched his chin and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "So dear Varys, how would you react to learning that there is a young man in King's Landing who wields magical powers......?

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly took out a piece of paper, wrote a line of small words on it, and then stuffed it into the letterbox along with the ring, and handed it to the attendant who was squatting at the door.

The latter didn't say a word, and quickly ran to the roof of the building and released a raven.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Cheng, who had just returned to his residence, got the letter box from the housekeeper, opened the sealed lid, and immediately saw the note that read: "My young friend, your name will be Mason Asspring from today onwards, and I will send someone to deliver the details later." ”