"Is there only one thousand eighteen hundred golden dragons?" Zhang Cheng questioned with a smirk.

Although he had never seen a golden dragon so far, judging from the fact that the "Hound Dog" alone could take away the 40,000 reward for the champion of the tournament, a golden dragon would definitely not weigh much.

In addition, the minting of precious metal currency will inevitably be mixed with some common metals such as lead, iron, copper, etc., and the blending of conscience points is about one-tenth to one-seventh, and the black-hearted ones can even be blended with nearly one-quarter or more.

This means that the gold nuggets placed on the table are conservatively estimated to cast about 4,000 to 6,000 gold dragons.

After all, King's Landing's metal smelting and casting capacity is still at a relatively backward level, and it is difficult to give a clear proportion of how much loss will be in the middle.

And "Little Finger" is good, he actually wants to use 1,800 golden dragons to send him away, and he eats more than twice the net profit, which is extremely black-hearted.

If it weren't for the fact that spending directly with gold would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, he wouldn't even say a word of nonsense, just turn around and leave.

Apparently realizing that the young man sitting across from him was by no means one of those petty traders who were easily deceived, let alone a bandit and pirate who was trading without a capital, he immediately smiled and asked, "So how much do you think it should be?"

"I think 3,000 gold dragons is a very suitable price. Zhang Cheng gave his psychological price without thinking.

"Three thousand, no, no, no, my young friend, you are too greedy to realize that this is no ordinary transaction. I'm sure if you take this gold to the market to buy something, within three days at most, someone will start looking for you in trouble. But if you sell the gold to me, then these troubles will cease to exist. Since the eighteen hundred golden dragon can't satisfy you, I might as well raise it a little more, how about two thousand four hundred golden dragons?" Berishing quietly threatened, and took a slight step away.

Regarding the hint of "Little Finger", Zhang Cheng smiled contemptuously, a trace of violet light flashed in his pupils, and then with the help of arcane energy, he instantly shaped a square gold brick into a delicate little dagger, and then stood up and whispered a warning in the other party's ear: "Count Petyr Berish, please don't play your tricks in front of me, and don't think that no one knows what you have done." You know that there are always some incredible powers in this world, such as dragons, and magic ......."

With that, he said that the dagger was gently placed on the table.

Baerichie carefully picked up the golden dagger and stroked the delicate notches on it, his face full of disbelief.

It took a full minute for him to come back to his senses and ask in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure, "Are you a wizard?" I heard that the Temple of Immortals in Quells City is inhabited by a small number of people with extraordinary abilities, could you be one of them?"

"Wizard of Quells, hehe, no, please don't compare me to that trash. Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended to be no one in his eyes and shook his head. "True magic is not just an ethereal prophecy, nor is it a horror story to scare children. It can be fire, it can be frost, it can be lightning, it can be enough to crush all enemies head-on. ”

"Powerful and incredible...... Belixi muttered to himself, and finally took a deep breath and agreed, "Well, just as you said, three thousand golden dragons." But with one proviso, you have to tell me why you're here in King's Landing, and for what purpose?"

"Purpose? If I said I was here for a martial arts tournament, you wouldn't believe it, would you?" Zhang Cheng returned to his seat and shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Hahahaha! You're so humorous. I'll admit that you may have some incredible power, but once you're in the arena, even the weakest competitor can easily defeat you. Bai Lixi glanced at Zhang Cheng's thin body and laughed and teased.

"Don't be so sure, Count. Why don't we make a bet?" Zhang Cheng deliberately pretended not to admit defeat and invited him.

Berry nodded nonchalantly: "No problem! Tell me, what to bet on, and how much is the bet?"

"How about betting on this tournament spear competition? If I don't win, then I'll do what I can for you for free, whatever it is. But if I win the final championship, you promise to do what you can for me for free. Zhang Cheng quietly dug a big hole for the other party.

Although with his current physical fitness, let alone resist the frontal impact of the cavalry spear, I am afraid that a slightly more robust farmer can pull him off his horse.

However, according to the task given by the parchment, swordsmanship, he only needs to kill fifty opponents to instantly obtain a melee class template, plus protective magic and simple armor weapon enchantments, no one will want to hit him.

"Oh, you seem to be quite confident?" the cunning Berissie did not immediately give an affirmative reply, but continued to probe the details.

He always had a hunch that the mysterious young man in front of him seemed to know what he was planning.

"I've always been very confident. Well, do you want to take a gamble. Oh, by the way, if it's convenient, buy me a noble title by the way. It is believed that there are many descendants of down-and-out nobles who are willing to give up their family and family names in exchange for a good reward. Zhang Cheng was not polite at all, and directly began to use the complex and huge network behind "Little Finger".

Staring at the two gray-green, Berishi seemed to want to see through the true face of the opponent hidden under the false disguise, and after about ten seconds, he replied with a smile: "Okay! I bet! But the nobility is a little troublesome, I suggest you spend a little more money to settle it all at once, and save trouble in the future." ”

"How much does it take to spend more? Is two hundred golden dragons enough?"

Between impostors, Zhang Cheng has already had one experience, so he is also familiar with the road.

Anyway, in the context of the Middle Ages, where transportation and communication were extremely inconvenient like A Song of Ice and Fire, if you want to find out if a person is yourself, you don't have to worry about it for months or even years, don't expect to get any results, and you don't need to worry at all.

"Give me five hundred golden dragons, and I will give you a knighthood without any dispute, and promise that even if you use it to participate in the tournament, you will not show any flaws. Berishing clearly saw that Zhang Cheng needed this noble title very much, and decisively fired the high price.

"Deal! Now pay me two thousand five hundred gold dragons, and all the gold ingots on the table will be yours, Lord Earl. Zhang Cheng didn't plan to dwell too much on money, so he quickly agreed.

In fact, if it weren't for the strong constraints on the power of magic, he wouldn't have to worry about money at all, he would have only needed to build a few enchanted weapons or armor, and he would have made a huge profit in no time......