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It won't be long before the two will lose to the Lannister family in the struggle for power, kicking off the prelude to the Clash of Kings.

To some extent, this period is the last peaceful time in Westeros, and it is also the most suitable time to participate in the game of power as a player. After the tournament, the conspiracy and war will continue until the cold winter Advent.

Undoubtedly, the fat man didn't know how terrifying power the seemingly harmless Zhang Cheng possessed, so he continued to boast: "Yes! Tournament! Please believe me, you will never imagine how lively King's Landing will be then .Knights with superb martial arts, respected noble lords, their wives and young and beautiful daughters, as well as endless wine and coquettish prostitutes, I guarantee that as long as you experience it once, you will love it forever on it."

"It sounds interesting, but I want to know, how many days are there before King's Landing?" Zhang Cheng decisively asked the question he was most concerned about.

"If there are no accidents, we can reach the Blackwater River in three days! How about it, do you want to come with us?" Fatty offered the invitation.

Although he doesn't know the identity of the young man in front of him for the time being, judging from his clothes, temperament and belongings, he can't be a dirty farmer.

Because even if the farmer sells himself, he can't buy the pair of black and shiny leather shoes that are worth a lot of money...

Chapter 93 King's Landing

Three days passed in a flash. As the tall and majestic city walls of King's Landing appeared on the horizon, Bill, the businessman driving the carriage, was obviously relieved.

Although the continent of Westeros is relatively peaceful at present, armed groups such as bandits, robbers, and mercenaries have never disappeared. Even if they are close to the traffic arteries of the capitals of the Seven Kingdoms, they will occasionally encounter one or two waves. If you are lucky, you may be able to save your life, but if you are not lucky, even people and goods will be finished.

Therefore, whenever he arrived safely at his destination, he would pray devoutly to the gods to thank the other party for his kind protection.

Seeing the appearance of the fat man muttering words, Zhang Cheng smiled indifferently, silently admiring this huge city that obviously has the style of the Middle Ages and Renaissance on the earth.

According to the descriptions in novels and TV series, King’s Landing should be a city larger than medieval Paris but smaller than Constantinople or ancient Rome, with a permanent population of about 50.

Without the support of modern transportation and transportation systems, this is almost the limit that a densely populated city can accommodate, and any further increase will cause incredible difficulties in administration, security and food supply.

In fact, the rulers of King's Landing City have never really cared about the life and death of the residents in the city, especially the large number of beggars and poor people living in flea nests. Even if they are starved to death on the street, they will not attract the attention of any big shots.

Sensing the huge class contradictions faintly revealed in this city, Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and muttered to himself in an uncertain tone: "Maybe I can guide the hatred a little bit, and then take this opportunity to create an unprecedented chaos. for their own benefit..."

"Sir, what are you mumbling about?" Bill turned around at some point and asked curiously.

After just three days of getting along, he has been convinced by Zhang Cheng's conversation and insight, and firmly believes that the other party is [-]% a child of a nobleman who is traveling abroad, or a young bachelor from the academy city.

Except that the body may suffer from a terrible disease (actually, the onset of magic addiction), everything else is so enviable.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about what to do next." Zhang Cheng maintained his sense of mystery as always.

He is very clear that when he joins the Game of Thrones as a player, whether it is the famous careerist "Littlefinger" Baelish, or the secretive "Octospider" Varys, they will follow along. As the clues begin to be traced step by step, it is only a matter of time before the merchant reveals where he first appeared.

This also means that the less a businessman knows, the easier it is for him to hide himself.

"Hahahaha! As a man, how can you not go to Silk Street when you come to King's Landing." Bill laughed and gave a suggestion.

"Silk Street?" Zhang Cheng repeated in a low voice.

It can be seen from the doubt in his eyes that he doesn't understand what there is to do in a place that sells fabrics.

The fat man licked his lips and explained with a lewd expression: "Silk Street is not a place to sell silk, but a place where beautiful women do business. You only need to pay a few silver deer, and they can serve you comfortably. ...for a man who has had a long journey, there is nothing more relaxing than that."

After hearing this sentence, Zhang Cheng finally understood that Silk Street is actually a red-light district, a place specializing in meat skin business, and he hurriedly refused with a smile: "Hehe, thank you for your kindness, but let's forget it. I plan to find a place first For some money, what do you recommend?"

"Exchange money? What do you want to exchange?" Bill obviously hesitated for a moment.

"Of course it's gold!" Zhang Cheng took out a small gold nugget exuding golden luster from his travel bag without thinking.

Bill hurriedly took it over and inspected it carefully, and even took a bite. After confirming that it was indeed high-purity gold, he immediately exclaimed excitedly: "My God! How much gold like this do you have?"

Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Not much, about 30 yuan, can you help me estimate the price?"

While saying these words, he was very interested in observing the fat man's reaction, as long as he showed a little greed or evil intentions, he would quietly end the other's life before approaching the city gate.

In fact, these gold nuggets were brought back from Azeroth last time, and they didn't have time to deal with them until the team that provided Salas' information asked for gold as a payment.

And this point at hand is left over after paying the reward, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

"Three... three... 30 yuan?!" Bill's voice was visibly trembling.

After all, according to the price situation in Westeros, a golden dragon is equivalent to 210 silver moons and [-] silver stags. Even in King's Landing, where the price is relatively high, one silver stag is enough to eat a good table in the hotel Food and wine, and a lot of copper coins were recovered, and a set of good armor was only about four gold dragons.

Ordinary people work hard for a year, but they may not be able to earn a golden dragon.

30 yuan small gold bricks, each worth at least 30 to [-] golden dragons, [-] yuan is [-] to [-] golden dragons!

Those who can casually spend so much money are either from a prominent family of aristocrats, or wealthy businessmen from the other side of the sea.

All of a sudden, the fat man's eyes changed, and one family name after another kept flashing in his mind, trying to find the facial features that could be associated with the young man in front of him.

But unfortunately, he couldn't find any of them in the end. Only An resisted the greed that was about to move, and returned the gold nuggets with a wry smile: "Sorry, sir, you have too much gold, and I can't eat it with my financial resources." .If you don't mind, I can introduce you to a place."

It wasn't that Bill didn't want to kill Zhang Cheng to seize the gold, but that he knew that since the other party dared to show off his financial resources, he must have the support to protect his property. If he did it rashly, he might be killed immediately.

"Oh? Where?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

"As far as I know, there is a brothel on Silk Street, which is secretly doing gold exchange business. Not only is the price fair, but also it never kills customers because of the amount of gold they bring. If you need it, wait until I finish delivering it. I can take you there personally." As he spoke, Bill showed undisguised expectation.

"No problem, my patience has always been good, not to mention that I can also visit the scenery of Junlin City by the way." Zhang Cheng spread his hands indifferently.

"Then please sit still."

The voice just fell!

The fat man suddenly raised his whip, and lashed the horse's buttocks. The painful horse quickly accelerated its pace, and in the blink of an eye, it passed through the city gate and entered the noisy street...

Chapter 94 King's Landing

"Weapons! Good weapons! Do you want to get a good place in the tournament? Please come and pick a weapon that is handy! We have the best longsword in King's Landing here! The hammer that is invincible! The crossbow that pierces Yang at a hundred steps and longbows!"

"Sir! Come in and see our armor! Mail, plate, leather, studs, knee pads, neck pads, you name it! They'll protect you from harm!"

"Beautiful ladies and gentlemen, please note that the silk from far away overseas has just arrived today. It will not only make you radiant in various banquets, but also take care of your delicate skin."

"Spices! Delicious spices! A small bag costs only three hundred silver stags! You will never find anything more valuable than yours!"

"Great wine from Old Town! Tasting welcome!"

……

Accompanied by endless cries, Zhang Cheng finally saw the true face of this so-called second largest city in Westeros.

Like most medieval-style cities, King’s Landing’s sanitation is not very good. It can even be called dirty and messy. The streets and buildings are completely unplanned, and they are piled up in a mess. From time to time, you can smell pungent feces and urine. taste.

However, due to being close to the sea and the river, the trade is very prosperous. At least there is no sign of turmoil. Bring large tax revenues to the royal family.

Zhang Chenggong was a little puzzled, sitting on such a cornucopia, how could the "Green Hat King" Robert owe a debt of up to 600 million golden dragons.

As long as a few laws to protect and promote maritime trade are promulgated, and a few privateer fleets are funded to burn, kill, loot, and establish colonies, it will not take long for the Westeros continental version of the age of great voyages to begin. Don't worry about money.