Casting spells

"As you wish." The killer bent down and bowed, and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

But just as he was about to leave through the secret passage behind the brothel, he suddenly saw a hand appearing around the corner, holding a silver disc-shaped device in it.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he immediately felt a strange red light hit his eyes, and then his whole body began to be in a trance, unconsciously losing vigilance.

Obviously, this disc is nothing but the charm pocket watch that he got from Kane not long ago.

Since it is a constant spell, it has not been affected at all and can still be used normally.

"Tell me, what did Littlefinger ask you to do?" Zhang Cheng walked out slowly and asked meaningfully.

"Surveillance! He asked me to spy on you!" The killer replied with dull eyes.

"Oh? Just surveillance?" Zhang Cheng subconsciously frowned.

Based on what he knew about Baelish, it would be strange if the other party didn't take some action after seeing the power of magic with his own eyes.

"Yes! He also asked me to place a few eyeliners around you to secretly collect all your preferences and living habits, and think you are a very useful pawn."

Under the control of the spiritual succubus, the killer undoubtedly regarded Zhang Cheng as the person closest to him, and chose to betray his original master without any hesitation.

After hearing this sentence, a mocking smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face immediately, and he said to himself: "After seeing the power that I can't understand, I still have such thoughts. I should praise you for your courage, or not?" How about you, dear Lord Petyr Baelish? Let us wait and see who is whose chess piece, and who is the one who manipulates the chess pieces..."

The voice just fell!

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then quickly turned around to leave the narrow passage, and returned to the noisy street.

When the distance exceeded the control range of the pocket watch, the killer snapped back to his senses and began to scan the surroundings with a vigilant gaze, but soon fell into confusion again.

You don't need to ask, this poor guy doesn't remember what happened just now, and in the end he can only continue to carry out the order given by "Littlefinger" in confusion.

Zhang Cheng, who was hiding in the crowd, saw everything in his eyes, smiled and said in a low voice: "The game has started now, hasn't it?"

At the same time, Baelish who was sitting in the room had just received a piece of information from the north.

After simply flipping through the pages, he pursed his lips and sighed: "Caitlin, my love, I never thought that after so many years, you still haven't changed at all. But unfortunately, no matter what you do this time, it will be irreparable." Ed's fate. Because the chaos I planned is about to kick off, and it will become my ladder to power. My dear, the game of power has begun..."

Chapter 98 "Eggy"'s Sorrow

As the day when the Prime Minister's Martial Arts Competition officially starts is getting closer, a large number of foreign people have flooded into the entire King's Landing City, which has brought huge pressure to the already poor law and order. Prices climbed steadily.

Leaving aside other places, the house that Zhang Cheng just bought has been patronized by three waves of thieves in a row, the youngest of which is only eleven or twelve years old, and they all come from a slum named "Flea Nest". Children who didn't grow up.

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

Seeing these skinny little fellows kneeling on the ground, he sighed helplessly and said: "Give them something to eat, and then let them go. Remember, Derry, don't disturb such trivial things in the future." Me, you can handle it yourself."

"Yes, Sir, you are a kind man." A middle-aged man in his 40s put his hands on his chest and bowed.

As a professionally trained housekeeper, he has faithfully performed his duties since the day he took office, and managed the huge yard in an orderly manner without any mistakes.

"Very well, let's go and do your work. By the way, inform Blanco that it's time for sword training." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng ignored his butler and continued to fiddle with the bottles and jars on the table.

With the start-up capital of [-] golden dragons, he disguised himself as a son of a nobleman who came from afar in just a few days, not only bought a house with a large area, but also hired There was a butler, two footmen and four maids.

Most importantly, he hired a powerful mercenary to practice his fighting skills seriously, and planned to kill fifty opponents before the contest started, so as to obtain a melee professional template as soon as possible.

Anyway, the requirement given by the mission is to kill fifty opponents, and there is no strict requirement on what level the opponent needs to reach.

This also means that before the battle begins, the opponent may be seriously injured or starved for a few days.

As for candidates, the robbers, hooligans, hooligans, murderers, and rapists detained in Junlin City Prison are the best targets.

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

In fact, many prisoners in the prison are secretly stuffed into the cabin every year, transported to the remote slave sea, and sold to the slave owners who live there.

About three to five minutes later, an old man wearing leather armor and holding two wooden swords in his arms walked into the room and saluted, "Good afternoon, sir. I once again suggest that you give up the impracticality of participating in the tournament. Because with your skill and talent, it will be very difficult to defeat a qualified veteran even in a few years, let alone a knight with superb martial arts."

"Don't talk nonsense! Let's start today's swordsmanship class directly." Zhang Cheng put down the research at hand, turned around and pulled out a rather heavy training wooden sword.

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

He didn't even put on a standard sword-holding posture, and while waving the wooden sword very casually, he said: "I have taught the basic steps, breathing and parry skills of swordsmanship a few times, let us enter the actual combat stage today. Although I personally think that you should exercise your muscles first, but since you strongly demand it, it doesn't matter, please start attacking now."

"Be careful!"

Zhang Cheng, who never liked to talk nonsense, took a step forward, and swung his first sword from bottom to top in a standard low hand start.

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

"Good job! But it's not enough!" Blanco effortlessly defuses the attack with a backhand press

However, he didn't take the opportunity to launch a counterattack. He just took a step back and continued to stand still 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, let alone be restricted by the so-called standard posture.

After the first round of attack failed, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, showing a sly smile, and then he raised the wooden sword high and made a vigorous chopping movement.

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

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

This time, his movements were fast and fierce, leaving no time for his opponent to react at all.

next second...

boom!

"Ah!!!!!! Damn...damn it!"

Blanco clutched his lower body and fell to his knees in pain, with a distorted expression on his face.

You don't need to ask, he must be in pain right now, so painful that he can't even hold his 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 swordsmanship teacher?" Zhang Cheng asked quite proudly.

"Great! I can guarantee that if you use this trick in a formal martial arts tournament, it will be [-]% notorious, and His Majesty the King will even directly deprive you of your title of nobility." Blanco gritted his teeth while covering his injured "ball".

Looking at the other party's embarrassing expression, Zhang Chengcheng couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to use it in the martial arts competition, I just want you to judge, if I pick up the sword now Go to a duel with an ordinary person, what are the chances of winning?"

"It's hard to say. I personally think that most people would find it difficult to block your kick just now. Why, did you encounter any trouble?" Blanco struggled to stand up and asked with concern.

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