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Seeing that his employer didn't intend to reveal the news, Blanco didn't force him, he bowed slightly, then turned and left the room.

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

As early as two days ago, he had already contacted the warden and negotiated the price. The next thing to do was to pay the money, and then kill the criminals in the lowest cell of the prison.

Chapter 99 The Dungeon

The dungeon of Junlin City is located on both sides of the moat. It is a place that makes people feel creepy at first glance. You can often hear miserable wailing or crazy laughter, whether it is a local resident or an outsider. , usually as far away as possible, only those illegal businessmen who secretly do slave business will frequent this place.

Zhang Cheng, who covered himself with a cloak, walked carefully through the dark tunnel, and tapped on the iron fence lightly.

boom! boom! boom!

"Who are you?" A guard came up and asked with two pale gray eyes.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I brought this." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng lifted up the pocket full of golden dragons and shook it twice vigorously.

Hearing the sound of gold colliding, the guard's face immediately showed an undisguised joy, without even saying a word of nonsense, he quickly opened the fence and smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Come with me, sir."

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng calmly stuffed a golden dragon into the opponent's palm.

After a few days of in-depth understanding, he has almost figured out the situation of the garrison in King's Landing City - "Golden Robe", which can basically be described as corruption.

Because they have lived in big cities full of temptations for a long time, they are very similar to the Forbidden Army of the Song Dynasty. Many of them have lost their fighting consciousness, and their minds are full of how to make money instead of improving their fighting ability.

Especially the [-] or so people in charge of guarding the dungeon, colluded from top to bottom, and sold common criminals who had no money and no power to slave traders, and made a lot of profits from it.

Anyway, there are as many poor people in the slums as there are, and more than one-fifth of them have committed the crime of theft. It is not easy to catch them...

The two walked through the gloomy and damp corridor one after the other, and soon came to a hall with a brazier. Because it was at the bottom, there were no windows, and it looked particularly depressing and dull. In the middle of the hall sat a slightly A well-fed middle-aged man.

When he found someone coming in, he immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword vigilantly: "Who is it?"

"Your Excellency the warden, this gentleman has brought a large bag of money, and he probably intends to discuss business with you." The guard hurriedly took a step forward and explained.

"A big bag of money?" There was a hint of greed in the warden's eyes, and he immediately put on a smiling expression. "Please sit down, I like to talk about business. But before the official start, can I see your sincerity?"

The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth were slightly raised, and a sneer flashed that could not be detected, followed by a nod: "Yes, please see."

The voice just fell!

He directly threw the bag full of golden dragons onto the table.

Whoa!

Because the bag was not tied tightly, more than 50 golden dragons were scattered all at once, emitting a yellow-orange light.

Gudong!

The warden swallowed his saliva, and quickly rushed forward to count them one by one. After two or three minutes, he raised his head and bowed in an almost obsequious manner: "Dear sir, please allow me to help myself You have expressed enough sincerity for the unreasonable apology just now. Now please state your request, and I promise that as long as we have it here, I will be able to satisfy you."

Don't think that fifty golden dragons are rare.

After the conqueror died that year, Ines succeeded to the throne. The armed sons of warriors and poor people from the sect of the Church of the Seven Gods rebelled. The scalp of a silver deer.

Although this happened many years ago, the continent of Westeros has neither opened the age of great exploration, nor has large open-pit gold and silver deposits that can be mined, and the inflation rate of the precious metal currency itself is negligible. , so even today it still has quite strong purchasing power.

Fifty golden dragons are almost enough to buy all the prisoners in the entire dungeon.

Zhang Cheng ignored the other party's flattery, lifted his hood slightly to reveal his true colors, and said in a low voice: "I think we have negotiated terms before, please fulfill the agreement now. Remember, what I want are those real criminals , don’t take the poor people in the flea nest to make up the number.”

"It's you?!" The warden shuddered violently.

He will never forget the mysterious man who broke into his bedroom without anyone knowing it a few nights ago.

"Yes, it's me, what's the problem?" Zhang Cheng stared at the other party with threatening eyes.

"No! No!" The warden hurriedly shook his head desperately, followed by shouting to the guards beside him, "Damn it! What are you doing standing there! Go and empty the cell at the bottom floor! Then choose fifty heavy-duty prisoners!" The criminals were sent over one by one."

"Yes!"

Although the guard was a little puzzled by his boss's fierce reaction, he obediently responded.

In the blink of an eye, the deepest room in the dungeon was cleaned up, followed by a healthy young man who had committed a murder and was brought in.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he found Zhang Cheng waiting there. He quickly turned around and asked the jailer, "Damn it! Who is this guy? Why isn't he wearing shackles? And he still has a sword in his hand?"

"Shut up! Stretch out your hands and feet!" the jailer urged impatiently.

"What the hell are you doing?" the young man murmured, obediently sticking his hands and feet out of the cage.

Without saying a word, the jailer opened the lock and took off the shackles, turned around and disappeared at the end of the dark tunnel.

Looking at the bewildered opponent, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, threw another ordinary iron sword over, and ordered loudly: "Pick it up! Pick it up and fight with me! As long as you can beat me, I will fight against you!" It will set you free, but if you lose, your end will be death."

"What... what?!" The young man was obviously taken aback.

"Sorry, I've already said the rules once, and I don't want to repeat them a second time. After three numbers I'll start my attack. Three...two...one..."

With the last word blurted out, Zhang Cheng swung his weapon and stabbed the opponent's throat.

His movements were fast and ruthless, completely aiming to kill with one blow.

"Damn! You crazy!" The young man cursed and picked up his long sword to try to parry.

But he made a mistake, exactly the same mistake as Blanco's, that is, he only paid attention to the sharp blade and ignored the insidious and deadly kick.

next second...

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

The young man screamed and clamped his legs, and his whole body fell into a state of stagnation. Before he could recover, a cold light pierced into his eye sockets in an instant.

puff!

Dazzling blood and brain matter slowly flowed out from the eye sockets, and then fell to the ground with a plop, swallowing his last breath.

Zhang Cheng took out the parchment and glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw the number 1/50 appear in the column of task--swordsmanship.

Chapter 100 Darkguard

There is no hesitation, no hesitation, there is only a strong desire for power...

After confirming that killing the criminals could complete the task, Zhang Cheng completely transformed into the messenger of death, killing one prisoner after another mercilessly. In just over an hour, the floor of the lowest cell was covered with dark red blood plasma .

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

Looking at the terrified expressions on the faces of the guards waiting outside, one could tell that he might have classified Zhang Cheng into the category of abnormal and insane.