Chapter 102

Gently took off the cold iron helmet, Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, allowed the cool breeze to blow across his cheeks, turned over, jumped off the irritable horse, bent down, picked up a handful of clear river water and washed his face.

Just as he was about to stand up, Blanco suddenly came out of the dark corner, stroked his chest with one hand and saluted respectfully: "Congratulations, sir. I believe that after today, your reputation will be heard throughout the seven kingdoms. Soon, those high nobles will come one after another and offer an irresistible and attractive offer. All you have to do is choose the most suitable one among all visitors..."

"How long have you been waiting here?" Zhang Chengtou asked without looking back.

"Not long, just a few minutes." Blanc smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Although I don't know what you did to make the magic mountain lose its resistance, I realized that the battle was over from the moment the long sword pierced into his eyes. Maybe he was a brave soldier, but he was as fragile as a baby in front of your wisdom."

"Oh? Is it so obvious?" Zhang Cheng stood up and turned to look at the old mercenary.

The latter first nodded, then shook his head, and explained in a low voice: "How to say, the reason why I can clearly see this is based on my understanding of your martial arts. With your strength and reaction speed, it is theoretically impossible to catch the full blow of the power warrior of magic mountain. However, in the eyes of outsiders, I'm afraid they will only think you are superior. In addition, I'm a little curious. What's the matter with your armor? It bears He was hit several times, but he didn't even have a dent? "

"Ha ha! Blanc, before I answer these questions, please tell me, are you trustworthy?" Zhang Cheng asked with a laugh.

He could feel that the other party was not just here to congratulate himself, but there were other attempts.

"Sir, I'm just a humble mercenary. I'm despised by the nobles. I can barely feed myself by killing with my sword. Do you think a guy like me will be a spy trained by some big people? What's more, I'm too old to wield weapons in another five or six years. I'm eager to settle down and have a pension If circumstances permit, I also want to marry a wife and have children. As long as you promise to meet these, I am willing to offer my loyalty. "

With that, Blanco knelt on one knee, took out his sword, picked it up with both hands, and lowered his head in a very serious manner.

Zhang Cheng grabbed the weapon, which was not sure how much blood was stained, put it on the shoulder of the old mercenary, and said expressionless, "in the name of Mason Aspen, I accept your loyalty. But uglification said that in front, if I find that you make any betrayal, what will happen next will be very terrible, even far more than death itself."

"I swear I will never betray you," Blanco promised without hesitation.

"Very good!" Zhang Cheng casually inserted his sword into the scabbard of the other party's waist, followed by pointing to the irritable horse behind him. "A task for you is to get rid of this horse. Remember, what I want is to clean up completely and never leave any trace, okay?"

"As you wish..." the old mercenary quickly realized that this was a small test, so he agreed immediately..

In the blink of an eye, he dragged the extremely uncooperative horse to disappear at the scene of the martial arts competition.

About half an hour or so, he returned to his place wet all over and reported in a tired tone: "Sir, I sank your horse and a boat into the deep sea. In a few days at most, its body will be eaten by fish and shrimp, and no one can find the so-called trace."

"Sink into the sea? Although it's not the best way, it's handled well." Zhang Cheng showed a satisfied expression on his face, then took out his own enchanted sword and handed it to the other party. "Take it, take off your leather gloves, and you'll soon understand why Gregor krigon lost."

Blanco wiped the sea water on his beard, took the sword without saying a word, and carefully touched the body with his fingers.

In an instant!

A strong current passed into his body through his skin. He trembled violently, fell heavily to the ground with a plop, and failed to get up for a long time.

Zhang Cheng bent down to pick up his sword, smiled and joked, "how do you feel? This is power! A power that most people can't understand - magic. I can tell you, including this long sword, the crazy horse and the armor I wear, are not ordinary goods."

After three or five minutes, the fear of paralysis gradually disappeared. The old mercenary struggled to stand up with a trace of fear and awe in his eyes.

After a little calming, he asked, "do you mean you can make these powerful weapons and armor?"

"Making weapons and armor? No, no, no, I'm not a blacksmith. Making weapons and armor is not what I'm good at. Well, let's stop here about mutual understanding. We have plenty of time in the future, don't we? Now, send a message for me." Zhang chengmingxian didn't trust the old mercenary very much and resolutely stopped the topic.

As a person who has a deep understanding of the world of the song of ice and fire, he won't believe in anything like the oath of allegiance. The only thing that can really drive a person to work hard is interest.

A person will never give real trust to another person until he confirms what he really wants in his heart.

"To whom? To whom?" Blanco stared in surprise.

"Give it to James Lannister, the regicide, and tell him that I will wait for him by the sea outside the city before sunset tonight." Zhang Cheng casually put the seal ring symbolizing aristocratic status into each other's palm and turned to his residence.

Blanco stood there alone for a few seconds, quickly recovered, and whispered, "send a letter to the Lannister family? Is there anything hidden in it?"

With a lot of questions and puzzles, he simply cleaned his clothes, walked quickly into the field, and secretly approached the regicide who was preparing to play when no one was paying attention.

But before he got close to within twenty steps, James immediately drew out his weapon and shouted, "who? Who are you?"

"I'm very sorry to disturb you, sir, but my master asked me to take a message to you. Go to the seaside outside the city before sunset today. He will wait for you there."

With these words, the old mercenary put the ring on the ground, bowed slightly, then retreated slowly, and finally disappeared at the corner of the tent