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

Just as he was about to stand up, Blanco suddenly stepped out of the dark corner, put one hand on his chest and bowed respectfully: "Congratulations, sir." I believe that after today, your reputation will be resounding in the Seven Kingdoms, and it will not be long before those high-ranking nobles will come one after another, offering attractive terms that are difficult to refuse. All you have to do is pick out the most suitable ...... out of all the visitors"

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

"It didn't take long, it just took a few minutes. Blanco smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Although I don't know exactly what method you used to make the Demon Mountain lose the ability to resist, I knew from the moment the long sword pierced his eye that this battle was over. He may be a fierce warrior, but he is as fragile as a baby in the face of your resourcefulness. ”

"Oh, is it that obvious?" Zhang Cheng stood up and turned to look at the old mercenary.

The latter nodded first, then shook his head again, and explained in a deep voice: "How to say it, 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 force of a power-type warrior like Magic Mountain. But in the eyes of outsiders, I'm afraid they will only think that you are superior. Also, I'm a little curious, what is the matter with your armor, it has been hit several times, but it hasn't even had a dent?"

"Hahahaha! Blanco, 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 him, but had other intentions.

"Sir, I'm just a lowly mercenary, a mercenary who is looked down upon by the nobles, a mercenary who can barely fill his stomach by desperately killing with a sword in his hand. Do you think a guy like me could be a spy trained by some big man? Not to mention that I'm so old that I won't be able to wield a weapon again in five or six years. I long to settle down, to have a place to retire, and if circumstances allow, to have a wife and have children, and I am willing to offer my loyalty as long as you promise to meet these things. ”

As he spoke, Blanco got down on one knee, drew his saber and raised it in both hands, and bowed his head in a very serious manner.

Zhang Cheng grabbed the weapon, which was stained with blood, put it on the old mercenary's shoulder, and said expressionlessly: "In the name of Mason Asplin, I accept your allegiance. But aforeback, if I find any betrayal on your part, what will happen next will be horrible, even far more than death itself. ”

"I swear I will never betray you. Blanco did not hesitate to give assurances.

"Very good!" Zhang Cheng casually inserted the saber into the scabbard of the opponent's waist, and then pointed to the restless war horse behind him. "A task for you, to get rid of this horse. Remember, I want it to be cleaned up thoroughly and leave no traces, you know?"

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

In the blink of an eye, he dragged the extremely uncooperative horse and disappeared into the tournament.

It took about half an hour or so for him to return to his place, wet and wet, and reported in a tired tone: "Sir, I have sunk your horse and a small boat into the depths of the sea, and its carcass will be eaten by fish and shrimp in a few days at most, and no one can find any trace of the so-called so-called." ”

"Sinking into the sea, although it is not the best way, it can be considered a good deal. A satisfied expression appeared on Zhang Cheng's face, and then he took out the long sword he had enchanted with his own hand and handed it to the other party. "Take it, take off your leather gloves, and you'll soon understand the reason for the defeat of Sgregor Cregan. ”

Blanco wiped a handful of seawater from his beard, and without saying a word, he took the sword, carefully touching the blade with his fingers.

In a split second!

A strong electric current was transmitted into his body through his skin, and his whole body trembled violently, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and he couldn't get up for half a day.

Zhang Cheng bent down to pick up the saber and teased with a smile: "How is it, do you feel it? This is power! a power that most people can't understand - magic." I can tell you that this sword, and the mad horse, and the armor I wear, are no ordinary goods. ”

After a full three or five minutes, the terrifying paralysis gradually disappeared, and the old mercenary struggled to his feet, his eyes revealing a trace of fear and awe.

After a moment's pause, he asked, "You mean, you can craft and manufacture these powerful weapons and armor?"

"No, no, no, I'm not a blacksmith, I'm not good at crafting weapons and armor, so let's stop here when it comes to getting to know each other, we have time for the future, aren't we? Zhang Cheng obviously didn't trust the old mercenary very much, so he decisively terminated the topic.

As someone with an in-depth understanding of the world of a song of ice and fire, he doesn't believe in anything like an oath of allegiance, and the only thing that can really drive a person to work hard is one thing - profit.

He will never give a person real trust until he has confirmed what he truly desires in his heart.

"To whom?" Blanco's eyes widened in surprise.

"Give it to Jaime Lannister the Kingkiller, and tell him that I will be waiting for him by the sea outside the city tonight before sunset. Zhang Cheng casually stuffed the seal ring symbolizing the status of nobility into the palm of the other party's hand, turned around and walked towards the residence.

Blanco stood alone for a few seconds, then quickly came back to his senses and muttered in a low voice, "Send a letter to the Lannisters?"

With a stomach full of questions and puzzles, he simply cleaned up his clothes, walked into the arena quickly, and sneaked close to the monarch killer who was preparing to play while no one was paying attention.

But before he could get within twenty paces, Jaime immediately drew his weapon and shouted, "Who? Who are you?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but my host has asked me to bring you a message to the seaside outside the city before sunset to-day, where he is waiting for you. ”

With that, the old mercenary placed the ring on the ground, bowed slightly, and then slowly retreated, finally disappearing into the corner of the tent......