Spellcasting Gods

"Is the agreement we reached before still valid?" Varys seemed unafraid of death, instead forcing a smile as he continued to ask.

Zhang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded: "It works! Oldtown has been destroyed, including all the residents, the noble coalition, and the Tower of Babel. I will personally go to Highgarden later to make the Tyrell family a thing of the past. Daenerys Targaryen, whom you support, will be crowned queen in King's Landing, and I will be her temporary legal husband."

“Excellent! In that case, what are you waiting for? Kill me! Oh, and don’t forget to send our old friend Lord Baelish over quickly, I’ll be lonely without him.” Varys spread his arms, striking a pose as if embracing death.

He looked so happy, as if dying was something he had been looking forward to for a long time...

Chapter 0254 Departure

Varys is dead...

He died so quietly...

Aside from the two individuals involved, no third person knows...

Standing on the balcony of the room at the highest point of the Red Keep, Zhang Cheng, dressed in a magnificent suit, could still seem to feel the complex emotions he had when he crushed the other's heart with necromancy. Varys's face, full of relief, would occasionally appear before his eyes.

As someone who considers the pursuit of power as his ultimate goal, he cannot understand why anyone would actively embrace death instead of trying to escape it.

After all, living is a strong desire etched deep in the human subconscious, and almost nothing else can compare with it. Only when subjected to strong external stimuli can one have a brief suicidal thought.

Varys was clearly not in this situation; he faced death with such calmness, as if he had foreseen his end long ago.

Just as Zhang Cheng was being troubled by some inexplicable emotion, he suddenly felt a hand gently resting on his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that Daenerys had been standing behind him at some point.

The girl, who had just been crowned as the queen of the seven kingdoms, was wearing a milky white low-cut dress, showing off her petite but exceptionally perky breasts. The hem of the dress was adorned with a large number of pearls, which appeared so pure and flawless in the firelight. Coupled with a face that people described as having "inhuman beauty", it was likely that any physiologically normal man would be captivated by her.

"Good evening, Your Majesty. Shouldn't you be down here attending the banquet and calming down those nobles who are as frightened as birds in distress?" Zhang Cheng quickly changed his demeanor, smiling and bowing slightly.

“Didn’t you leave early too? Besides, I’d much rather know more about my husband than those sycophantic nobles. Just a few hours ago, we exchanged vows, but as his wife, I find I know almost nothing about you.” Daenerys said as she stepped closer, tilting her head back to gaze at the young man before her with her captivating violet eyes.

She never understood why the other party had rejected her invitation without hesitation when she possessed dragons, an army, and a city, but after she lost everything, the other party was willing to do everything in their power to help her reclaim the Iron Throne.

"Heh! You know me? Are you sure this is a wise choice?" Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and asked with a half-smile.

"How will you know if it's wise if you don't try? Do you think I'm that unattractive?" Daenerys winked playfully.

In fact, since returning to King's Landing, this was the fifth time she had tried to bridge the gap between the two through open conversations, and she had even hinted several times that she wanted to turn this superficial marriage of convenience into a real one.

Unfortunately, every effort ultimately resulted in alienation and rejection.

Today, on this momentous day that marks both her coronation and her wedding, she wants to make one last attempt, whether to stabilize the turbulent situation within the Seven Kingdoms or for her own future happiness.

Zhang Cheng wasn't a fool; he naturally understood the other party's repeated hints. He raised his hand to stroke the girl's silver-gold hair, then shook his head slightly: "No, quite the opposite, I think you're very charming. But the problem is you need to understand that many times a deal is just a deal. It's best not to mix too much personal emotion and desire into it, as they will cloud your judgment. I mentioned before that after the deal is completed, I will be traveling to a faraway place, so instead of wasting your time on me, you'd be better off trying to win over the nobles attending the banquet."

"Travel? Give up all rights, territories, and wealth? Are you serious?" Daenerys's face showed disbelief.

“That’s right! I’ve always been serious! Here, this is my seal ring and a handwritten letter. With these two, you will gain the allegiance of all the lords in the Reach. Since the three most influential families in the Reach, Tyrell, Hightower, and Florent, no longer exist, with just a little effort, you can firmly grasp this most prosperous land in Westeros. Add to that the royal territories around King’s Landing, and you will be a true queen.” As he spoke, Zhang Cheng placed the prepared items on the table.

Without any hesitation or reluctance, he handed over the symbol of power, the ring, as if he were casually throwing away trash.

Daenerys carefully picked up the metal ring, then read the letter again, finally asking in bewilderment, "Why?"

Zhang Cheng smiled and shrugged, replying, "To pursue power, my dear Your Majesty. Everyone has different ideals and pursuits. Some pursue power, some pursue money, some pursue fame, and some pursue enjoyment. But I chose knowledge and power. Other things, including wealth, money, and power, are just tools for acquiring power in my eyes. Now that I have what I wanted, they are no longer useful."

"When do you plan to leave?" Daenerys frowned instinctively and continued to press for an answer.

She knew that the nobles were willing to acknowledge themselves as the rightful heirs to the Iron Throne not because of their Targaryen blood, but because they feared Mason Aspen, who had supported their ascension to the throne.

The marriage between the two, in particular, dispelled many people's ambitions to seize power, and even the Martell family, who had made outstanding contributions in the raid on King's Landing, did not take the opportunity to make any excessive demands.

But if her "husband" suddenly disappears, the previously calm situation may once again become turbulent.

“Tomorrow! I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning. Don’t worry, I’ll have Kuro Kerba stay behind to help you stabilize the situation.” With that, Zhang Cheng waved towards the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a huge object descended from the sky and gently landed on the eaves next to the balcony.

With its sharp claws and powerful tail, the dragon firmly anchored itself to the side of the castle, its two beast-like vertical pupils patiently awaiting its master's command.

Daenerys reached out her right hand and gently touched the dragon's sensitive nose. Seeing that it did not show any obvious rejection, she quickly relaxed, turned her head and smiled, saying, "You have done so much for me, how should I repay you? Why don't we spend this last night together?"

The words had barely left his mouth!

She simply ripped off the straps of her dress, letting it slowly slide down her body...

The maids guarding the door saw this and immediately retreated to close the door. A short while later, sounds that made them blush could be heard coming from under the door...

Chapter 0255 Return

Some say that New York at night is always dominated by endless desires and sins, and in places where the colorful neon lights don't reach, you would never imagine that anything terrible is happening.

As a young girl born in the Bronx, Camilla's daily task is to dress herself up sexy and beautiful, then stand at the alley entrance to lure slightly drunk but well-dressed rich men, and it would be even better if she were wearing a wedding ring.

Once the other person walks in and starts getting sexually aroused and touching her, her two brothers will suddenly rush out, frantically taking pictures while waving baseball bats to threaten him.

The purpose of this is simple: to coerce or entice the other party into handing over their cash and valuables.

After all, most adult men with decent jobs and a certain social status would not want to get involved in a sex scandal, let alone have their families and careers affected by it, and would most likely choose to pay money to settle the matter.

Of course, the most important thing is that Camilla is only fourteen years old this year, and strictly speaking, she is still a minor girl, making her easily susceptible to favor from the law, the media, and public opinion.

With this skill, she not only successfully improved her family's impoverished situation, but also led her two brothers down a path of no return.

It's important to understand that, aside from a very few wealthy areas like Manhattan, most of New York City is home to gangs, which signify the division of territory and power.

Such illegal and criminal activities inevitably require paying tribute to local gangs wherever they go in exchange for their tolerance and protection. Otherwise, a young and beautiful girl like Camilla would have been dragged into a dark corner and gang-raped long ago if she dared to go out at night, and then thrown out onto the street to work as a prostitute after they were done with her.

Camilla was undoubtedly well aware of this, so she never missed a payment of her share.

But for some reason, she stood in the cool breeze for more than three hours today, and no suitable target appeared. Her face was full of anxiety and frustration.

Because if she returned empty-handed before dawn, it meant she wouldn't be able to pay the protection money. Not being able to pay the protection money meant the gang leader who ruled the area might use it as an excuse to either increase the amount of protection money or force her to do things she didn't want to do, such as prostitution.

In short, in this place that exists on the fringes of the law, any horrific crime can occur.

Just as the girl was about to risk hailing a taxi on the street several times, one of her brothers suddenly ran over, pointed to the corner of the alley behind them, and whispered, "Sis! Look! There's someone there!"

Following the direction the strong young man was pointing, Camilla saw a handsome man with slightly pale skin, wearing an expensive light gray tailcoat, slowly walking towards the roadside.

He wore a bow tie and carried an exquisite cane. His gait was both casual and elegant, like that of a Renaissance nobleman, exuding an air of innate nobility.

Although she wasn't entirely sure of the man's identity, the girl quickly deduced that the young man in front of her was definitely well-educated and extremely wealthy; even the slightly outdated leather shoes he wore were worth more than a month's income for her.

"Damn it! This is a fat sheep! Get ready!" The experienced Camilla quickly gave the order to her brother.

Girls like her, who have lived in chaotic, impoverished neighborhoods for over a decade, have long since given up on their "Cinderella" dreams of meeting their "Prince Charming." They have only one thought in their minds: to desperately earn money to change their fate.

"OK! Leave it to us!" The boy grinned wickedly, then turned and hid in a dark corner not far away.

After noticing that her brothers were all hidden, Camilla quickly unbuttoned the two rows of clasps at the neckline of her shirt, revealing her rather large, snow-white breasts. Then, she took a deep breath, put on her eight-centimeter high heels, and pretended to accidentally lose her balance and bump into the other man's arms.

The pale-skinned man seemed to sense something, a playful smile playing on his lips. He gentlemanly opened his arms to support the girl, then said with a double meaning, "Be careful, beautiful and lovely girl. It's getting late, and many terrible things happen at night, so you should hurry home and go to bed instead of wandering around outside alone."

"I...I'm sorry!" Noticing the strange light gleaming in the other person's eyes, Camilla felt a sudden chill and completely forgot what she was supposed to do next.

However, her forgetting doesn't mean her two brothers forgot as well.

Two boys, believing they had caught a big fish, immediately blocked the entrance and exit of the alley from the front and back.

One of them expertly pulled out a camera and started snapping photos incessantly, while the other, wielding a sturdy baseball bat, shouted, "Hey! Guy! You'd better let my sister go right now! Hand over all your cash and valuables! Otherwise, these photos will be mailed to your home, your company, and the police station tomorrow!"

"Oh? And then?" the pale-skinned man asked nonchalantly.

"Fuck! Are you an idiot? Think about your reputation, your family, and your job! If you don't want to lose them, do as I say!" the boy snapped impatiently.

"Hahaha! Interesting! Absolutely fascinating! I never imagined the world would change so drastically after I woke up. Even such young human children have learned to use fraud to acquire wealth. Unfortunately, children, I must inform you that you have chosen the wrong target. Besides, I happen to be a little hungry, so I'll trouble you to become my food..."

The words had barely left his mouth!

The man, dressed in a clearly outdated style, suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and his pupils gleamed with a blood-red light.

He didn't even give the two boys time to react before his entire body left a blur in the air.

next second...

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"No! No! No! Don't come any closer! Monster... monster!"

With terrified screams, the two boys convulsed and breathed their last.

Their bodies were as pale as paper; it was obvious without asking that all the blood in their bodies had been drained.

After doing all this, the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the corner of his mouth. He turned around and said to the girl who was still terrified, "You know what? I have a bad habit. I usually like to save the main course for last. The sweetness of virgin blood is incomparable to any other kind of blood. I thank the great progenitor for sending you to me, so that I can taste a delicious feast after I wake up."

Having said that, he casually tossed aside the white handkerchief stained with red spots and went straight to Camilla.

Before he could even open his mouth to bite the other's fair and slender neck, a chilling force suddenly tore through space, creating a terrifying passage. A few seconds later, a figure emerged from the passage.

Compared to the pale-skinned man, the young man who had just appeared was dressed even more outrageously, not only wearing clothes that could only be seen in medieval films and television shows, but also carrying a glittering staff.

Chapter 0256 Silencing

"Good evening! Beautiful lady, and handsome vampire gentleman. Could you please tell me where I am? If it's convenient, it would be best if you could also tell me what day it is today?" The young man holding the staff asked politely in English.

He showed no surprise or fear at the pale corpse on the ground or the sharp fangs the other party had bared, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

"Who are you? Where do you come from?" The vampire, who had just had a hearty meal, cautiously maintained what he considered a safe distance and asked warily.

While speaking, his strong left hand remained gripping the girl's neck, ready to throw her away at the slightest sign of trouble to buy time for his escape.

As part of the underworld, vampires are far more sensitive to magical energy than werewolves, and some can even use evil necromancy, so it is easy for them to judge the strength of a spellcaster.

Putting aside the terrifying tearing of space, the faint energy resonance in the air alone was enough for the vampire to tell that this suddenly appearing mysterious figure was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

However, the strangely dressed young man didn't seem to care about the vampire's reaction. He looked around at his surroundings, and when his gaze swept across the alley to a convenience store with dim lights, his face showed undisguised surprise.

Through the dirty glass window, he could see the time and date displayed on the digital clock hanging on the wall; a full week had passed since he left.

Clearly, this was none other than Zhang Cheng, who had just returned from the world of A Song of Ice and Fire after a wonderful last night.

It must be said that after months of training, he exudes a calm and composed demeanor from the inside out, and he shows no panic even though the current situation is somewhat unexpected.

After all, last time he went to the world of Azeroth, it only lasted a few days, but this time he went to the world of ice and fire for more than half a year. It is perfectly reasonable for the time to change slightly. If the time does not change at all no matter which world he goes to or how long he stays, then he should start to worry about how terrible the owner behind the parchment is, and whether everything he has experienced is some kind of illusion or reality.

Although most people are subconsciously conservative and resist major changes in their surroundings, for Zhang Cheng, who suffers from a severe lack of security, uncertain changes are actually a good thing. This means that his choices and decisions are not secretly manipulated or induced by anyone, but are entirely based on his own will.

Once he figured out when he left, he turned his attention to the vampires not far away, while the girl being held hostage was coldly ignored.

As an executioner who has personally caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people, he wouldn't care about the life or death of people who are unrelated to him, even if the other party is a young, beautiful, and attractive girl.

The vampire seemed oblivious to this, still believing his hostage to be of considerable value. He slowly retreated, warning in a low voice, "Stand still, wizard. Otherwise, with the slightest pressure, this girl's sexy neck will snap instantly. You wouldn't want to see a young woman die a cold, lifeless death, would you?"