Spellcasting Gods

Finally, I'm giving you only ten days. If you don't receive a clear answer after ten days, I will seek other allies.

After saying this, Zhang Cheng ignored the Queen's unpredictable expression and turned to leave the Red Castle.

He now finally understood why Cersei was so easily hated; her ruthlessness and unscrupulousness were one aspect, but her arrogance was the main reason.

Fortunately, Tywin Lannister is still alive, so it's not the woman's turn to take power.

As Zhang Cheng walked along the narrow corridor of the castle, pondering whether he should activate the backup plan, he suddenly noticed a dark figure following him.

He turned a corner without making a sound, and with lightning speed stretched out his arm and tightly strangled the other person's neck.

"Waaaaah!!" The dark figure struggled incessantly, trying to cry for help.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he struggled, his mouth was gagged.

"Your Highness? What are you doing?"

After seeing the follower's face clearly, Zhang Cheng showed a hint of surprise, and then released his arm.

"Cough cough cough... Damn it! You almost killed me!" Joffrey coughed violently, clutching his throat, his eyes filled with awe and fear.

Zhang Cheng spread his hands innocently: "I'm really sorry, after all, who would have thought that a noble prince would hide like a petty thief?"

Joffrey, unusually, did not attempt to refute. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he immediately raised his head and asked, "I want to know, what exactly did you do to me? Why couldn't the maesters detect anything amiss?"

"Hehe, it seems you haven't given up yet. I can tell you with absolute certainty that no one in this world can break the spell I cast on you, so please don't waste your energy," Zhang Cheng explained with a smile.

"Then...can you teach me?" Joffrey asked cautiously.

After witnessing the incredible visions, he, like most teenagers, was captivated and began trying to acquire this power through various means.

"Oh? Teach you? Why? What's in it for me?" Zhang Cheng stroked his chin with interest.

He knew very well that once this deformed offspring of incest ascended the throne, he would indeed be a valuable pawn, at least until he died, he could make good use of him.

Joffrey glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then lowered his voice and promised, "Once I become king, you can have anything you want!"

"Wait until you become king? How many years will that take? I don't like long waits." Zhang Cheng deliberately shook his head, feigning dissatisfaction.

"No! Not long! At most a few days! I will become king! Wealth! Power! Status! Everything you want, I can give you, as long as you teach me that incredible power!" Joffrey roared with fanaticism.

I don’t know if it’s some kind of recessive genetic disease, but whenever he gets emotional, his skin turns red and he becomes extremely irritable and can’t control himself at all.

Zhang Cheng feigned hesitation for a few seconds before finally nodding reluctantly: "Alright, if you truly become king and are capable of fulfilling your promise, I can teach you some mystical knowledge. But let me make this clear: supernatural powers are highly dependent on talent; whether you can learn them is not my concern..."

Chapter 0116 Entrustment

After reaching an agreement with Joffrey, Zhang Cheng quickly returned to his research, spending his days hiding in his room studying how to hatch dragon eggs, while occasionally taking some time to maintain the ambiguous atmosphere he had created with Elo Tyrell.

In fact, as time went by, he began to feel an unknown energy slowly filling the air.

Although extremely rare, even a tiny amount would be as conspicuous as a torch in the dark for a mage desperately seeking energy.

However, while one may have feelings about it, one cannot truly utilize these mysterious energies. They are nothing like the pure and powerful arcane energy, nor do they possess the high plasticity and variability of the energy on the magical earth. They are merely like inert gases, not resonating with anything.

To find out the reason, Zhang Cheng wasted another bottle of precious well water and, with the help of magic, forcibly collected about one hundred milliliters of a gas-liquid mixture composed entirely of inert energy.

Looking at the grayish-white color in the test tube, he frowned and muttered to himself, "Not quite there yet... I remember that when Melisandre and Miri Maz Thur cast their spells in the story, they didn't encounter too many difficulties. Could it be that the time isn't right yet? Or am I missing something?"

Just as he was deep in thought, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted everything.

boom! boom! boom!

"Who? Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me?" Zhang Cheng questioned in an extremely displeased tone.

"Sir, I'm very sorry to bother you so late, but there are a few guests who wish to remain anonymous and claim to be your friends. They need to see you immediately." Butler Deli's voice came through the crack in the door.

"A guest who doesn't want to reveal their identity?" Zhang Cheng suddenly had a bad feeling, quickly hid the test tube in his hand, and opened the door.

Derry stood at the door with three cloaked figures. Although their faces were not clearly visible due to the dim light, he could still keenly smell a familiar fragrance.

"Elo, is that you?"

"Yes, Lord Mason."

Accompanied by a familiar voice, the shortest person among them took off his hood, revealing the face of a beautiful young girl.

At the same time, the other two also took off their hoods, revealing their true faces.

They were none other than Renly and Loras.

Although Zhang Cheng had already guessed what had happened, he still pretended to be incredulous: "Your Grace, Sir Loras, why are you visiting so late at night? And with Miss Elo in tow?"

“I’m terribly sorry, Ser Mason, something terrible has happened. My brother, King Robert, was killed in a hunting accident and will likely pass away soon. And I have received confirmation that Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella are not his biological children, but bastards born of Queen Cersei and the Kingslayer. Now! She’s trying to let her bastards usurp the throne! As a member of Baratheon! I will not allow this to happen!” Renly became increasingly agitated, eventually even starting to growl in a low voice.

"What?! How is this possible?!" A barely perceptible sneer flashed across Zhang Cheng's face, followed by an exclamation.

“I swear on my honor that Lord Renly is telling the truth, and even the Hand of the King, Lord Eddard Stark, knows this. But he’s too upright to join us, so we have no choice but to flee King’s Landing as soon as possible and then gather our vassals to attack the Lannisters,” Loras chimed in.

"So... what do you need me to do?" Zhang Cheng asked, sounding uncertain.

“It’s very simple. I hope you can help look after Elo; she can’t keep riding continuously. Also, I hope you can keep an eye on the situation in King’s Landing. If there is any important intelligence, please send it here.” Loras pulled out a note that he had prepared beforehand.

Zhang Cheng took it, glanced at it, and immediately threw it into the brazier next to him. He nodded seriously and said, "Please don't worry. Miss Elo was originally my fiancée. As long as I am alive, no one can hurt her."

“In that case, I’m relieved. We’re in a hurry to leave King’s Landing, so we won’t bother you any longer.” With that, Loras pulled Renly away and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

After watching the two leave, Zhang Cheng immediately instructed the waiting butler, "Prepare a guest room for Miss Elo. Remember, it must be kept secret. No one must know she's staying here, understand?"

"Understood!" Delhi bowed slightly and strode towards the guest rooms.

After the housekeeper opened the door, only the man and woman remained at the door. Since neither of them was willing to speak first, an awkward silence ensued.

Finally, Elo Tyrell took a deep breath and said in a rather helpless tone, "I'm sorry, my lord, I've caused you trouble."

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head, reaching out his right hand to stroke the girl's cheek in response, "Don't say that. You are my fiancée. As the champion of the martial arts tournament, what's the point of living if I can't even protect my own fiancée? Don't overthink it, just get some rest tonight, and leave the rest to me."

"Um……"

A faint blush rose on Elo's face as she let the large hand roam over her cheeks and sensitive earlobes, showing no sign of resistance whatsoever.

If it were an ordinary man, he probably would have already started touching her in this situation, trying to get her into bed as quickly as possible to "hit the jackpot".

But Zhang Cheng was no ordinary man. His heart was already filled with a desire for power. When he had teased the girl until her breathing became a little rapid, he decisively stopped going any further. After giving her a peaceful kiss, he quietly returned to his room.

"Robert is dead... The curtain has been raised on chaos... Daenerys, far across the sea, is about to hatch three dragons... I don't have much time to prepare..."

As Zhang Cheng muttered to himself, he put away the dragon egg, changed into some inconspicuous casual clothes, and headed straight for the King's Landing dungeon.

Without a doubt, he intended to emulate Daenerys's method, using burning and blood sacrifice to try and hatch dragon hatchlings. As for how painful it was for a person to be burned alive, he didn't care at all.

Let alone a few prisoners locked in cells, even if it required the blood sacrifice of a city of hundreds of thousands of people, he would not hesitate for a moment.

On the path to power, the worst thing to do is to hesitate and be indecisive. In the end, the more you think, the more complicated it becomes, forgetting that persistence and focus are the keys to the top.

Chapter 0117 Incubation

Late at night, on a secluded beach near the sea outside King's Landing, four ragged prisoners were bound tightly to a huge rock. Each of them had a look of fear on their face as they struggled, cursed, and pleaded, trying to escape the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

Unfortunately, no matter what these people did or how foul the words they uttered, Zhang Cheng continued his preparations methodically. In just half an hour, he erected a simple wooden frame and placed the dragon egg, which was shimmering with a ghostly light, on top of the frame.

After finishing all this, he turned around and smiled at the prisoners, saying in a slightly apologetic tone, "I'm really sorry, but personally, I have no grudge against any of you, nor do I enjoy the thrill of killing. The reason I burned you all was solely to hatch the dragon egg. I promise that once the dragon egg successfully hatches, the rest of you will be released. So please tell me, who wants to go first?"

In an instant, the noisy sounds disappeared without a trace.

Every prisoner stared wide-eyed at each other, none daring to speak first, for fear of accidentally becoming the first "lucky one".

After all, being burned to death is no ordinary way to die. Even the most determined heroes would be unable to help but scream in agony when faced with raging flames, let alone ordinary people.

Seeing that no one spoke for a while, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sigh slightly. He bent down, picked up a handful of pebbles from the ground, and handed them to the prisoners: "To be fair, let's play a little game. Now guess whether the number of stones in my hand is odd or even. I'll count to three, and you all answer together. Anyone who is slow will be considered to have forfeited. Three... two... one!"

Even numbers!

"Odd number!"

"Odd number!"

"Odd number!"

Without hesitation, the four people gave their answers almost simultaneously.

Interestingly, three of them seemed to have conspired beforehand and all chose even numbers, while only one overweight guy chose an odd number.

Clearly, the three guys behind deliberately chose an odd number at the same time to increase their chances of survival, because the previous rules did not specify whether the person who guessed correctly or the person who guessed incorrectly would be burned first.

This means that siding with the majority is likely to be safer, or even save you from death...

Looking at these criminals who would do anything to survive, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile. He then began to throw the pebbles onto the ground one by one in front of everyone.

When only one stone remained, he held it up and said, "It's an even number. Looks like the lucky one has been chosen, hasn't he?"

"No! No! No! Don't burn me! I only stole some money! I shouldn't be punished like this!" The fat man broke down instantly, bursting into tears.

"Quiet! Who told you that Lucky Guy was you?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the other person with annoyance.

The fat man froze for a moment, then seemed to understand something. He turned around and stared at the other three people beside him with a malicious look, before bursting into laughter: "Hahahaha! Sorry! Your schemes and tricks failed to kill me! Instead, they killed yourselves!"

"what?!"

"Damn it! This guy actually plans to burn all three of us alive at once!"

"A demon! He must be a ruthless killer!"

……

Accompanied by desperate curses, Zhang Cheng dragged the three unlucky guys out and forcibly pulled them to the side of the wooden frame. One of them tried to resist, but his legs were broken and he was thrown to the ground like a dead dog. Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

moment!

A bright flame flew from his fingertips, directly igniting the wood soaked in grease. In the blink of an eye, the towering flames illuminated the night sky!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

"No!"

"Please, please let me go!"

Scorched by the raging flames, the prisoners let out piercing screams and twisted their bodies, trying to break free of the ropes and escape from the inferno.

But after they broke free of the burning ropes, their legs were severely burned and they couldn't run at all.

The surviving fat man stared wide-eyed at the hellish scene before him, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

But Zhang Cheng ignored the other party completely, his attention completely drawn to the dragon egg.