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Chapter 246 Listeners!

"Add hot water."

I heard a voice from outside the door.

Morgan just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It seems that the gold coin he gave has greater value and purchasing power than he imagined.

Even though it's just a bare gold coin with no embossed patterns or character heads or the like.

But the existence of gold has always been a hard currency.

No exception here.

"unnecessary."

Morgan did not hesitate to reject the woman outside the door.

Put the towel over your face again.

The purpose of the woman who was sent to the door at such a time could not be more obvious.

Then.

He heard insulting words beginning with F whispered outside.

I ignored the movement outside the door.

Morgan soaked in the tub and went straight to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

He simply changed his clothes, and then threw all the other things into the dimensional ring in his hand.

Don't expect too much security in such a tavern.

Morgan didn't even bring a long sword, so he put on a robe and went out directly.

open the door.

Immediately, a loud noise could be heard coming from the direction of the stairs below.

Go down to the second floor.

Morgan walked into the tavern hall.

It was only when I found out that the Black Apple Tavern was almost full.

The loud drinker and the bumpy figure, but the tavern maid who is obviously not young on the face is busy going back and forth.

"Hello, guest, have a good rest."

"Want something?"

Morgan just approached the bar, and the young bartender whom he had met in the morning greeted him warmly again.

"Have a grilled deer steak in the morning."

"And that smoked fish tastes good. I'll have another one."

Morgan knocked on the bar and said, "By the way, two more beers."

"OK."

"Do you need anything else?"

"We in Baigang have the best smoked fish in the north. If customers like to eat fish, we have..."

"Okay, that's all."

"Hurry up."

Interrupting the bartender's promotion, Morgan waved his hand and walked straight to the last slightly smaller wine table in the hall.

Sitting at the wine table.

Feel the atmosphere of the surrounding lively and strong pubs on the ground floor of the market.

Morgan feels good.

Speaking of which, he was in the last Middle-earth.

Because of the need to follow Gandalf and all the characters in the plot.

He has always had a sense of urgency.

But at that time, his strength was too poor, and whether it was because of money, soul power, or the progress of the world's exploration, he needed to follow everyone and participate in it.

Now come to this world.

Come to a world where betrayal and murder can be staged at any time.

Come to this world where there is no so-called absolute protagonist, or in other words, everyone is the protagonist.

Morgan's mind became visibly alive.

Conspiracy to betray means that he will not give his back to anyone.

There is no absolute protagonist, which also means that Morgan cannot follow the protagonist to explore the progress like in the previous world.

Although he does not look down on the actions of many plot characters in this world.

With his current strength, understanding of this new world, and understanding of his own system.

Morgan could have taken shortcuts to increase his exploration progress.

However, the time is too short, and his understanding of the world is far from enough.

Everything needs to be taken slowly and in the long run.

Contemplative room.

A voice suddenly sounded.

"Hello guest."

"This is your meal."

A well-built tavern maid had already brought her plate to Morgan's table.

"Is the guest here for the first time?"

"I haven't seen you before

The maid put the food on the table and asked casually.

Morgan didn't take advantage of words or think about doing things like many greasy middle-aged and old men at the other wine tables around.

He responded coldly and calmly to the maid's enthusiasm.

Then, the maid who retreated had to give up the rich stranger who heard from the bartender.

"Hey, have you heard? Yesterday, old Paul at Corner Street caught a 300-pound yellow-bone fish. He really made a fortune."

"Of course I heard. Not only do I know that old Paul caught that big guy, but I also know that old Paul didn't go home last night and slept at Julia's house on Rose Street."

"Damn, I'm so envious of old Paul, that bitch Julia's boobs are so fucking tempting."

"When I make money, I will definitely go to see her once."

"Haha, Mark, this is not just your dream, all the men on the corner think so"

"Haha, come on, toast to our dreams."

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"The weather is getting cold"

"Going to sea at night is too uncomfortable."

"It's still nice to have a drink here."

"Winter is coming soon?"

"Yes, very close."

"Oh, I wish I could be late"

"Same, come, drink"

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"Damn, who does she think she is, if it weren't for me, she'd be seventeen. No, she'd have to sell at fifteen."

"Now she's caught up with that little white face, and she said she didn't know me when she met me today"

"I tell you Daniel, if not"

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In the hall of the tavern, the noisy voices of various discussions continued to come from the surroundings.

Morgan cut a piece of deer steak and stuffed it into the mouth, chewing while listening to all kinds of news and rumors from the surrounding people.

With his current ear, he could hear too much gossip if he wanted to.

However, most of the drinkers who often hang out in such taverns are just the bottom fishermen of this white port known as the "mouth of the north".

The verbal communication between them is in addition to fishing.

Most of the discussion is about women, Rose Street, prostitutes and the like, and enjoy it.

Morgan naturally had a hard time hearing useful, or interesting, information.

But he still ate and drank quietly and listened.

In the last world, he traveled on adventures with a group of guys who were either wealthy families or prominent bloodlines. There were not many times like this before.

Come to this world now.

He obviously had to adapt and get used to a similar life.

"I have a friend"

"Just got back from Lord Duke's Winterfell."

At this time, a voice suddenly poured into my ears from the many noisy sounds around.

Morgan's face froze, and there was finally a hint of interest on his face.

He stopped the cutlery in his hand and began to listen carefully.

"It is rumored that the Duke just executed a soldier not long ago."

"It's not a big deal for a soldier to be executed."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet."

"You must know that the soldier was executed by the Duke himself, and it is rumored that the soldier saw the "White Walkers"."

""White Walkers". What is that?"