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The sky was just getting brighter.

Morgan woke up on time from his sleep and opened his eyes.

"Hoohoo."

The whimper of the cold wind came from the cracks in the unclosed windows.

Since that winter rain fell a few days ago.

The weather in the whole winter town is getting colder every day.

Morgan got up quickly and finished washing.

Standing in front of a poor quality glass mirror.

After a brief tidying up, he picked up the new chainmail at hand.

The dragon-scale armor, forged from the scales of the evil dragon Smaug in Middle-earth, is still in his dimensional ring.

But in this world.

In this world that also has dragons.

With his status at this time, the dragon scale armor is still somewhat ostentatious for the time being.

Although even if he wears it, no one may recognize it.

But to avoid trouble, it is more appropriate to wear common mail.

Put on your heavy mail and hang your elf longsword.

Although this sword forged and the high elf civilization of Middle-earth is still exquisite and sharp.

Also somewhat conspicuous.

However, compared to the dragon scale armor, this conspicuous point is nothing.

On the contrary, having an exquisite sword can show the extraordinary strength of Morgan.

Then put on a black windproof fleece coat.

An icy aura that no strangers should approach immediately emanated from Morgan.

Go down to the second floor.

When you come to the tavern hall.

There are already many people eating.

Winter has just arrived.

Before the road is completely frozen, this is the last opportunity to trade with Winterfell this year.

Merchants from all over the world are at their last busy time.

As usual, Morgan ordered a hearty breakfast at the bar.

His appetite has always been proportional to his strength.

The minimum amount of energy consumed per meal is several times that of the average adult man.

But it doesn't matter which world you can eat.

Even the Warm Winter Tavern has a lot to eat.

Just as Morgan took his seat in the hall at the corner wine table by the window that he used to sit at these days.

Entrance on the second floor.

Three mercenaries dressed in leather armor, chain armor, and long swords hanging around their waists, dressed like Morgan, appeared.

Morgan sat down with a glass of beer, just glanced at the three "familiar" figures, and then turned to look at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

But the three were obviously a little uneasy about Morgan's appearance.

But this is Winterfell.

Although it is only in the winter town of the outer city.

The three of them didn't dare to make trouble rashly, especially at critical times.

The three of them sneered and glanced at Morgan, who was ignoring them in the corner, and quickly left the tavern.

Morgan looked at the back of the three mercenaries leaving the window with a calm expression.

Just yesterday.

The three of them came up unexpectedly at Morgan's meal, wanting to get to know Morgan.

But after a few words, it was revealed that they hoped Morgan would back down during the selection, and they would thank him.

Morgan, who heard the other party's request, just stared at the three of them with cold eyes.

Ignore the three of them.

This made one of the mercenaries who thought they had been in Winterfell for a long time immediately became dissatisfied and angry.

It was only pressed down by the middle-aged man in charge.

After knowing the other party's intention, Morgan ignored the three at all.

As long as they dare to do it.

Morgan didn't mind having the scene at the Black Apple Tavern in Whiteport repeat itself in Winterfell.

The three mercenaries touched the nose and left.

At this time, naturally, there will be no good wink for Morgan.

"Hello guest."

At this time, the maid brought the sumptuous food to the table.

Morgan's mind immediately shifted from the window to the food.

finish breakfast.

When Morgan leaves the Warm Winter Tavern.

The sky outside was much brighter.

Bearing the fluttering snowflakes and stepping on the snow that did not cover the upper of the shoe, Morgan walked quickly to the small square.

I saw a number of mercenaries wearing mail like Morgan, with long swords on their waists, or carrying long bows already waiting in front of the wooden house in the small square.

Morgan saw the old man who had registered him two days earlier.

There were also four soldiers in armor, and a slender, slender, handsome young man with long brown-black hair, leather armor on the inside, and a gray robe on the outside.

At this moment, the registered old man was holding a yellowed scroll full of names and was talking to the thin young man who was about to hang his sword.

Obviously, this time, the young man took the lead.

Morgan looked at the boy carefully, but couldn't recognize who he was.

This is not surprising.

He himself is not very familiar with this world, and he has stayed in Middle-earth for more than sixty years.

If it weren't for the memory getting better with strength.

He may not even remember what the world is like.

But it can be guessed that the thin boy in front of him should be from the Stark family.

A few thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

Morgan tightened his black coat and walked steadily towards the square.

Come to the wooden house.

Standing with a group of mercenaries who participated in the entrustment of the Stark family swordsmen.

Morgan stood aside with a calm expression on his face.

He saw in the crowd the three mercenaries he had seen in the tavern not long ago.

At this time, the other party also saw Morgan.

Looking at the hostile eyes cast by the three mercenaries.

Morgan just glanced at the three of them, followed by the other mercenaries participating in the selection, his eyes were still calm and indifferent.

Didn't wait too long.

After a few mercenaries came one after another.

The emaciated and handsome young man who had been waiting for a long time finally stood in front of a group of mercenaries.

"That's it."

"The others who didn't arrive, those who are not punctual, are not worthy to serve the Stark family."

"Come with me"

The emaciated young man turned and left with a slightly arrogant tone.

The four guards followed.

A group of mercenaries who participated in the selection immediately followed behind.

Morgan followed behind the mercenary team and walked towards the inner city of Winterfell.

With the thin youth ahead to lead the way.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the inner city did not stop him at all.

Morgan followed the mercenary team through the taller, thicker inner wall.

Finally stepped into the inner castle of Winterfell, which is the real Winterfell.

Tower, clock tower, square, garden, training ground, blacksmith shop, library, guard tower.

Just like any other city I've seen before.

Winterfell is the ancestral castle and center of power of the Stark family known as the capital of the North.

The interior buildings are not much different from the general urban towns.

Perhaps the biggest difference is that other cities serve an entire city of countless people.

Winterfell is exclusively owned by the Stark family.

"This way."

"Don't go the wrong way."

The warning voice of the soldiers came from the front.

Morgan followed, quietly surveying the surrounding Winterfell.

Soon, he discovered that many soldiers and servants around him were busy in a hurry.

Continue to move forward deep into the interior of Winterfell.

Morgan soon saw a large number of servants in ordinary clothes struggling to clean the main roads.

Obviously, what event is going to be held in Winterfell.

Morgan silently followed behind the team.

Finally, before arriving at the training ground for the selection of swordsmen.

Morgan suddenly heard a conversation as he passed by several busy attendants.

"Hey, it's been three days since I cleaned it."

"I don't know when His Majesty the King will arrive?"

"It should be soon"

"I see that the kitchen is already preparing the meat for the feast"

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"The King's Arrival at Winterfell"

Morgan secretly chewed on the news he heard from the passing servants, and his eyes narrowed immediately.