Chapter 249

It was gloomy.

The cold wind howled.

A winter rain fell yesterday.

The temperature of the whole winter town dropped sharply.

I heard a message from yesterday's "warm winter" tavern that it is winter.

"Hoo Hoo..."

The biting cold wind with moisture on his face was particularly cold.

Even Morgan could not help feeling a trace of discomfort.

It's really uncomfortable to be so wet and cold.

Morgan tightened his tight black fluffy coat.

Stride towards the noisy small square ahead.

"Swordsman, Winterfell needs to hire an outstanding swordsman to teach the Duke's children swordsmanship. The monthly salary is a golden dragon coin..."

"Not only can I get a huge Commission, but also I can get in touch with the stark family..."

"My God, I can..."

"Everyone here thinks so..."

"You should see clearly that the employed person not only needs to be outstanding in swordsmanship, but also needs to master the same outstanding Archery..."

"Moreover, if there are many applicants, they need to win the competition and be recognized by the stark family to be competent..."

"Not all cats and dogs can..."

"Isn't it archery? I can..."

"It's a rare opportunity. You should try anyway..."

“......”

In the small square, more than a dozen people with long swords on their waists or backs gathered around the tall wooden bulletin board and talked one after another.

Morgan had heard something as soon as he got close.

When they forced their way into the bulletin board, several tall men, obviously dressed as mercenaries, immediately turned their heads and glared at Morgan.

Morgan just looked back at the past with cold eyes, which immediately made him glare angrily, and his heart couldn't help tightening.

The fierce temperament cultivated from endless killing, ignoring and ignoring the cold murderous spirit brought by life is not just legendary, but real.

Morgan looked back as if he had been stared at by some fierce beast.

Let the glaring person feel a little scared, and the momentum immediately fell into the disadvantage.

Morgan just glanced at each other coldly and turned to the bulletin board ahead.

Sure enough, it was similar to what he had just heard: the stark family wanted to hire a swordsman for the Duke's children, or an outstanding swordsman who was proficient in fencing and archery, with a monthly salary of one golden dragon coin.

Look at the hiring task in front of you.

Morgan was secretly happy.

The monthly salary of one golden dragon coin is absolutely expensive for a group of independent mercenaries.

But it's nothing for Morgan with a lot of money.

He already knew that the value of a golden dragon coin in the world was about the same as that of a middle earth gold coin in his hand.

He came to winter city to get close to the stark family, an important plot figure in the world, and take advantage of it.

Compared with the plan in his mind, a golden dragon coin is too insignificant.

But on the other hand, this is the salary, which matches his status and strength.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Morgan looked at the bulletin board again and saw that the announcement had been hanging for five days, and there would be a selection of swordsmen in two days.

If he came two days later, he would miss the great opportunity to get close to the members of the stark family.

Think of it here.

Morgan immediately went up to the wooden house not far from the small square.

Start registration.

There are many other reward employment tasks on the bulletin board just now.

For example, hire escorts to escort goods from Winterfell to other places;

This type of employment entrustment task is the most.

There are other small employment tasks.

In short, as long as it is a large town, mercenaries will not worry about finding tasks.

Although the task sizes vary.

Morgan only saw the entrustment of the stark family to hire a swordsman, and all other tasks were ignored by him.

"What's your name?"

In front of the wooden house window, an old man with deep eyes is registering the applicants.

"Morgan..."

Just a little hesitation, Morgan chose the name.

"Are you sure to participate in the task entrustment of the swordsman of the stark family?"

In the cabin window, the old man asked again.

"OK."

Morgan nodded.

"Well, meet here at dawn in two days..."

The old man skillfully filled in Morgan's simple information, and then asked, "you will be taken to the inner castle for selection. Good luck."

The old man waved his hand.

When Morgan turned and left, he clearly saw the yellow paper with his name written at the end, which was full of rows of names.

Obviously, if he guesses right.

Those are all his competitors for the swordsman this time.

But it doesn't matter. What he is most afraid of is competition.

By the way, just look at the strength of these mercenaries in the world.

When I turned and left the small square.

Snowflakes have fallen in the gloomy sky.

Morgan's figure quickly disappeared around the square.

Under the bulletin board.

Several tall men who almost clashed with Morgan were talking.

"Who is that guy? He seems to have good strength..."

"No, new faces. I should have come to Winterfell recently..."

"I must win the swordsman chosen by the Duke for his children tomorrow. I also hope you can help..."

"Well, as long as black, don't forget our brothers when you catch up with the stark family..."

"Ha ha, of course..."

"We all know the others. The newcomer may seem to be in some trouble..."

"Try it tomorrow. Of course it's best if you can..."

"If you can't, you don't have to keep your hand at that time..."

"Of course, we agreed, but in this way, you know the price..."

"Yes, it should..."

Morgan didn't know that someone saw the opportunity of approaching the stark family of the "king of the north" and was ready to deal with him.

Although he knew it, he was not afraid.

He has a real reputation in Middle Earth.

In this world, you can.

Back to the warm winter tavern.

It's still early.

However, the originally extremely wet and cold weather also floated snowflakes.

This kind of ghost weather.

Morgan was not in the mood to hang out in the little winter town.

After ordering a big lunch at the bar.

Morgan ordered another glass of adjusted spirits and whisky, and asked for a good window seat to taste it quietly.

It's getting snowy outside.

The tavern is warm and warm.

In front of the body is rich and delicious food, and at hand is prepared whisky and spirits.

Morgan liked the pub atmosphere more and more.

It would be better to have a beautiful woman to accompany you at this time.

Just when the wind and snow outside the window.

When the sky began to darken.

Morgan couldn't wait for an affair in the pub.

Two short days passed in a flash.

In the twinkling of an eye.

It's time for the stark family to choose a swordsman.