Chapter 250

It was just dawn.

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

"Hoo Hoo..."

The whimper of the cold wind came from the open window.

Since the winter rain a few days ago.

The weather in the whole winter avoiding town is getting colder and colder day by day.

Morgan got up and finished washing.

Standing in front of poor glass mirrors.

After a brief arrangement, pick up the new lock armour at hand.

In the Middle Earth world, the dragon scale armor forged from the scales of the Dragon spear leather is still in his dimensional ring.

But in this world.

In this world with dragons.

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

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

But in order to avoid trouble, it is more appropriate to wear common lock armour.

Put on the heavy lock armor and hang the elf sword.

Although this sword forged with the high elf civilization of the Middle Earth world is still exquisite and sharp.

Also a little conspicuous.

However, compared with the dragon scale, this conspicuous is nothing.

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

Then put on a black warm fluffy coat.

A cold breath of strangers came out of Morgan immediately.

Down the second floor.

When I came to the tavern hall.

There are already many people eating.

Winter has just arrived.

While the road is not completely frozen, this is the last opportunity to trade with Winterfell this year.

This is the last busy time for businessmen from all over the world.

Morgan ordered a big breakfast at the bar as usual.

His appetite has always been in direct proportion to his strength.

The food or energy intake per meal is at least several times that of the average adult man.

But eating is nothing in any world.

Even the warm winter tavern can eat a lot.

Just as Morgan chose the window corner table he used to sit at these days in the hall.

Second floor entrance.

Three mercenaries dressed like Morgan appeared in leather armor, lock armor and long sword.

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

But the three obviously couldn't calm down about Morgan's emergence.

But this is Winterfell.

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

The three dare not rush to trouble, especially at critical times.

The three sneered with a threatening look at Morgan who ignored them in the corner and quickly left the tavern.

Morgan looked out the window at the back of the three mercenaries, looking pale.

Just yesterday.

The three came up uninvited while Morgan was having dinner and wanted to know Morgan.

But without a few words, it was revealed that they hoped Morgan would give way during the selection, and they would give thanks.

Morgan only looked coldly at the three after hearing the other party's request.

They ignored the three.

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

It was just pressed down by the middle-aged man who was in charge of it.

Knowing the other party's intention, Morgan ignored the three people at all.

As long as they dare to do it.

Morgan didn't mind letting the scene inside the white harbor black apple tavern be repeated in winter town.

Three mercenaries left with a nose of dust.

At this time, I won't look good at Morgan.

"Hello, guest..."

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

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

After breakfast.

When Morgan left the warm winter tavern.

It's much brighter outside.

Against the flying snowflakes and the snow that didn't pass his upper, Morgan came to the small square quickly.

Many mercenaries wearing lock armor, long swords around their waist or long bows like Morgan have been waiting in front of the wooden house in the small square.

Morgan saw the old man who registered him two days ago.

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

At this time, the old man was holding a yellow paper roll full of names and was talking to the thin young man who was going to hang a long sword.

Obviously, this time the young man is the first.

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

That's not surprising.

He himself was not very familiar with the world, and he stayed in the Middle Earth world for more than 60 years.

If it weren't for the constant change of memory with strength.

He may not remember anything about the world at all.

However, it can be guessed that the skinny boy in front of us should be from the stark family.

A few thoughts flashed through my mind.

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

Come to the wooden house.

And a group of mercenaries entrusted by the stark family swordsmen.

Morgan stood aside with a calm face.

He saw in the crowd the three mercenaries he had just seen in the tavern.

At this time, the other party also saw Morgan.

Looking at the hostile eyes of the three mercenaries.

Morgan just glanced at the three men and swept through the other mercenaries involved in the selection. His eyes were still calm and indifferent.

Didn't wait long.

After several more mercenaries came one after another.

The long-awaited thin and handsome young man finally stood in front of a group of mercenaries.

"That's it."

"Others who don't arrive and are not punctual don't deserve to work for the stark family..."

"Come with me..."

The thin 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.

Morgan followed the mercenaries and walked towards the inner city of Winterfell.

With the thin youth ahead to lead the way.

The soldiers responsible for guarding the inner city did not stop at all.

Morgan followed the mercenaries through the taller and thicker inner city walls.

Finally, I stepped into the inner castle of winter city, which is the real winter city.

Tower, bell tower, square, garden, training ground, blacksmith shop, library, guard tower

Just like other cities I've seen before.

Known as the capital of the northern border, the ancestral castle of the stark family and Winterfell, the center of power.

Internal buildings are not very different from ordinary cities and towns.

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

And Winterfell, exclusively owned by the stark family.

"This way..."

"Don't go the wrong way..."

The warning voice of soldiers came from the front.

Morgan followed, quietly surveying the surroundings of Winterfell.

Soon, he found that many soldiers and attendants were busy.

Continue to go deep into Winterfell.

Morgan soon saw a large number of servants in ordinary clothes struggling to clean up the sanitation on both sides of the main road.

Obviously, Winterfell is going to hold something.

Morgan followed the line silently.

Finally, before arriving at the training ground of swordsman selection.

Morgan was passing by several busy attendants when he suddenly heard a conversation.

"Well, it's been cleaned for three days..."

"I don't know when his majesty will arrive?"

"It should be fast..."

"I saw that the kitchen was already preparing meat for the banquet..."

“......”

"The king came to Winterfell..."

Morgan's eyes narrowed as he chewed the news from the passing servants.