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ten minutes later.

The hall of the originally lively and noisy Black Apple Tavern was quiet.

Everyone looked at the four people in the middle of the hall.

Three of them were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The tall and handsome man with a black ponytail and an icy breath was left standing on the face of one of the big figures who fell on the ground and calmly said, "Who is the loss?"

"My mine!"

"Your Excellency, these are all ours."

The big guy who had been trampled on his head quickly said in horror with his leaky mouth that was missing the front teeth.

Morgan looked at the only familiar young bartender among the onlookers and said: "I heard it, all losses count for them."

Realizing that there is money in front of him, the foreigner who is still strong is talking to himself.

The bartender nodded immediately: "Yes, I heard you."

"and also..."

Morgan said and looked at his own messy dining table and a mess of food, and said again: "Bring another portion of the food I ordered and bring it to my room. The cost is counted. Their."

The bartender nodded like a chicken pecked at rice again: "Good lord."

After speaking, Morgan glanced at the various looks of the audience in the hall.

The cold and indifferent gaze made all the onlookers who were swept by eating melons immediately felt uncomfortable and subconsciously averted their gazes and did not dare to look at Morgan at all.

Morgan lifted the big-headed feet under his feet and walked towards the accommodation area on the second floor of the tavern.

Watching that tall, cold figure disappear into the entrance of the second floor.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the originally quiet hall quickly became noisy again.

"Who is that guy?"

"Looks very strong..."

"Haha, David, the three brothers have kicked the iron this time..."

"It deserves it, because of the trouble that a few brothers find strange faces every time, this is finally a stubborn stubbornness..."

"Shhh, keep your voice down, be careful when David hears that I'm bothering you..."

"I'm not afraid... forget it, drink and drink..."

"Who knows who that guy is?"

"I don't know, but he seems to have come in the morning. If you want to find out, you can ask the bartender Jock, he knows better..."

"Haha, today is really good, this is the first time that the three brothers David have been beaten up if they are not in trouble..."

"I'm so happy, come on, cheers..."

"..."

The hustle and bustle in the tavern hall downstairs continued.

In the room on the second floor.

Morgan opened the door calmly and walked into his room.

It's not very common to find trouble in a tavern in a strange place just now.

After all, the owner who can open a tavern can be considered somewhat capable in the local area.

Otherwise, how can the reputation of deceiving visitors go out?

However, if the money is revealed, it is normal to be in trouble.

Morgan guessed that this was also the reason that caused him to be targeted by the three gangsters.

But this world is not Middle-earth.

That gangster is not a half-orc either.

Morgan did not act lightly, but he did not intend to kill the three gangsters.

After all, killing people means trouble, especially in the public.

Morgan didn't want to make trouble.

He came to Baigang only to temporarily settle down, and then to prepare for the next trip.

At this time.

The door of the room was knocked.

Morgan opened the door, and outside the door stood a maid carrying a whole serving of steaming new food.

Three days later.

Inside the pub room.

Inferior glass front.

Morgan cut his shawl hair again short, and tied a simple and comfortable ponytail.

Shave the beard on his face again.

Immediately he picked up the brand new lock armor that was placed aside.

Soon, Morgan, wearing a brand-new chain mail inside, a black fluffy coat outside, and an elf long sword at his waist, walked out of the door of the room.

All the way to the bar downstairs.

The young bartender saw Morgan, who was all dressed up, immediately said with enthusiasm: "Good morning, these are dry food prepared according to your requirements."

As the bartender said, he took two large packages from under the bar and placed them on the bar.

Morgan nodded and stretched out his hand to unwrap the package. The package was filled with food such as beef jerky and mutton.

Inside the other package, there are seasonings such as salt, spices and some miscellaneous cooking things.

"And the whiskey and malt you want, as well as the carriage. They're all ready, they're all outside..."

The young bartender walked out of the bar and led the way.

Morgan followed out of the tavern, and saw that in front of the gate, a tall and sturdy horse with orange hair was ringing its nose impatiently.

Behind Gaotou Dama, two tavern attendants were loading a large and heavy package and a large ale barrel into the small carriage behind.

For Morgan had to bring so much dry food and alcohol, he even brought a whole barrel of ale.

The young bartender and the tavern party felt a little strange.

But the guests are rich, they will certainly not be stupid enough to stop them.

Morgan naturally ignores other people's gazes.

He just walked up to the horse, touched the long face of the horse that made him unexpectedly good, and said softly: "You will be called "radish" from now on."

It didn't take long.

Morgan drove out of the Black Apple Tavern in a small carriage.

In front of the carriage, Morgan touched his hands with a few silver coins wearing a crown on one side~www.readwn.com~ with the image of a white deer printed on the side, in a good mood.

The purchasing power of a gold coin in this world is stronger than in Middle-earth.

His three-day expenses, plus a few large packages of dry food and wine in the carriage behind him, plus this good horse and the carriage under him, only cost less than two Middle-earth gold coins.

The silver coins in his hand, called "Silver Deer", were given to him by the tavern.

Driving the carriage all the way out of Baigang.

After leaving Baigang, after coming to the uninhabited wild.

Morgan waved away the heavy packages and ale barrels in the carriage.

The speed of the entire carriage was immediately increased.

Morgan, who drove a car in one hand and a full glass of cold beer in one hand, took out the map of the northern border he bought yesterday.

Go all the way to the direction of Kings Avenue further north.

Two days later.

On the vast, sparsely forested wilderness, a fairly obvious wide road winds to the north.

Morgan found the King's Avenue shown on the map.

The next itinerary is much simpler.

Go straight along the King’s Road.

a week later.

At the end of Morgan's sight, a huge, man-made castle outline finally appeared in front of him.

"call..."

Take a long breath.

Morgan looked at the huge castle at the end of his sight and secretly said in his heart: "That should be the ancestral castle capital of the Stark family, known as the "Guardian of the North" and "King of the North", "Winter City".. ."

At this time.

"Boom..."

A muffled thunder came from the distant sky.

Morgan looked up at the dark, gloomy sky.

Hold the horse's belly with both feet.

The orange "radish" under him immediately ran wildly.

Speeding to the front of Winterfell.