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The sky was just getting bright.

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

"Huh..."

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

Since the winter rain a few days ago fell.

The weather in the entire sheltered town is getting colder day by day.

Morganley got up and finished washing.

Standing in front of inferior glass mirrors.

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

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

But in this world.

In this world that also has dragons.

With his status at this time, the dragon scale armor was still a bit sassy for the time being.

Although he may not be recognized by anyone even if he wears it out.

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

Put on the heavy mail and hang the elf sword.

Although this sword forged and advanced elven civilization of Middle-earth is still exquisite and sharp.

It's also somewhat conspicuous.

But compared to the dragon scale armor, this point is not a big deal.

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

Then put on a black wind-proof and warm fluffy coat.

An icy breath that was not close to anyone else immediately radiated from Morgan.

Go down to the second floor.

When I came to the lobby of the tavern.

Many people are already dining.

Winter is just coming.

Taking advantage of the road has not been completely frozen, this time is the last wave of this year's opportunity to trade with Winterfell.

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

Morgan ordered a hearty breakfast at the bar as usual.

His appetite has always been proportional to his strength.

The food or energy consumed in each meal is at least several times that of an average adult man.

But being able to eat is nothing in any world.

Even the warm winter tavern can eat a lot.

Just when Morgan chose the corner wine table by the window that he usually sits in these days in the lobby.

Entrance on the second floor.

Three figures of mercenaries dressed in leather armor, mail armor, and long swords, dressed similar to Morgan appeared.

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

But those three obviously couldn't calm down Morgan's appearance.

But this is Winterfell.

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

The three dared not make trouble rashly, especially at critical times.

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

Morgan looked at the back of the three mercenaries outside the window, his expression indifferent.

Just yesterday.

These three people suddenly came forward uninvited when they were dining at Morgan, wanting to get to know Morgan.

But after a few words, the inside and outside of the words revealed the hope that Morgan would give in during the selection process, and they would give thanks.

Morgan, who heard the other party's request, only looked at the three with cold eyes.

I ignored the three.

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

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

Morgan, who knew what the other party was coming from, didn't pay attention to the three at all.

As long as they dare to do it.

Morgan didn't mind letting the scene in the Black Apple Tavern in White Harbor repeat itself in the town of Bidong.

The three mercenaries touched their noses and left.

Naturally, he won't wink at Morgan at this time.

"Hello guest..."

At this time, the maid brought a plentiful food to the table.

Morgan's thoughts immediately shifted from outside the window to food.

finish breakfast.

When Morgan left the Warm Winter Tavern.

The sky outside was much brighter.

When Morgan walked quickly to the small square against the fluttering snow and stepping on the snow that hadn't crossed the upper of the shoe.

I saw a number of mercenaries wearing chain armor, long swords, or long bows, like Morgan, already waiting in front of the wooden houses in the small square.

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

There are also four soldiers wearing armors, and a handsome young man with a long and thin body, long brown-black hair, leather armor on the inside and gray robe on the outside.

At this time, the old registration 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 incident was headed by the young man.

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

This is not surprising.

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

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

He may not even remember the situation in this world.

But what can be guessed is that the thin boy in front of him should belong to the Stark family.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.

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

Come to the wooden house.

Stand with a group of mercenaries commissioned by the Stark family swordsman.

Morgan stood there calmly.

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

At this time, the other party also saw Morgan.

Looking at the hostile gaze cast by the three mercenaries.

Morgan only glanced at the three of them, and by the way the other mercenaries who participated in the selection, his eyes remained calm and indifferent.

Didn't wait long.

Several more mercenaries came one after another.

The long-awaited thin and handsome young man finally stood before a crowd of mercenaries.

"That's it."

"Others who haven't arrived, those who aren't punctual, don't deserve to serve for the Stark family..."

"Follow me..."

The thin young man spoke arrogantly and turned around and left.

The four guards followed immediately.

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

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

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

Morgan followed the mercenary team through the taller and thicker inner city wall.

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

Towers, clock towers, squares, gardens, training grounds, blacksmith shops, libraries, guard towers...

Just like other cities I've seen.

The ancestral castle of the Stark family, known as the capital of the north, and Winterfell, the center of power.

The internal buildings are not much 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.

"Here..."

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

The warning sound of the soldiers came from ahead.

Morgan followed, quietly looking at the surroundings of Winterfell.

Soon, he discovered that many soldiers and attendants around him were hurriedly busy.

Continue to go deep into Winterfell City.

Morgan soon saw a large number of ordinary servants and attendants working hard to clean up the sanitation on both sides of the main road.

Obviously, what kind of 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 swordsman.

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

"Hey, it has been cleaning for three days..."

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

"It should be soon..."

"I see that the kitchen is already preparing the meat for the banquet..."

"..."

"The King is coming to Winterfell..."

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