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"Huh..."

The cold wind howled.

Snow flies in the sky.

Although the wind and snow are not heavy.

The winter in the city is full of enthusiasm.

A large number of attendants and servants are busy.

When Morgan and a group of mercenaries who participated in the selection of swordsmen were brought to the training ground of the Stark family by the gray-robed thin youth.

Several people are already waiting on the training ground.

Except for the guards standing by the training ground.

At this time, a total of four figures, two tall and two short, stood in front of the training ground.

The two tall figures wore black robes and were about the same age as the thin youths in gray robes leading the team. One had longer hair and the other shorter, and both looked handsome.

The two shorter ones are also wearing black luxurious fur coats, but their faces are immature. They are obviously not yet grown up children, and they should be about ten years old.

A group of mercenaries were brought before the four.

Although someone might have guessed the identities of the four people in front of them, they didn't know anyone.

Morgan, who was following the mercenaries, saw the four figures in front of him.

His eyes narrowed slightly again.

Although he is not very familiar with the world, he still knows some of the main characters.

For example, the handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair in front of him is known as "Jon Snow", the illegitimate son of Duke Stark.

And the young man with short hair next to him, the eldest son of Duke Stark "Rob Stark".

There is also the child who is not tall and handsome, who is also the "Brandon Stark" of the Duke of Stark's child.

It has been more than half a month since I came into this world.

Morgan finally met the plot characters he knew.

Recognizing these three, then the child with the same childish face next to him should also be the child of Duke Stark.

And the thin young man in gray robe in front of him should be the adopted son of Duke Stark.

Duke Ed. Stark has five children, three sons, two daughters, one illegitimate child, and one adopted child.

These are what Morgan heard from the Warm Winter Tavern these days.

It is easy to associate it with the current situation.

"Are these people?"

Robb Stark looked at the dozens of mercenaries who came by, his eyes moved to Theon Greyjoy's face and asked.

"It's all here."

Theon Greyjoy nodded.

Although all the mercenaries who signed up were not available, and there were still three short, he was not interested in waiting any longer.

Anyway, the swordsman selected right now is only temporary.

When the old coach of the family gets better, the old coach will continue to teach Bran and Riken to them.

"Then let's start."

Hearing Theon's words, Robb Stark nodded.

"Go, prepare for the longbow and arrows, and move the target out..."

Robb Stark looked at the soldier beside him and ordered.

The soldiers left soon.

Robb Stark walked up to a group of mercenaries and said, "I am Robb Stark..."

"The swordsman selected for my brother this time only needs to work for a few months."

"However, as long as you do a good job, you can join us in Winterfell after the mission is completed."

"The swordsman we hired needs to be proficient in swordsmanship and archery..."

"Presumably you all already know..."

"The next selection method is also very simple, you can compare with each other..."

As Robb Stark's voice fell.

A group of mercenaries whispered to each other immediately.

For the mercenaries, although it is a pity that they are only temporary swordsmen, the commission is generous this time, and they can join Winterfell after the event, which is already very good.

Morgan knew then that the swordsman hired by the Stark family this time was originally a temporary worker.

But this has little effect on him.

He didn't want to be a swordsman for the Stark family all the time.

At this time, several soldiers had taken out several longbows and arrows from the warehouse next to the training ground.

And there are several archery targets placed far in front of the training ground.

"Let’s try archery first, whoever of you will come first..."

Looking at the target set by the soldiers, Robb Stark looked at the mercenaries and asked.

The voice fell.

All the mercenaries immediately look at me, and I look at you.

This kind of competition is actually the sooner you play, the better.

Because the front shot is good.

The mood of later appearances will be affected somewhat.

"I'll come first."

Soon, a middle-aged mercenary with a face full of flesh, a sword hung on his waist, and a slightly bloated figure walked out.

Robb Stark nodded, and the soldier beside him immediately handed a longbow arrow.

Watching the middle-aged mercenary take the bow and set an arrow.

Behind him, Jon Snow walked to the side of his younger brothers Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, and said, "Concentrate on..."

At this moment, everyone on the training ground focused on the middle-aged mercenaries.

Morgan cheered up even more.

Because this middle-aged fat man was one of the three people who found himself yesterday and wanted to give in.

at this time.

The snowflakes in the sky are getting smaller.

The sky is also brighter than before.

After the middle-aged mercenary raised his bow and focused on aiming, he let go of the bowstring.

"Swish..."

A soft sound.

The arrow accurately hit a target tens of meters away.

These targets are made of special wood, with a square piece of cloth nailed in the middle, and the center of the piece of cloth, that is, the position of the bull's eye, is painted with a black mark.

At this time, the arrow of the middle-aged mercenary hit the edge of the black bullseye.

"Damn it!"

"Actually I am better at swordsmanship."

The middle-aged mercenary looked at the distant target, cursed in a low voice, and handed the longbow to the soldier beside him.

Although it is barely a hit.

But it's obviously not enough to apply for a swordsman.

Robb Stark looked calm and said, "Next one."

The voice fell.

A middle-aged mercenary with a thin cheek came out immediately.

Seeing this, Morgan looked a little funny.

Because this is the one who found his three middle masters yesterday.

This one carried a long bow and arrows on his back.

The soldier's longbow was declined, and the thin middle-aged man took off the longbow and arrows from his back, and opened his bow.

"Swish..."

A soft sound.

The arrow hits the exact center of the target.

The middle-aged man put away his long bow and arrows, and walked aside with a confident smile on his face.

Morgan was not surprised to see the middle-aged man hit.

If this is not shot.

Even if he wins everyone else, presumably the Stark family will look down upon it.

After the middle-aged mercenary shot, Robb Stark didn't need to speak this time.

The next mercenary came out immediately.

Time slowly passed.

One person, one arrow is still very fast.

It didn't take long.

All thirteen mercenaries finished shooting.

The score is ten hits in the bullseye.

The other three shot a little too far.

Generally speaking, the strength of these mercenaries is pretty good.

With the thirteenth mercenary down the longbow.

Morgan stepped forward.

A black fluffy trench coat, tall and mighty, with a cold and calm appearance.

Morgan beats anyone on the training ground by his looks and temperament.

Watching the last Morgan come on.

Robb Stark and Jon Snow, as well as other mercenaries with a little bit of vision, couldn't help but cheer up.

The man in front of him is obviously different from the other dozen mercenaries just by looking at his appearance and temperament.

Obviously it does not look like ordinary mercenaries.

Morgan only hung the Elf sword, and the soldier beside him immediately handed a longbow and an arrow to him.

Morgan took the longbow, but looked at the lone arrow in the soldier's hand and said, "Bring me two more."

The voice fell.

It's not just the soldiers holding the arrows that have been stunned.

The surrounding mercenaries who heard Morgan's voice and several members of the Stark family were also stunned.

The soldiers responded very quickly, as if worried that some hadn’t heard clearly, they immediately asked: "Two more arrows?"

"You heard me right."

Morgan nodded.

Only then did the soldier react, and immediately drew two more arrows from the quiver behind him and handed them to Morgan.

Watching Morgan take three arrows.

The mercenaries a little far away finally couldn't help it.

"What is that guy doing?"

"Three arrows...who does he think he is?"

"Are you deliberately trying to attract the attention of the Stark family?"

"I've seen marksman who can shoot two arrows at a time, but shoot three arrows at a time..."

"This guy doesn't seem to be joking..."

"I hope this guy is pretending, if this is a shot, what's the matter with us..."

"..."

Morgan's actions not only caused the mercenaries behind him to whisper.

Even several members of the Stark family were all in their spirits. Brandon Stark immediately looked at Jon Snow behind him and asked: "Can anyone shoot three arrows at once?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it either."

"Perhaps..."

"Let's read on and we will know..."

Jon Snow looked at the figure in front and whispered softly.

Robb Stark, the eldest son of the Duke, stared at the tall figure ahead.

If this can be shot, the marksman in front of him can't let go of Winterfell.

Just when everyone in the training ground looked at the figure in front of them nervously.

Morgan's complexion was extremely calm and the longbow in his hand was turned upside down, and then he opened the bow and set an arrow, pulling it into a full moon in an instant.

Three arrows hang on the longbow.

Morgan looked at the target far ahead.

Such a distance, such a dead target at such a standstill.

With Morgan's archery skills at this time, even if he closes his eyes, it is very likely that he will get it all.

But he only needs to attract the attention of the Stark family.

No need to pretend to be excessive.

Aim slightly.

Morgan's expression calmly let go of the bowstring.

"Swish swish..."

Three arrows from the string rushed towards the target ahead with a howling sound.

Next second.

"Boom boom..."

Three muffled noises sounded one after another.

Three arrows, three bullseye, all in.

For an instant.

The entire training ground was silent.

Everyone looked at the arrows in the center of the three targets in the distance in the distance, and was a little stunned.

Everyone knows that those who excel in archery are called sharpshooters.

But in reality, few people have seen it.

At this moment, everyone believed it.

If there is a sharpshooter, it must be the guy in front of you.

at this time.

Just when some people on the training ground didn't react.

"Papa..."

A clap of applause suddenly sounded from behind.

"Excellent archery..."

Along with the applause, there was a heavy voice.

Everyone in the training ground who was awakened by the applause returned to their senses and immediately turned their heads to look back.

I saw the attic of the warehouse behind.

A handsome middle-aged man wearing a brown luxurious robe and a firm complexion and a middle-aged lady wearing a dark blue delicate robe are looking down at the training ground.

The applause came from the smiling middle-aged man.

"Father..."

"Mother..."

"Master Stark..."

"Master Duke..."

"lady..."

Robb Stark and Jon Snow, Brandon Stark, Theon Greyjoy and the others immediately saluted the two people above the warehouse.

Among the mercenaries, even if they hadn't seen Duke Stark, they reacted and saluted the two above.

Morgan also recognized who these two were, and bowed his head to show respect.

"A breathtaking archery..."

Ed Stark looked at the figure below and spoke with appreciation again, and smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

The voice fell.

this moment.

All the mercenaries looked at Morgan enviously. Duke Stark looked at him. This guy was obviously about to develop.

Although I have to admit that this guy has amazing archery skills.

Just by shooting three arrows just that time, they all hit the target with a stunning one.

This is not a coincidence or luck.

This guy is the undisputed marksman.

Being seen by the Duke of Stark on the spot, it is entirely reasonable to be appreciated.

"Thank you Master Stark for your appreciation."

"I'm Morgan..."

Morgan spoke calmly with a smile on his face, and his temperament made Duke Ed Stark appreciate more.

"I remember..."

Ed Stark looked at Morgan and nodded with a smile, then looked at his son Robb Stark and said, "Go ahead~www.readwn.com~Yes, father."

Robb Stark turned his head and looked at Morgan with a distinctly different look.

Just rely on the arrow just now.

Winterfell will never let go of such a sharpshooter.

What's more, I was seen by my father and appreciated so much.

Next, let's take a look at the swordsmanship of this mercenary named Morgan.

If nothing happens, the swordsman must be him.

Robb Stark didn't say much at this time, he just looked at Morgan and smiled, then looked at the mercenaries, and continued: "Next is the swordsmanship test."

"The people who just hit the bullseye have a challenge with their opponents..."

"The last winner..."

Robb Stark said and looked at Morgan: "Compare with Morgan again..."

The voice fell.

This time, the mercenaries were silent.

Morgan was so favorably treated.

Robb Stark is so biased towards Morgan.

Even if a group of mercenaries are dissatisfied, they can only hold back in their hearts.

The arrow just now shocked not only the mercenaries, but also Lord Duke of Stark.

Now the Lord and Lady of Winterfell City were watching from the attic behind him.

Who dares to complain now?

Talking nonsense?

"Well, you guys are ready to start."

"Remember to be careful..."

Robb Stark stepped aside after speaking.

Morgan returned the longbow to the soldier beside him and stood aside.

The center of the training ground.

The ten mercenaries who hit the bullseye before were divided into five groups, holding long swords and facing each other.

Although Morgan is already everyone's biggest opponent.

But as long as the Stark family didn't announce who the swordsman was, they still had a chance.

What if the sharpshooter Morgan's swordsmanship is poor?