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evening.

The cold wind howled.

Since leaving the northern border, the weather has improved every day.

Although it is the coldest winter of the year.

But you can often see warm sunshine and sunny days.

This is hard to see in the northern border of winter, which is often snowy.

Morgan dismounted and was about to find a suitable place to rest for the night around the huge motorcade that had stopped.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from the front.

"Look there, that is Junlin City..."

"Is it finally here?"

"Are we finally going to Junlin City?"

"Of course, there is at most one day away tomorrow, and we will be there..."

"Finally, I haven't had a good night's sleep along the way..."

"Same..."

"This is my first time in the South. I heard that there are many brothels in Junlin City, and the women are also very beautiful..."

"I haven't played a southern woman..."

"Hey, I'm the same. When I get to the city, I must find a way to taste..."

"Shhh, keep it quiet, why are you so loud about this kind of thing..."

"Miss Sansa Stark, and Miss Arya Stark are still behind, it's okay to be heard by them..."

"I just saw Lord Morgan not far away..."

"Don't worry, Lord Morgan won't care about us, Captain Kelsen will say us..."

"It would be great if you changed to Lord Morgan to be our captain. I heard that we will stay in Junlin City for at least several years..."

"Don't even think about it. With the great strength of Your Excellency Morgan, of course, I followed the Lord Duke and the two Miss Stark to ensure their safety..."

"Speaking of which, Lord Morgan really deserves to be a marksman, that kind of ferocious winter bear can shoot to death with one arrow..."

"I heard that at that hunting conference, His Majesty the King also hunted down a giant bear, but it was much smaller than the one hunted by Lord Morgan. I don't know if it was true..."

"I also heard..."

"Hey, if you want to know this is very simple, just ask the captain, he was also involved in the hunting contest..."

"Forget it, I don't want to be punished for talking privately about His Majesty the King..."

"Do you all know that Lord Morgan is a sharpshooter, but I heard that he is better at swordsmanship..."

"Have heard, I know that Lord Morgan easily defeated several challenging captains from the outer city and the inner city..."

"Then no one dared to challenge Lord Morgan anymore..."

"..."

Several Winterfell soldiers gathered in relaxation in front were discussing something.

Leng Feng brought their voices into Morgan's ears.

Morgan didn't want to disturb them either. These fighters were on guard for most of the day, and only at this time would they have a short free time to relax.

This time the huge convoy chose to temporarily rest overnight in a wilderness.

The best place around, the wilderness under a few sparse trees, has been occupied by the king's tent.

Morgan raised a small bonfire under a lone tree not far from the carriages of Sansa Stark and Arya Stark.

I got my share from the carriage responsible for the dry food in the back.

Morgan sits in front of the campfire and puts on the sausage with a barbecue fork when the smell is just grilled.

At this moment, one tall and one short, two figures suddenly appeared in front of the Morgan fire.

......

Brightly lit inside the king's tent.

The ground is covered with delicate and expensive soft blankets.

Large candlesticks, bonfires, long tables, and various colorful fruits on the long tables.

Duke Ed. Stark in a luxurious black robe by the long table put away the small letter paper in his hand, threw it on the long table in front of him, and said: "So, Daenerys Targaryen is married to Do Slark’s horse king Zhuo Ge. Kao..."

"Are we going to give wedding gifts?"

"This is too far from us..."

Ed Stark spoke a little indifferently, but King Robert Baratheon did not. He immediately answered, "Then let our warriors give them the sharpest dagger, and they will be the result."

I know that the king’s old friends have always hated the Targaryen clan, but he didn’t expect his old friends to hate it to such an extent.

Ed Stark could only helplessly say: "She is still just a child and can't do anything..."

"Do not..."

King Robert Baratheon shook his head and continued: "She can spread her legs quickly and give birth to the evil seed, Ed!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this."

Ed Stark shook his head.

For Ed Stark, who keeps the old traditions, keeps his vows, and obeys the glory.

A king of the lord of the seven kingdoms, a grand duke of the northern winter city, these two big figures actually got together and talked about killing a small girl like this, which really made him a little unacceptable, even that girl. It is from the Targaryen clan.

"What's the matter Ed?"

Seeing the changes in the face of the old friend in front of him, Robert Baratheon immediately knew what Ed was thinking, and immediately said with a grudge, "Do you think this is very mean? It's cruel?"

"No, what her father did to your brother and your father is cruel!"

"And what her brother, Rega Targaryen has done to your sister, the woman I love most, is cruel!"

"I swear that I will kill all the members of the Targaryen family by myself."

"It's all!"

Robert Baratheon gritted his teeth bitterly.

Speaking of hatred for the Targaryen clan, no one is deeper than Robert.

Looking at the king and old friend who hated so strongly in front of him.

Ed Stark sighed in his heart.

The more you know some secrets, the more tormenting people.

But for the safety of his nephew Jon Snow, he can only continue to hide it.

"But this one, you can't kill..."

Ed Stark looked at his old friend and said solemnly, "You can't kill, can you?"

"I know you are talking about Drogo Kao, I heard that there are 100,000 people under his command..."

"No matter how many people he has, even if he has more than one million Slarks, they are in the grassland, they can't get over, they don't even have a boat!"

"Even if they can come, we can drive them back!"

"Robert, what are you worried about?"

Ed Stark looked at the old friend and asked.

Haven't seen it for a long time.

He felt something strange about Robert.

"Ed, I foresee that there will be a war approaching."

"I don't know when it will come, and I don't know who the enemy is, but I have this feeling..."

"There is a war waiting for us..."

After being questioned by an old friend, Robert Baratheon spoke again after being silent.

"Then let him come!"

"We can beat it together again!"

"Forget it..."

Realizing that the old friend seemed to be a little uneasy, Ed Stark suddenly said proudly, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Haha, I thought a lot, you are right, Ed!"

"Come..."

"cheers..."

......

"Wow, it smells good!"

Before the person arrived, the voice came first.

Morgan looked up and saw Sansa Stark, who looked like a quiet lady in a light blue long skirt, and Arya Stark, who was wearing a simple braid and short jacket and trousers similar to tight-fitting, appeared. In front of me.

Among them, Arya Stark was staring at the savory sausage in Morgan's hand and swallowed.

Sansa Stark stood by, looking at her sister's appearance, and listening to her drooling voice, she only felt it was too rude and embarrassing.

She regretted that she had just heard her sister instigate to come with her.

"I want to eat my own bake..."

Looking at Arya Stark, she smiled and said, pointing to the food on the small table and the spit.

These days, he had already seen clearly the character of this little girl, Arya.

Arya was not polite with Morgan, and immediately ran to the small table on her own, picked up the spit and started skewering sausages herself.

Although sister Sansa Stark was angry with her sister Arya's rudeness.

But she has long understood her sister's character.

Not so much.

In addition, in the past few months, he has become familiar with Morgan, the handsome family swordsman who guards him.

This allowed Arya to get out of the carriage and come to Morgan to walk around.

"Your Excellency Morgan..."

Sansa Stark nodded slightly towards Morgan.

Morgan smiled and said, "Don't be so cautious. If you want to eat, let Arya grill it for you."

"You should also come out for a walk. People will be depressed if they sit in the carriage for so long..."

Morgan said, reaching out and beckoning to the guard not far away.

Soon, a guard ran over quickly.

"Get Miss Sansa a stool..."

The guard glanced at the two Miss Stark and asked, "Is it just one?"

Morgan turned his head and was about to speak, and saw that Arya was already sitting on the wilderness grass.

He immediately said: "Just one..."

Morgan finished his instructions, and the guard left soon.

He can sit on the wild grass with withered yellow and green, but not a noble lady like Sansa Stark who is about to marry Prince Geoffrey Baratheon.

As for Arya, the second daughter of the Stark family, the nobleman is an exception.

"Yes, I said the same, but she always likes to stay in the carriage..."

Aaliyah grilled the sausages neatly and said.

Sansa didn't argue with her sister either, just sat quietly on a small stool and caught fire.

It didn't take long.

When Morgan finished the second string of grilled sausages.

The sound of two footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

Morgan looked up and saw Geoffrey Baratheon in a burgundy hard suit approaching.

Behind him, he was followed by the terrifying and ugly "hunting dog" Sandor Krigan.

"On such a night, a barbecue dinner is a very good choice..."

Geoffrey Baratheon looked at the three people under the tree and said.

Morgan looked up at Joffrey, and said casually: "If your Royal Highness doesn't mind the simplicity of the food, you can..."

Morgan said, making an invitation gesture to Geoffrey Baratheon.

Although I don't want to deal with this irritable, grumpy bear kid.

But this time he was ordered by Ed Stark to take care of Sansa and Arya as Sansa Stark's fiancé.

Morgan could not avoid contact with the bear kid prince.

But even contact.

It just stopped at the most obvious level.

Maybe it was because I saw the terrifying giant bear killed by Morgan with one arrow at the hunting convention in Winterfell.

Perhaps it is the name of Morgan who has heard of powerful strength.

Geoffrey Baratheon was fairly normal in front of Morgan.

"Then I'm welcome, Lord Morgan..."

Geoffrey said, but his gaze stayed on Sansa Stark, and then he ordered Sandor Clegane, the hound behind him, to find a stool and sat beside Sansa Stark.

Geoffrey Baratheon was sitting in front of the bonfire, but Sandor Krigan, the hunting dog as a guard, could not sit beside Morgan and barbecue like usual.

Morgan glanced at the hound standing behind Joffrey, raised his hand and threw the freshly roasted sausage in his hand along with the spit.

With this throw of him, Geoffrey, who was finishing talking with Sansa, turned his head, and looked at the flying fork in his heart. When he was about to stretch out his hand to resist, he saw the sausage flying over his head.

The hunting dog Sandor Clegane didn't notice Joffrey's strangeness, and unceremoniously took the fork and gnawed at the grilled sausage.

Joffrey's face was a little ugly only when Morgan was just a little frightened.

In front of his fiancée and his fiancée's sister, his behavior just now was a bit embarrassing.

Geoffrey was angry, and the nameless fire ignited instantly.

He suddenly raised his head and glanced at the marksman Morgan who was the instigator in front of him.

I saw that the opponent's extremely cold eyes were looking over.

Geoffrey was shocked, and when he saw it in the eyes of the other party, he seemed to feel a little chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and immediately put out the anger that had just burned.

Don't dare to look at Morgan's eyes again.

Geoffrey had to turn his head and glared at Sandor Krigan, the hunting dog who was still eating grilled sausages.

Sandor Clegane only noticed the situation at this time.

Only at this moment, considering the strength of Morgan in front of him, Geoffrey Baratheon, who was furious, stood up abruptly and was about to turn and leave.

But still remembering that my fiancee was still there, she looked at Sansa Stark beside her and said, "I'm leaving now."

Ignoring Morgan and Arya Stark, he turned and left.

Sandor Crigan, the hound, stuffed his last bite of the grilled sausage into his mouth, returned the fork to Morgan, and immediately followed.

"Is he angry?"

Arya Stark looked at the back of Geoffrey Baratheon hurriedly leaving, and asked.

"Perhaps..."

Morgan said casually, raising his hand and piercing the smoked meat on the campfire and roasting it.

"Then why is he angry?"

Arya continued to ask.

It's just that without waiting for Arya to answer, Sansa Stark suddenly stood up: "I'm going back first."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to pull the younger sister beside him.

I saw Arya unceremoniously throwing away her sister's hand, and immediately said: "I haven't eaten enough yet."

"If you want to go back, go back by yourself!"

Sansa Stark looked a little ugly, and after nodding to Morgan, she turned around and walked quickly away from the campfire. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Morgan looked at the back of Sansa Stark leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"damn it!"

"Damn **** damn it!!"

Geoffrey Baratheon quickly walked away from the campfire area in the rear, looking angry, and screaming: "I'm going to kill Morgan!"

"I want him to kneel down and beg me like a dog!"

Geoffrey's face was twisted and ferocious, and he snarled at the hunting dog Sandor Clegane who was chasing him behind him.

For a while, the wind and the waves were calm, forbearance, stepping back and thinking more and more angry.

This is the state of anger that Geoffrey was extremely furious at this time.

"That's probably hard..."

The hunting dog Sandor shook his head, watching Geoffrey Baratheon shook his head in a mania and rage, and said that he had seen the other side's state too much.

"why?"

Geoffrey asked immediately, staring.

"You have seen the giant bear hunted by Morgan, and you know that he is extremely powerful."

"Also, I heard that his swordsmanship is more powerful..."

"He left a deep impression on His Majesty the King, and the Duke of Winterfell Eide trusted him very much..."

"He is not like the little characters before..."

"It is difficult for us to deal with such a powerful opponent..."

Sanduo the hunting dog calmly analyzed.

Geoffrey's face became more and more ugly, and he was very angry, but he was not a fool.

"Don't you let me forget it?"

Geoffrey asked Sandor the hunting dog.

Sanduo the hunting dog immediately said: "His Royal Highness, I want to ask you something."

Geoffrey: "Don't talk nonsense, talk about it!"

Sandor the hound: "Are you afraid of Morgan?"

Geoffrey gritted his teeth and said: "Of course I am not afraid!"

Sandor the hunting dog: "Then I can do it."

Geoffrey said anxiously: "What way?"

Sandor the Hound: "The Tournament..."