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Chapter 246 The Listener!
"Add hot water."

A voice was heard outside the door.

Morgan just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It seems that the value and purchasing power of the gold coin I gave is greater than what I imagined.

Even though it's just a bare gold coin with no printed patterns or character portraits.

But the existence of gold has always been a hard currency.

Here too.

"unnecessary."

Morgan refused the woman outside the door without hesitation.

Drape the towel over your face again.

The purpose of the woman who delivered it to the door at such a time couldn't be more obvious.

then.

He heard insulting words starting with F whispered outside.

He ignored the movement outside the door.

Morgan fell asleep directly in the bathtub.

It was already afternoon when I woke up again.

After simply changing his clothes, he threw all the other things into the dimensional ring in his hand.

Don't expect too much security in such a tavern.

Morgan didn't even bring a long sword, so he put on a robe and went out directly.

open the door.

Immediately, a loud commotion could be heard coming from the direction of the stairs below.

Went down to the second floor.

Morgan walked into the lobby of the tavern.

Only to find that the Black Cider Tavern is almost full at this point.

The loud drinkers and the tavern maid with a bumpy figure but a face that is obviously not young are busy back and forth.

"Hello, guest, have a good rest."

"Would you like something?"

Morgan had just approached the bar, and the young bartender whom he had met in the morning greeted him warmly again.

"A portion of the grilled deer steak in the morning."

"And the smoked fish tastes good, and I'll have another one."

Morgan knocked on the bar and ordered, "By the way, two more beers."

"OK."

"Do you need anything else?"

"We in White Harbor have the best smoked fish in the north. If guests want to eat fish, we also have..."

"Okay, that's all."

"Move faster."

Interrupting the bartender's promotion, Morgan waved his hand and went straight to the last smaller wine table in the hall.

Sitting at the wine table.

Feel the bustling and lively atmosphere of the bottom of the tavern.

Morgan feels good.

Speaking of which, he was in the last Middle-earth world.

Because of the need to follow Gandalf and a group of plot characters.

He has a sense of urgency all the time.

But at that time, his strength was too weak, and whether it was because of money, soul power, or the progress of the world's exploration, he needed to follow everyone to act and participate in it.

Now come to this world.

Come to a world where betrayal and murder can be staged at any time.

Come to this world where there is no so-called absolute protagonist, or in other words, everyone is the protagonist.

Morgan's mind became visibly active.

Conspiracy to betray means that he will not give his back to anyone.

There is no absolute protagonist, which also means that Morgan cannot follow the protagonist's exploration progress like in the previous world.

Although he doesn't like the actions of many plot characters in this world.

With his current strength, his understanding of this new world, and his understanding of the system in his body.

Morgan can completely find another shortcut to increase his exploration progress.

But the time is too short now, and his understanding of this world is still far from enough.

Everything needs to be done slowly and in the long run.

Contemplative room.

A voice suddenly sounded.

"Hello, guest."

"Here's your meal."

A tavern maid with a good figure has already come to Morgan's table with a plate.

"Is this your first time here?"

"I've never seen you before
The maid put all the food on the table and asked casually.

Morgan didn't take advantage of his words like many greasy middle-aged old men on other wine tables around him, or he wanted to use his hands.

He calmly responded to the maid's warmth.

Then, the maid who quit in spite of the difficulties had to give up the wealthy foreigner whom she heard from the bartender.

"Hey, did you hear that old Paul from Corner Street caught a yellow-bone fish weighing three hundred pounds yesterday, and he really made a fortune."

"Of course I heard. Not only do I know that old Paul caught that big guy, I also know that old Paul didn't go home last night, and slept at Julia's house on Rose Street."

"Damn, I envy that old Paul, Julia's whore's boobs are so fucking tempting."

"When I make money, I will definitely fuck her once."

"Haha, Mark, it's not just your dream, it's what all the men on Corner Street think"

"Haha, come, let's make a toast to our dreams."

"."

"The weather is getting cold"

"Going out to sea at night is very uncomfortable."

"It's still comfortable to have a drink here."

"Is winter coming soon?"

"Yes, very close."

"Hey, I wish I could be late"

"Same, come, drink"

"."

"Damn, who does she think she is, if it weren't for me, she's 17. No, she's 15 and has to be out selling it."

"Now she's caught up with that little boy, and when she met me today, she actually said she didn't know me."

"I told you Daniel, if not"

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In the lobby of the tavern, various discussions and noisy voices continued to come from around.

Morgan cut a piece of deer steak and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he listened to various news and rumors from the surrounding people.

With his current hearing ability, as long as he wants, he can hear too much gossip.

However, most of the drinkers who often linger in such taverns are just bottom-level fishermen in this White Harbor, known as the "mouth of the north".

The verbal communication between them is except for fishing.

The most discussed are women, Rose Street, prostitutes and other information, and they never get tired of it.

It was naturally difficult for Morgan to hear useful or interesting information.

But he still ate and drank quietly and listened.

In the last world, he traveled on adventures with a group of guys who were either from rich families or prominent bloodlines. There were not many times like this.

Now come to this world.

He obviously has to adapt and get used to a similar life.

"I have a friend"

"Just came back from the Duke's Winterfell."

At this time, a voice suddenly poured into the ears from the many noisy voices around.

Morgan paused, and finally there was a hint of interest on his face.

He stopped the tableware in his hand and began to listen carefully.

"It is rumored that the Duke executed a soldier not long ago."

"It's no big deal for a soldier to be executed."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet."

"You have to know that the soldier was executed by the Duke himself, and it is rumored that the soldier saw the "White Walker"."

"The White Walkers. What's that?"

"Pritt, you don't even know the White Walkers?"

"Haha, you really surprised me."

"Be quiet."

"Tell me what happened to the ghosts"

"No problem, but this cup is up to you"

"Damn it, you really know how to pick your time."

"I agree, go ahead and I'll let you invite me back."

"Haha, that's not necessarily true."

Two voices were bargaining.

Morgan listened quietly without changing his expression.

at this time.

"boom"

A tall wooden wine glass filled with beer was placed heavily on the table in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, an uninvited large figure sat opposite.

(End of this chapter)