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Chapter 247 Winterfell!
10 minute later.

The originally lively and noisy lobby of the Black Cider Tavern was quiet.

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

Three of them were lying on the ground in disarray, moaning in pain.

The remaining tall and handsome man with a black ponytail and an icy aura was stepping on one of the fallen figures and said calmly, "Whose losses are to be attributed?"

"My mine!"

"Your Excellency, these are all ours."

The big man whose head was trampled hastily spoke in horror with his air-tight mouth missing his front teeth.

Then Morgan looked at the only young bartender who was familiar with the crowd and said, "I heard, all the losses are theirs."

Realizing that the rich and powerful outsider in front of him was talking to him.

The bartender nodded immediately: "Yes, I heard your Excellency."

"and also."

Morgan said, looking at his broken dining table and the messy food all over the floor, he said again: "The food I ordered just now will be delivered to my room, and the cost will be paid." Their."

The bartender nodded like a chicken pecking rice again: "Good sir."

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

The cold and indifferent gaze made all the melon-eating onlookers who were swept away immediately feel uncomfortable and subconsciously moved their eyes away, daring not to look at Morgan.

Only then did Morgan lift the foot on the big head under his feet, and walked towards the accommodation area on the second floor of the tavern.

Watching that tall and cold figure disappear into the entrance on the second floor.

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

"Who is that guy?"

"Looks strong"

"Haha, the three brothers David hit the iron plate this time."

"It deserves it, because there are a few brothers who always find trouble with strangers who don't look good, and now they have finally encountered a hard problem."

"Shh, keep your voice down, be careful David hears and troubles 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 for the three David brothers to find trouble and get beaten instead."

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

"."

The bustle and noise continued in the lobby of the tavern downstairs.

In the room on the second floor.

Morgan opened the door calmly and walked into his room.

It is actually not common to be in a tavern in a strange place like being asked for trouble for no reason just now.

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

Otherwise, if the reputation of deceiving customers spreads, how can they welcome customers.

However, if the money is exposed, it is normal to be troubled by it.

Morgan guessed that this was the reason why he was targeted by those three gangsters.

But this world is not Middle-earth.

Those three gangsters were not half-orcs either.

Morgan didn't attack lightly, but he didn't intend to kill the three gangsters.

After all, killing someone means trouble, especially in public.

Morgan didn't want to make trouble.

He came to White Harbor just to settle down temporarily, and then prepare for the next trip.

At this time.

There was a knock on the room door.

Morgan opened the door, and there was a maid standing outside the door with a whole serving of steaming new food.

three days later.

Inside the tavern room.

In front of the poor quality glass mirror.

Morgan cut her shawl-length hair short again and tied it into a simple and comfortable ponytail.

Shaved off the beard on the face.

Then he picked up the brand new mail armor that was put aside.

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

All the way to the downstairs bar.

Seeing Morgan in full attire, the young bartender immediately said enthusiastically: "Good morning, these are the dry food prepared according to your request."

The bartender said as he took out two rather large packages from under the bar and put them on the bar.

Morgan nodded, and stretched out his hand to untie the package, which contained foods such as beef jerky and mutton jerky.

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

"And the whiskey and ale you want, as well as the carriage, are all ready, and they are all outside."

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

Morgan followed him out of the tavern, and saw a tall and strong horse with orange hair snorting impatiently in front of the gate.

Behind the tall horse, two tavern attendants were loading a huge and heavy package and a large ale barrel into the small compartment at the rear.

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

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

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

Morgan naturally ignored the gazes of others.

He just walked up to the horse, stroked the long face of the horse, which surprised him, and said softly: "From now on, you will be called "Carrot"."

It didn't take long.

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

In front of the carriage, Morgan touched a few silver coins in his hand with a head wearing a crown on one side and a white deer on the other side with great interest.

The purchasing power of a gold coin in this world is stronger than that in Middle Earth.

His expenses for the past three days, together with the large packs of dry food and drinks in the carriage behind him, plus this nice horse and the carriage under him, cost him less than two Middle-earth gold coins.

The few silver coins called "Silver Deer" in his hand were given to him as change from the tavern.

He drove the carriage all the way out of White Harbor.

After leaving White Harbor, he came to the wilderness where no one lived.

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

The speed of the entire carriage was immediately increased a lot.

Morgan, who was driving in one hand and holding a glass of cold beer in the other, took out the map of the Northern Territory that he bought yesterday.

Go further north in the direction of King's Road.

Two days later.

On the vast, sparsely forested wilderness, a fairly obvious wide road has been winding to the north.

Morgan found King's Row shown on the map.

The rest of the journey is much easier.

Go straight on King's Row.

a week later.

At the end of Morgan's vision, a gigantic, man-made castle silhouette finally appeared in front of his eyes.

"call"

He let out a long breath.

Morgan looked at the huge castle at the end of his line of sight and thought to himself: "That should be the rumored "Winterfell", the capital of the ancestral castle where the Stark family, known as the "Guardian of the North" and "King of the North", resides."

At this time.

"Boom."

A muffled thunder came from the distant sky.

Morgan looked up at the dark and gloomy sky.

The feet clamp the horse's belly.

The orange "radish" under him immediately ran wildly.

He galloped towards Winterfell in front of him.

　Ps: I don’t know eunuchs. There are a lot of things in work and life that have delayed the update recently. I’m sorry, the update will return to normal after a busy period of time~~ Please forgive me~~
　　
　
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