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Chapter 248 Start!

"Boom"

The sky was overcast, with thick clouds hanging low.

The constant sound of winter thunder.

The winter rain is the most gloomy and uncomfortable when the cold winter comes.

Morgan gallops down the open wilderness road on an orange "radish".

Galloping towards the huge black castle ahead.

He abandoned the small carriage that was originally pulled behind him a few days ago.

The compartment is just his eyes and ears to conceal the existence of the dimensional ring on his body.

In a strange world, it is not too much to be cautious.

"Carrot" is a war horse, but it is overkill for pulling a cart.

What's more, pulling a cumbersome carriage is much slower than a single horse.

Time passed slowly.

It was getting darker.

Morgan galloped down the Kingsroad.

Finally, before the night came, they arrived at Winterfell before the outer wall of the huge castle was closed.

"Where did it come from?"

Below the huge castle, in front of the thick city gate, the guards in full armor looked at the tall and dusty man, but he didn't look shabby and asked.

This is the cross-examination that must go through before entering every city.

Morgan had already experienced it when he was in White Harbor.

"From White Harbor."

Morgan said casually.

"What is Winterfell doing?"

the soldier asked again.

"I want to come and see Winterfell, which is famous in the north, and see if I can find something to do here."

Morgan calmly said the excuse he had thought up long ago.

Although this is indeed his original intention.

The reason for seeing Winterfell is quite normal.

Here is "Winterfell", the ancestral castle and center of power of the great Stark family, and is recognized as the capital of the North.

Every year, a large number of people come here for various reasons.

As for the latter: find something to do.
I heard Morgan talking about this.

The guarding soldiers immediately looked at the man in front of him.

Tall, with cold eyes, chain mail, long sword, coat, and horses, the man in front of him doesn't look like the lowest level of ordinary mercenaries at first glance.

Speaking of mercenaries.

Let me briefly talk about the situation of mercenaries in Westeros, where Morgan is now.

Mercenaries: They are not a regular army, but they are a huge group of soldiers who can roam around various battlefields and receive rewards by completing tasks issued by their employers.

This group is divided into different categories because of the different ways of doing things.

There are freelance mercenaries who work alone.

Secondly, there are some free knights, who have no fiefs, no lords, and work for whoever pays.

There is also a large-scale mercenary group with a relatively large scale.

For example, the Golden Group with good reputation and equipment, the Warriors with a bad reputation, and the Second Sons and Stormcrows in the gray area.

Because of the need, mercenaries went deep into every corner of the entire Westeros continent, in all aspects.

Small odd jobs.

It is so big that mercenaries can be seen in the battlefield wars between the major forces.

In this way, it can be seen that mercenaries are not light in the hearts of Westeros mainlanders.

But in reality, most mercenaries are unreliable.

Because they lack enough loyalty and discipline.

Morgan was in White Harbor for three days.

After eavesdropping through the tavern and spending some money, I inquired about a lot of information.

Finally decided to start with a mercenary.

Maybe it's Morgan's nice outfit to wear;

Maybe it's Morgan who gives people an air.

The guarding soldier in front of him looked at the tall man in front of him and waved him away.

At the same time, when Morgan led the horse past, he said casually: "The Stark family will issue some tasks in the winter town square, and you may go there to try your luck."

Hear voices from behind.

Morgan turned his head unexpectedly, and saw that the middle-aged city defender had already begun to question the next traveler who entered the city.

Morgan didn't say much, just glanced at the city defender.

Then he followed a carriage in front and walked inside the Qiancheng gate.

The huge Winterfell is divided into the outer city and the inner castle.

The outer city wall is surrounded by a massive granite wall nearly eighty feet (nearly 26 meters) high.

The inner city wall is protected by a granite wall nearly one hundred feet higher (nearly 30 meters).

Between the outer city wall and the inner city wall.

There is also a moat.

And a small town: Winter Town.

The reason why it is called the winter town is because the town is abandoned for most of the summer, and it is the place where the common people gather in winter.

Morgan's trip is a winter escape town.

Otherwise, ordinary people can easily not enter the inner castle where the Stark family, the "King of the North", resides.

That is the real Winterfell.

Along with a group of people who also went to the winter shelter town.

Morgan headed east all the way, and it didn't take long before he came to a noisy town mainly composed of wooden and stone cottages.

The winter town is next to the sprawling city of Winterfell.

Gathering here are not only the civilians belonging to Winterfell, but also a large number of merchants, travelers, and mercenaries from other places who come here admiringly.

It was dusk.

It was growing dark and gloomy.

The winter resort town is already brightly lit at this time.

The relatively spacious street is noisy and crowded.

Morgan led the "radish" and walked on the slightly crowded street, looking at the surrounding environment and at the same time looking for a place to live.

It didn't take long.

On the west street of this pocket town.

He finally found a tavern.

The name of the tavern with the "Warm Winter" signboard seems to imply something.

But Morgan wasn't interested in knowing.

Give the carrot to the tavern groom.

Morgan pushed open the door of the tavern.

There was a rumbling and muffled thunder behind him.

The thundering winter rain finally fell.

The whole world seems to fall with this winter rain.

The temperature is getting colder.

Push open the tavern door.

The warm and noisy atmosphere mixed with the smell of wine rushed towards him.

It made Morgan feel a little easier.

There are two worlds inside and outside the tavern.

Come to the bar.

After Morgan opened the room, he sat in the lobby and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

He didn't choose to inquire about Winterfell or the Stark family nearby, but quickly returned to the room on the second floor of the tavern.

I wandered in the wild for nearly ten days.

Tired physically and mentally, he needs a good rest.

Winterfell has arrived.

In this world, he doesn't need to be as urgent as he was in Middle-earth.

Because that doesn't help him with anything.

Early the next morning.

It was just getting brighter.

Morgan got up early and came to the lobby of the tavern.

It was found that there were quite a few people dining in the tavern at this time.

He ordered a hearty breakfast.

While enjoying a delicious breakfast at the dining table by the window, you are also quietly listening to the conversations of other people around you.

This place is already within the walls of Winterfell.

At this time, at least half of the ten sentences of the people around the Warm Winter Tavern were related to Winterfell or Duke Stark's family.

This let Morgan know a lot of news.

It just didn't have the sentence that the middle-aged guard who guarded the city yesterday afternoon mentioned.

He now also knew that the mercenaries had to go to the small square on the east side of the winter shelter town in order to accept the mission and find food.

If you need to buy dry food, weapons and armor, or exchange something, you need to go to the south market in the winter town.

Morgan didn't stay in the tavern any longer. After breakfast, he left the tavern and headed towards the small square to the east.

Although the winter town is called a town.

But the actual scale is not much larger than the average village.

Although there are more people, it is far more bustling and busy than ordinary villages.

When Morgan came to the small square to the east.

From a distance, under a wooden bulletin board in the square, a large group of people in different clothes, but all with bows and swords on their backs gathered around and discussing something.

(End of this chapter)