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Chapter 250 The King Arrives!

It was just getting brighter.

Morgan woke up from sleep on time and opened his eyes.

"Hoohoo."

The whine of the cold wind came from the crack of the open window.

Since the winter rain fell a few days ago.

The weather in the entire winter town is getting colder every day.

Morgan got up quickly and finished washing.

Standing in front of a poor-quality glass mirror.

After a brief tidying up, he picked up the new mail armor at hand.

The dragon scale armor forged from the scales of the evil dragon Smaug in Middle-earth is still in his dimension ring.

But in this world.

In this world that also has dragons.

With his status at this time, wearing the dragon scale armor is still a bit ostentatious for the time being.

Although even if he wears it out, no one may recognize it.

But to avoid trouble, it is more appropriate to wear common mail armor.

Put on the heavy mail armor and hang the elf sword.

Although this sword was forged with the high elf civilization of Middle-earth, it is still exquisite and sharp.

Also somewhat conspicuous.

But compared to the dragon scale armor, this conspicuousness is nothing.

On the contrary, possessing an exquisite sword can demonstrate Morgan's extraordinary strength.

Then put on a black windproof and warm fluffy coat.

An icy aura of not being close to strangers immediately emanated from Morgan.

Went down to the second floor.

When you come to the tavern lobby.

There are already many people eating.

Winter has just arrived.

Before the road is completely frozen, this is the last opportunity to trade with Winterfell this year.

This is the last busy time for businessmen from all over the world.

Morgan ordered a hearty breakfast at the bar as usual.

His appetite has always been directly proportional to his strength.

The food or energy intake per meal is at least several times that of an average adult man.

But being able to eat is nothing in any world.

Even the warm winter tavern has a lot to eat.

Just when Morgan chose to sit at the corner wine table by the window that he often sat these days in the hall.

Entrance on the second floor.

Three mercenaries dressed in leather armor, mail armor, long swords on their waists, and dressed similarly to Morgan appeared.

Morgan sat down with a glass of wheat beer, just glanced at the three "familiar" figures, and then turned to look at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

But those three obviously couldn't calm down about Morgan's appearance.

But this is Winterfell.

Although it is still only in the winter resort town in the outer city.

The three of them didn't dare to make trouble rashly, especially at critical times.

The three of them sneered and looked at Morgan who was ignoring them in the corner with a threatening look, and quickly left the tavern.

Morgan watched the three mercenaries leave the window with a calm expression.

Just yesterday.

These three people came to Morgan uninvited when he was dining, and wanted to get to know Morgan.

But within a few words, they expressed the hope that Morgan would back down during the selection, and they would give thanks.

Morgan, who heard the other party's request, just stared at the three of them with cold eyes.

He ignored the three of them.

This made one of the mercenaries who thought he had been in Winterfell for a long time immediately feel dissatisfied and angry.

It was just pushed down by the middle-aged man in charge.

Knowing the intention of the other party's visit, Morgan ignored the three of them at all.

As long as they dare to do it.

Morgan wouldn't mind having the scene at the White Harbor Black Cider Tavern repeat in Winterfell.

The three mercenaries touched their noses and left.

Naturally, at this time, he would not have any good looks at Morgan.

"Hello, guest."

At this time, the maid brought the rich food to the table.

Morgan's mind immediately shifted from the window to the food.

finish breakfast.

When Morgan left the Warm Winter Tavern.

It was much brighter outside.

Bearing the fluttering snowflakes and stepping on the snow that did not reach the upper of his shoes, Morgan walked quickly to the small square.

I saw a number of mercenaries who were wearing mail armor like Morgan, with long swords on their waists, or longbows on their backs, waiting in front of the wooden house in the small square.

Morgan saw the old man who registered him two days ago.

There are also four soldiers in armor, and a handsome young man with a slender figure, long brown-black hair, leather armor and a gray robe.

At this time, the registered old man was holding a yellowed scroll with his name on it, and was talking to the thin young man who was about to hang his long sword.

Obviously, this time the matter was headed by that young man.

Morgan took a closer look at the boy, but couldn't recognize who he was.

This is not surprising.

He himself is not very familiar with this world, and he has been in Middle-earth for more than 60 years.

If it weren't for the fact that memory keeps getting better with strength.

He may not remember anything about the world at all.

But what can be guessed is that the thin young man in front of him should belong to the Stark family.

A few thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

Morgan tightened his black coat and walked steadily towards the square.

Come to the log house.

Stand with a group of mercenaries who participated in the commission of the Stark family swordsman.

Morgan stood aside with a calm expression.

Among the crowd, he saw the three mercenaries he had just seen in the tavern not long ago.

At this time, the other party also saw Morgan.

Looking at the hostile gaze cast by the three mercenaries.

Morgan just glanced at the three of them, along with the other mercenaries who participated in the selection, his gaze remained calm and indifferent.

Didn't wait too long.

A few more mercenaries came one after another.

The long-awaited thin and handsome young man finally stood in front of a crowd of mercenaries.

"That's it."

"Others who haven't arrived, those who are not punctual, are not worthy of serving the Stark family."

"Come with me"

The thin young man turned around and left after speaking in a slightly arrogant tone.

The four guards followed immediately.

A group of mercenaries who participated in the selection immediately followed behind.

Morgan followed behind the mercenary team and walked towards the inner city of Winterfell.

With the thin youth ahead to lead the way.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the inner city did not stop them at all.

Morgan followed the mercenary team through the taller and thicker inner city wall.

Finally stepped into the inner castle of Winterfell, which is the real Winterfell.

Tower, clock tower, square, garden, training ground, blacksmith shop, library, guard tower.
Like any other city I've ever seen.

Winterfell, the ancestral castle of the Stark family known as the capital of the North and the center of power.

The internal buildings are not much different from ordinary urban towns.

Perhaps the biggest difference is that other cities serve an entire city of millions of people.

And Winterfell is exclusively owned by the Stark family.

"This way."

"Don't go the wrong way."

A warning voice from a soldier came from ahead.

Morgan followed behind, quietly looking at the surrounding Winterfell environment.

Soon, he discovered that many soldiers and servants around were busy with something in a hurry.

Continue to move forward and go deep into the interior of Winterfell.

Morgan soon saw a large number of servants dressed in ordinary clothes struggling to clean up the main road.

Obviously, Winterfell is going to hold some kind of event.

Morgan silently followed behind the team.

Finally, before arriving at the training ground for swordsman selection.

Morgan was passing by several busy attendants when he overheard a conversation.

"Hey, it's been cleaning like this for three days."

"I don't know when His Majesty the King will arrive?"

"It should be soon"

"I saw that the kitchen was already preparing the meat for the feast"

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"The King Comes to Winterfell"

Morgan secretly chewed the news he heard from the passing servant, and immediately narrowed his eyes slightly.

(End of this chapter)