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Chapter 254 Don't Kneel!

It was just getting brighter.

Soft big bed.

Morgan awoke from his sleep just in time.

The moment you open your eyes.

Morgan, who woke up from a deep sleep, was a little stunned.

But only for a moment.

He woke up.

Realized that he was no longer in Middle-earth.

Instead, he came to the new continent of Westeros.

Three days ago, he stood out from a crowd of mercenaries with surprising skills, and thus became the temporary swordsman of the Stark family.

Today is already the fourth day since he joined Winterfell.

Roll over and get up.

The upper body is bare and muscular, with beautiful and strong lines.

Morgan put on a pair of shorts and got out of bed and went to the window.

Open big windows.

"call"

The oncoming cold air made Morgan extremely sober in an instant.

Take a deep breath.

Feeling the awakening of his body, Morgan raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

On each roof, there is still the white snow that fell two days ago.

Between the garden square and the major buildings.

A large number of attendants and servants can still be seen busy.

The news that His Majesty the King came from King's Landing reached Winterfell more than half a month ago.

Winterfell also began at that time.

All kinds of cleaning and cleaning have been carried out in order to welcome the king's arrival in the best posture.

Until now, His Majesty's convoy has still disappeared.

But the cleanup in Winterfell City did not relax at all.

In short, the cleanup of Winterfell will not stop until the king arrives.

Stand in front of the window.

Morgan moved around naked, then returned to the house and began to wash.

Washed up.

Standing in front of the glass mirror, she trimmed her beard and tied her black ponytail higher and back.

Morgan did not put on the icy mail armor as before, but picked up a beige soft leather armor and put it on.

Inside Winterfell is no better than outside.

Appropriate change Morgan would not say no to.

Although for him, there is no difference in the weight of wearing an extra piece of mail armor and a piece of leather armor.

But wearing soft leather armor is much more comfortable than cold mail armor.

The lower body is a tight-fitting black suit, the upper body is leather armor, and then a black luxurious fluffy coat, and the high elf sword is hung on the waist.

After finishing dressing, Morgan opened the door and went out.

First, I went to the kitchen of Winterfell City and had a fairly sumptuous breakfast.

Morgan then walked to the training ground.

His current task as a swordsman is to teach the two youngest sons of Duke Eddard Stark the skills of swordsmanship and archery.

But the youngest, Rickon Stark, is too young, it's just a matter of making up the numbers.

It is Brandon Stark who really needs his teaching.

"Good morning, Morgan."

Just approaching the training ground, Jon Snow, who was training in swordsmanship and slashing in a tight outfit, greeted him from a distance.

"Morning, Jon."

Walking into the training ground, Morgan greeted Jon Snow with a smile.

these days.

Because Jon Snow wanted to befriend the powerful Morgan.

Morgan is also willing to communicate with this "illegitimate child" with a good personality.

Therefore, the relationship between the two is much more familiar than others.

After that, I greeted a few soldier leaders who I still knew and were training in the training ground one after another.

Morgan looked around, but didn't see the two Stark students who had arrived at the training ground early in the past few days.

"Looking for Bran and Rickon?"

Seeing Morgan looking around, Jon Snow stopped training in his hands, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and asked.

"Well, the two of them arrived early at this point."

Morgan looked away and nodded.

"I heard that Rickon had a stomachache yesterday, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come today."

Jon Snow continued.

"Okay, then that kid will definitely not come today"

Hearing what Jon Snow said, Morgan smiled.

After a few days of contact, he has already understood the characters of the two little Starks.

Rickon Stark has an active personality, some rebellious, some wild.

Although Brandon Stark looks handsome and quiet, he is actually not. He has a hidden sense of adventure, and his favorite thing is to climb the walls of Winterfell.

There is also the Arya Stark whom Morgan has seen who is also the child of Duke Stark, who is called "Arya" in memory.

That character is even more lively and vibrant.

If it weren't for her being a girl, there must be Arya Stark training under Morgan at this time.

The restless thoughts hidden in the characters of several Stark children may have something to do with Duke Eddard Stark's genes.

"Here comes Bran."

Jon Snow put down the towel in his hand, looked into the distance and suddenly spoke.

Morgan turned his head, and saw a small figure in a tight brown suit striding towards this side from a distance.

It was Brandon Stark.

After half an hour.

"Stand up straight."

"Arms relax, how many times have I said that"

"Eye to the arrow, then to the target."

"to be in a line"

"Aim for a while longer, so that you can calm down"

"Relax."

"Breathe, breathe and relax"

"That's it."

On the training ground, in the bow and arrow practice area, Morgan stood beside Brandon Stark who raised his bow and set his arrows, guiding him in a calm tone.

Seeing that Bran beside him became quiet, he continued: "Yes, that's it."

"OK"

Morgan's voice fell.

"whoosh"

The arrow shot out from Brandon Stark's longbow immediately.

"boom"

A muffled sound.

The arrow hit the center of the target tens of meters away.

Brandon Stark immediately showed a bright smile on his face.

A smile appeared on Morgan's face, too.

To be honest, Brandon Stark's talent in swordsmanship and archery is not very good, not even comparable to his brother Rickon Stark.

But he is willing to learn and endure hardships.

This is why Morgan taught him patiently, and also regarded him as a half-student.

"Not bad, I finally saw progress."

"And a lot of progress"

Jon Snow, who was watching from the sidelines, stepped forward, looked at his younger brother Bran and smiled.

Some fighters from other training around also surrounded them.

Brandon Stark's delicate face with freckles immediately blushed, and he said in embarrassment: "Mr. Morgan taught me well."

"No matter how good I teach, it's useless if you don't work hard."

"Bran, good progress"

Morgan laughed.

From a few days ago, at least one of the three arrows would miss the target until now.

Brandon Stark has indeed made great progress.

Deserves Morgan's praise.

at this time.

"Come, His Majesty the King is coming."

An excited voice came from the watchtower above the city wall not far away.

Morgan and everyone on the training ground immediately looked sideways in the direction of the watchtower.

I saw a few soldiers coming down from the wall where the watchtower was located, struggling to run towards the main castle where Duke Stark lived.

"His Majesty the King is coming, it seems that there is no need for training."

Jon Snow looked at the figures of the soldiers running wildly in the distance and turned his head to look at Morgan and his younger brother Bran and smiled.

"It's going to be fun next time."

"Bran, today's training is over."

"Go back, go take a shower and change your clothes, it's not good to see His Majesty the King covered in sweat."

Morgan looked at student Bran and said.

Brandon Stark nodded. Although he really wanted to climb up the city wall to see the rumored figure of His Majesty the King, it was too late at this time.

After greeting Brandon Stark, he quickly ran to the main castle.

Morgan looked to Jon Snow and said, "Why don't you leave?"

"in time"

Jon Snow shook his head: "I saw His Majesty's convoy from the watchtower, and there is still some distance to Winterfell."

"There is still time."

"Morgan, let's try again!"

Jon Snow looked at Morgan and said.

Morgan laughed immediately: "Why, not convinced?"

"Try again?"

two days ago.

Morgan after training the brothers Brandon and Rickon.

Jon Snow suddenly proposed to compete with Morgan in swordsmanship.

Then, totally predictable.

Morgan beat him easily in front of a crowd.

"No"

"There's nothing unconvinced."

Hearing Morgan's words, Jon Snow shook his head and continued: "But I feel that I have improved recently, let's try again."

"Well."

Morgan nodded. Since the other party was looking for abuse, he was naturally happy to fulfill it. He raised his hand and pulled out the elf sword from his waist.

5 minute later.

Jon Snow flew upside down again, and fell firmly on the training ground.

Morgan stepped forward with a smile, ready to give him a hand.

Several soldiers strode towards the training ground, came straight to Morgan and Jon Snow and said, "Your Excellency Morgan, Your Excellency Jon"

"Mrs. Caitlin has you all ready."

"His Majesty the King will come soon"

in the afternoon.

The sky became overcast.

A thick cloud of lead covered the sky.

The cold wind howled.

Looking at the sky, it seems that the wind and snow that stopped yesterday showed signs of continuing.

Inside Winterfell.

The outer city wall and the inner city wall have their gates wide open.

A large number of attendants, servants and soldiers came and went.

His Majesty's convoy is coming soon.

For this reason, Winterfell, which has been busy for more than half a month, naturally had to prepare everything to welcome the king at the critical moment of his arrival.

Time passed slowly.

In the entire Winterfell city, whether it was the people in the inner castle or all the people in the winter shelter town inside the outer city wall, they all stood on both sides of the avenue under the order of the Stark family.

The soldiers in Winterfell even went out to both sides of the King's Road outside Winterfell, waiting neatly for the king's arrival.

Inner castle.

In front of the huge and majestic main castle wide square.

"Guardian of the North" "Duke of Winterfell" Ed Stark is taking his wife Caitlin Tully, and their eldest sons Robb Stark, Brandon, Rickon Stark, and others With two biological daughters, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark is standing at the forefront of the huge team.

Standing in the second row behind the Stark members are the adopted son Theon Greyjoy, the "illegitimate son" Jon Snow, and the grand maester Luwin of Winterfell, who trained Luo Bo, Jon, and Theon's old coach Roderick Cassel, who is recovering from his injuries, also appeared here.

Finally, the new swordsman Morgan stood in the second row.

Behind them are the other leaders of the guards, and other retainers of the Stark family, as well as a large number of servants.

A large group of people stood on the large square in front of the castle in Winterfell.

Quietly waiting for the arrival of the king.

Outside Winterfell, on the wide and wild Kingsroad.

A huge team is slowly driving on the muddy road.

A few days ago, the heavy snow that brought the harshness of winter turned the entire northern border into a world of ice and snow.

What followed was that King's Row became Mud Row.

This is also the reason why the entire huge king's procession was slower than planned for several days.

Well, it's finally here.

Following the huge team that could not be seen at a glance, they approached Winterfell.

First appeared in the eyes of the soldiers waiting on the avenues on both sides of the city, holding a yellow background with a mighty cavalry team with a crowned stag flag in the shape of a black deer with its feet raised and its head raised.

After the first team.

Then the cavalry troop with a golden lion banner holding a red background with the appearance of a roaring lion printed on it followed closely behind.

Two teams holding flags passed behind.

In Pang Ran's team, important figures from King's Landing City finally began to appear.

Finally, when a huge, exquisite and luxurious carriage pulled by several horses slowly drove into Winterfell.

The gates outside Winterfell were closed again.

Outer city, inner castle.
When the huge convoy from King's Landing City drove into the inner city, it went straight to the main castle.

All the servants and attendants standing on both sides of the road all paid attention.

At this time, on the wide square.

A group of Stark family members and retainers led by Ed Stark, Duke of Winterfell, are waiting.

Finally, the huge carriage stopped in the square, and the cavalry guards who followed quickly dispersed to guard the surroundings.

When a middle-aged fat man wearing a wine-red luxury fluffy cloak and riding a tall horse walked steadily towards the Stark family.

When Ed Stark saw the approaching figure, he bowed his head first, bowed, squatted down, and knelt on one knee.

When the Duke of Winterfell knelt down, all the people around him knelt down behind him.

However, Morgan wasn't about to kneel.

He didn't even kneel down to the high god Iluvatar in Middle-earth.

The continent of Westeros at the foot.

Naturally, it is even more impossible to kneel down to a mere mortal king.

Not even kneeling on one knee.

At this moment, Morgan bowed and squatted down, and pulled the large black robe on his body to block everything in front of him.

Then, inside the black robe, he made a posture of kneeling on one knee, but his feet didn't touch the ground.

Wearing leather armor inside, a luxurious wine red robe and cloak outside, and a long sword hanging around his waist, the fat middle-aged man stepped on the stepping box brought by the attendant and got off the horse.

Holding the long sword at his waist with one hand, the fat middle-aged man with a big belly strode up to Ed Stark who was kneeling on one knee, and raised his hand casually.

Ed Stark slowly stood up.

As soon as he got up, all the people who had just knelt down in the entire square immediately stood up.

Morgan got up, and only at this moment did he see clearly the King of the Seven Kingdoms sitting in King's Landing City.

Tall and bloated, black and gray mixed with messy long hair, piercing eyes, ruddy and shiny complexion, traces of former handsomeness can be seen on the slightly obese face.

Based on appearance alone, this is a person who knows the other person's good-natured personality at a glance.

In front of the team, King Robert Baratheon and his old friend Ed Stark hugged each other, then let go and laughed: "Haha."

"Ed, you're getting fat."

(End of this chapter)