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Chapter 282 An invitation from a high-end brothel!
"Ah ah ah ah ah"

"Morgan."

"Morgan."

"Morgan."

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Looking at the one-on-three in the arena, not only was he able to quickly defeat two of the knights, he even frightened the last knight into surrendering, a tall, handsome, invincible figure.

In the stands, endless cheers, shouts, and screams suddenly erupted at this moment.

Countless spectators stood up, waved and shouted wildly.

The entire arena was filled with an unprecedented fanatical atmosphere.

Night is different from day.

Night can make people more emotional, and it can also amplify the suppressed emotions deep in human nature.

This is also the reason why the audience's calls at night are more enthusiastic and fanatical than during the day.

The first day of the "martial arts contest" specially held for the new imperial prime minister also ushered in the most passionate time.

"Hahahaha, I made a lot of money this time!"

"Sure enough, I read Morgan right. I knew he could do it. I knew it. Haha"

"Damn it, these three trash!"

"Three of them can't deal with that little boy together, damn it."

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

"Morgan, Morgan I love you, I want to marry you Morgan."

"Oh my God, Morgan participated in all the competitions of this tournament and won all of them. Who knows where he came from."

"I'm already looking forward to his performance tomorrow, and I really hope that this night can pass quickly."

"Maggie, I want to get this man, I must get him."

"He's so handsome, I think I've really fallen in love with him"

"Diana, it's not easy for you to get a man, just wait, wait until you go back, I'll send a letter to that Morgan, with the name of "Enchanted Coast" in your Diana's name, I believe no man can refuse , and this one on the field is the same."

"Win again, haha. Morgan, I love you, I want to force you to win No.1 in group melee."

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In the stands, countless spectators were cheering and clamoring.

The king is on the high platform.

Robert Baratheon looked at the figure of the last knight who was frightened and threw down his long sword and raised his hand to admit defeat, he couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha"

"I knew this kid could do it. The guy who can become Ed's family's swordsman could be poor in swordsmanship."

Robert Baratheon laughed out loud, and drank the fine wine in his glass, feeling relieved.

He is indeed in a good mood.

Watching this kid Morgan's game, violence, speed, blood, and simplicity, these feelings are quite a lot. Naturally, Robert Baratheon, who is looking for fun and excitement every day, feels particularly happy and carefree.

I just looked at the tall and tall figure standing alone in the middle of the arena, looking quite lonely and seeking defeat.

Robert Baratheon's mood suddenly became a little complicated.

Once upon a time, I was as handsome as Morgan, no, more handsome than him. At that time, I was the dream of countless young ladies in King's Landing.

Just now.
Thinking of this, Robert Baratheon couldn't help but look at his bloated and round belly, and sighed in his heart: "I can't go back after all."

"With the strength this guy just showed."

At this time, Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard Guards standing aside, also answered, "I think even if I can win the No. It's weird."

"Oh, so optimistic about Morgan?"

Hearing the words of Barristan Selmy beside him, King Robert Baratheon felt a little bit of emotion in his heart and immediately dissipated. He immediately turned his head and looked at the captain of the Kingsguard Guard beside him and asked with a smile.

"With the strength he has shown so far, many people should think so."

"I think of those gamblers in King's Landing."

Barristan Selmy responded with a smile: "At this time, I'm afraid we are secretly lowering Morgan's odds of winning No.1."

Beside King Robert Baratheon.

Queen Cersei Lannister didn't pay any attention to the laughing husband next to her, she just sat lazily on the bench and stared at Morgan's figure on the field with her beautiful green eyes narrowed, wondering something.

On the side of Cersei Lannister, Prince Joffrey looked at that incomparably powerful figure on the field with an ugly expression, and his heart became more and more depressed.

"Haha, Littlefinger, I will accept your hundred gold dragon coins with a smile."

In the huge grandstand area of ​​nobles, Renly Baratheon, the Minister of Justice and the youngest brother of King Robert Baratheon, stood up at this moment and looked at Petyr Baelish, the Minister of Finance, and laughed loudly.

"It's nothing, the swordsman from Lord Stark's family did really well."

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish looked at Renly Baratheon and smiled, then looked at the tall and thick figure two rows ahead and said loudly, "What do you think?"

"Master Stark?"

Ed Stark, who heard the voice, turned his head immediately, and looked at Renly Baratheon, who was looking at him and smiling with some doubts, and Renly Baratheon behind him said: "I didn't hear What are you talking about?"

"Who can tell me?"

Ed Stark also smiled.

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish said immediately, "We are talking about the swordsman from your family, my lord."

"Are you talking about Morgan again?"

"Of course he was brilliant."

Ed Stark nodded,
Although he hasn't been in King's Landing for too long, he also knows that Renly Baratheon, the Minister of Justice, and Petyr Baelish, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, are somewhat at odds. We were joking together, so we asked, "But you are."

"Haha, Littlefinger lost a bet with me by a hundred gold dragon coins"

Hearing Eddard Stark's question, Renly Baratheon immediately smiled unabashedly.

He had always been somewhat uncomfortable with Littlefinger Petyr Baelish's behavior, so he didn't think about saving face for him at this time.

"Oh, I'm still very clear about Morgan's strength."

Ed Stark smiled and said: If you want to continue to play, the possibility of pressing him to win is still very high."

Several powerful ministers of the kingdom were chatting vainly and submissively.

As a student of Morgan.

Arya Stark saw the teacher sweep away the two knights in a devastating manner, and even threw the long sword to surrender to the remaining one who was so frightened.

She just jumped up from her seat, yelling.

Ed Stark couldn't hold her down.

"Look, look."

The father on the side was chatting with several other ministers. Arya was so happy that she couldn't share it with others, so she immediately pulled her sister Sansa Stark beside her and shouted.

"I see."

"Arya, can you stop being so loud"

Sansa Stark broke away from her sister angrily, looked at her sister and said loudly.

Sansa Stark was in a bad mood all day today.

When she came to see the tournament in the morning, she was in a good mood because she could see Prince Joffrey.

It's just that when she looked at her fiancé prince with a smile in the morning, Joffrey turned his head coldly, which made Sansa Stark feel down immediately.

This also led to a whole morning of unhappiness.

Originally, Sansa was not going to watch the competition at night.

However, her father, sister and many people in the castle came to the tournament venue again, and she was bored at home.

Besides, just because Prince Joffrey is unhappy in the morning doesn't mean he will be unhappy at night.

This is why Sansa Stark came here.

It's just that she was disappointed again. Prince Joffrey just turned his head indifferently in front of her, and didn't even look at her directly. How could Sansa bear it.

So she was even more unhappy.

Under such circumstances, younger sister Arya's teasing and teasing would only make her feel even more unhappy, and she even hated Morgan even more.

If Morgan hadn't annoyed Prince Joffrey on the way to King's Landing.

His Royal Highness will not vent his anger on himself, nor will he be indifferent to himself.

Blame that nasty Morgan!

Thinking of this, Sansa Stark shook off her sister's hand and sat alone sulking.

Arya Stark was happy and didn't bother to argue with her sister. She just stood up and looked at the incomparably majestic teacher on the field. At the same time, she remembered that if she faced a siege by three people, would she be able to act like a teacher?
The noisy thoughts of countless spectators in the stands, Morgan on the field naturally did not know.

In the circled arena in the center, looking at the knight who dropped his weapon and raised his hand to admit defeat, Morgan just said coldly: "I accept your surrender, go out by yourself."

The voice fell.

The strong knight, who was a head taller than Morgan, immediately had a happy face, and quickly turned around and ran out of the small arena.

Seeing the surrendered knights voluntarily leaving the ring, the cheers in the stands grew louder.

At this time, the official staff next to the arena finally came to the small competition circle.

Morgan was declared the undisputed winner of this melee group.

When Morgan got on his horse and rode the "radish" to finish the arena once again and walked towards the road to victory, the entire arena erupted with extremely enthusiastic cheers, applause, and more and more screaming female voices .

With Morgan disappearing on the victory track.

The rapid sound of horseshoes soon came from the passageway of the arena again.

The audience continued to warmly welcome the next knights.

It's just until the end of the last group of knights' competition.

The liveliness of the atmosphere on the field did not exceed that of Morgan's one-on-three victory.

Back to the small castle where the Stark family lived in the aristocratic area of ​​King's Landing.

It was almost late at night.

When Ed Stark, Hand of the King, and all the people in the castle fell into a deep sleep.

Candles still flickered in a room by the window on the first floor.

In front of the long table.

Morgan, who was wearing a tight leather armor, was sitting in front of a fairly clear glass mirror behind the long table, constantly adjusting the big fluffy beard on his face and the hideous scar on his left cheek.

Yes, Morgan is wearing a disguise.

Now as long as he goes out at night, he will definitely make up his makeup and dress up in advance to make himself a different person.

It didn't take long.

When Morgan stood up, apart from being the same height and shape, his face and head were already another person.

In the beginning, when Morgan came to King's Landing, his make-up skills were pretty poor.

But now, he is very familiar with it, and the technique is much neater.

Looking at himself in the mirror with a big beard and a hideous scar hanging on half of his face like a centipede.

Morgan was satisfied.

Soon, after hanging up the long sword and putting on a large black robe, Morgan walked to the bed and opened the window.

next second.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness.

The entire castle began to fall into a deep sleep.

"huhuhuhu"

Bitter and cold roared through the streets of King's Landing every day.

Walk on the noisy avenue.

Morgan could clearly feel that the entire King's Landing City was much more lively than usual.

Usually this time.

Except for the few bustling streets, there are not too many people in other places.

But now, many figures can be seen on every street in King's Landing.

Those were tourists who came from other places to take advantage of the King's Landing City Martial Arts Tournament.

Morgan walked towards the laneway that he had walked through many times before at the same speed.

Walk down one street after another.

He quickly got into a dark alleyway.

Just walking into the alleyway, I heard screams coming from the front of the alleyway.

Morgan continued to move forward without changing his expression.

Soon, when Morgan's figure appeared, a tall and thin young man approached furiously, the moment he saw the figure of the comer clearly, he immediately swallowed back the swear words in his mouth.

At this time, Morgan also saw clearly that the group of gang members whom he had taught him twice were beating up several men.

For this situation, Morgan basically ignored it.

Because things like this are happening in this city all the time.

He couldn't manage it, and he wasn't interested.

Of course, there are exceptions, and that is when he is in a good mood.

Under the respectful and fearful eyes of all the gang members.

Morgan walked steadily down the alley.

After half an hour.

He appeared in the dark and busy streets of the underground black market.

The number of people in King's Landing City has increased rapidly, and even the underground black market has become quite busy.

Morgan moved on.

Not long after, he stepped into one of the houses on both sides of the street.

Looking at the old man with white beard and hair and black-rimmed glasses, Morgan said calmly, "I want to know the exact time and dock location when the Black Forest Chamber of Commerce caravan arrives in King's Landing City."

The white-haired and busy old man with glasses looked up at Morgan, recognized that this was a customer who had visited several times before, stopped the quill in his hand and smiled and said: "The Black Forest Chamber of Commerce is not easy to mess with. This news requires five gold dragon coins .”

The old man with glasses showed his usual kind and kind profiteer smile and spoke.

Morgan's face remained unchanged, and he raised his hand and threw a money bag in front of the old man's counter.

10 minute later.

Morgan once again stood in the dark underground black market streets.

The cold wind howled and blew.

But Morgan couldn't calm down in his heart.

"Two days later, late at night and early in the morning, at the East Wharf of Heishuiwan"

Thinking about the news that he had just bought from the profiteer-eyed old man at a huge expense, he felt a little anxious.

"Two days later, it will be the last day of the tournament."

"At that time, winning the championship of the martial arts tournament by myself must have been the focus of many people's attention. If you want to go out to rob the black chamber of commerce caravan in the early hours of the morning, you need to come up with a good excuse."

Thinking of this, Morgan suddenly remembered something, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a small envelope with a nice smell of perfume appeared in his hand.

This is the letter that the servant gave Morgan when he returned to the castle at night.

According to the servant's words and some information written on the envelope.

Morgan knew that this was an invitation letter sent from the high-end brothel "Coast of Love" on the most famous "Silk Street" (Silk Street: a bustling street with various high and low-end brothels) in King's Landing.

"Coast of Fascination. Diana."

Looking at the letter in his hand, Morgan had a playful smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)