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Chapter 245: listener!

"Add hot water..."

I heard a voice outside the door.

Morgan only raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It seems that the value and purchasing power of the gold coin I gave is greater than I thought.

Although it is just a bare gold coin with no patterns or character heads printed on it.

But the existence of gold has always been hard currency.

Here is no exception.

"unnecessary."

Morgan turned down the woman outside without hesitation.

Cover the face with the towel again.

The purpose of the woman sent to the door at this time couldn't be more obvious.

Then.

He heard the insulting words beginning with F in a low voice outside.

I ignored the movement outside the door.

Morgan soaked in the tub and fell asleep directly.

It was already afternoon when I woke up again.

He simply changed his clothes and threw everything else into the dimensional ring in his hand.

Don't expect too much security in such a tavern.

Morgan didn't even bring a long sword, so he put on a robe and went straight out.

open the door.

Immediately you could hear a loud noise coming from the direction of the stairs below.

Go down to the second floor.

Morgan walked into the lobby of the tavern.

I found out that the Black Apple Tavern was almost full at this point.

The loud drinkers and their bodies are bumpy, but it is obvious that the young tavern maid is busy back and forth.

"Hello guests, have a good rest..."

"Would you like something?"

Morgan only approached the bar, and the young bartender he met in the morning greeted warmly again.

"A morning grilled deer steak..."

"Is there any smoked fish that tastes good, let's have another one..."

Morgan knocked on the bar and said, "Right, two more beers."

"OK..."

"Is there anything more?"

"We in Baigang have the best smoked fish in the north. If the customer likes to eat fish..."

"Okay, that's it."

"Hurry up..."

Interrupting the bartender's sales promotion, Morgan waved his hand and walked straight to the last smaller wine table in the hall.

Sitting at the wine table.

Feel the lively and vigorous atmosphere of the market on the ground floor of the pub.

Morgan feels good.

Speaking of which, he was in the last Middle-earth.

Because of the need to follow Gandalf and a group of plot characters.

He has always had a sense of urgency.

However, at that time, his strength was too poor, and whether it was because of money, soul power, or progress in the world, he needed to follow everyone and participate in it.

Now came to this world.

Come to this world where betrayal and murder can be staged at any time.

Coming to this world where there is no such thing as an absolute protagonist, or that everyone is a protagonist.

Morgan's mind obviously became active.

Conspiracy to betray means that he will not give his back to anyone.

The absence of an absolute protagonist also means that Morgan cannot follow the protagonist's exploration progress like the previous world.

Although he doesn't look down on the actions of many plot characters in this world.

With his current strength, his understanding of this new world, and his own system.

Morgan can take another shortcut to increase his exploration progress.

But now the time is too short, and his current understanding of the world is far from enough.

Everything needs to be done slowly and long-term considerations.

In contemplation.

A voice suddenly sounded.

"Hello guest..."

"This is the meal you ordered..."

A good-looking pub maid has brought the plate to Morgan's table.

"Is the guest coming for the first time?"

"I haven't seen you before...

The maid put the food on the table in the same way and asked casually.

Morgan didn't take advantage of words like the many greasy middle-aged men on the wine table around him, or he wanted to do something.

He responded coldly and calmly to the maid's enthusiasm.

Then, the maid who retired in desperation had to give up the rich man from the outsider whom she heard from the bartender.

"Hey, have you heard that, yesterday old Paul on Corner Street caught a yellow bone fish weighing three hundred pounds. He really made a fortune..."

"Of course I heard. I don't just know that old Paul caught the big guy. I also know that old Paul didn't go home last night and slept at Julia's house on Rose Street..."

"Damn, I envy that old fellow Paul, Julia's bitch's **** are so **** tempting..."

"When I make money, I must go to her again..."

"Haha, Mark, this is not only your dream, all the men in Corner Street think so..."

"Haha, come and make a toast to our dream..."

"..."

"The weather is getting cold..."

"It's too uncomfortable to go to sea at night..."

"It's better to have a drink here..."

"Winter is coming soon, right?"

"Yes, it's close..."

"Eh, I wish I could come later..."

"Same, come, drink..."

"..."

"Damn it, who she thought she was, if it wasn't for me, she was seventeen...no, she would have to sell it when she was fifteen..."

"Now that she has that little white face, she met me today and said that she didn't know me..."

"I'm telling you Daniel, if it weren't for..."

"..."

In the lobby of the tavern, all kinds of noises constantly came from around.

Morgan cut a piece of deer steak and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and listening to various news and rumors of the surrounding people in the market.

With his ear power at this time, he can hear too much gossip if he wants to.

However, most of the drinkers who often hang around in such a tavern are mostly bottom-level fishermen in Baigang, known as the "mouth of the north".

The verbal communication between them is apart from fishing.

The most discussed are women, Rose Street, prostitutes and other information, and I am always happy~www.NovelMTL.com~ Morgan naturally finds it difficult to hear useful or interesting information.

But he still ate and drank quietly and listened.

In the last world, he followed a group of guys who were either wealthy or well-known, and traveled together on adventures. There were few times like this.

Now come to this world.

He obviously has to adapt and get used to a similar life.

"I have a friend..."

"Just came back from the Duke's Winterfell..."

At this time, a voice suddenly poured into the ears from the many noisy sounds around.

Morgan looked down, and finally there was a trace of interest on his face.

He stopped the cutlery in his hand and began to listen carefully.

"It is rumored that Lord Duke executed a soldier not long ago..."

"Soldier being executed is not a big deal..."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet..."

"You have to know that the soldier was executed by the Lord Duke himself, and it is rumored that the soldier saw an "alien ghost"..."

""The ghost"...what is that?"