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"Rumble..."

The sky is gloomy, with thick clouds hanging down.

The winter thunder that keeps ringing.

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

Morgan rode an orange "radish" on the empty wilderness avenue.

Galloping toward the huge black castle ahead.

The small carriage that was originally pulled behind was abandoned by 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 an unfamiliar world, all caution cannot be overstated.

"Carrots" are war horses, but they are overkill for pulling carts.

What's more, the speed of pulling a cumbersome carriage is much slower than that of a single person and a single horse.

Time slowly passed.

The sky is getting gloomy.

Morgan rushed on King's Avenue on horseback.

Finally, before the night came, I rushed to Winterfell before the outer walls of the huge castle closed.

"Where did it come from?"

Below the huge castle, in front of the thick city gate, the guards in armor and heavily armed guards looked at the dusty, but not shabby tall man asked.

This is the cross-examination that must be experienced before entering each city.

Morgan had already experienced it when he was in Whiteport.

"Come from Baigang."

Morgan said casually.

"What do you do in Winter City?"

The soldier asked again.

"I want to see the famous Winter City in the north, and see if I can find something to do here."

Morgan will calmly speak out the excuse he has already thought of.

Although this is indeed his intention.

The reason to see Winterfell is normal.

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

Every year there are a large number of people who come here for various reasons.

As for the latter: find something to do...

I heard Morgan talk about this.

The defender immediately looked at the man in front of him.

Tall, cold-eyed, chain mail, long sword, coat, and horses, the man in front of him didn't look like the lowest ordinary mercenary.

Speaking of mercenaries.

Simply talk about the mercenaries in Westeros where Morgan is now.

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

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

There are free mercenaries working alone.

Secondly, there are some free knights who have no benefice, no lord, and whoever pays will do part-time jobs.

There is also a large-scale mercenary group.

For example, the famous and well-equipped Golden Group, the badly known Warrior Group, and the Second Son Group and the Storm Crow Group in a gray area.

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

Small piecemeal day labor tasks.

Mercenaries can be seen in battlefield wars between major forces.

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

But in fact, most mercenaries are actually unreliable.

Because they lack sufficient loyalty and discipline.

Morgan was in Whiteport for three days.

Eavesdropping through the tavern, and after spending some money to inquire about a lot of information.

Finally decided to choose to start with a mercenary.

Maybe it's Morgan's good outfit;

Maybe Morgan gives a kind of temperament.

The garrison soldier in front of him looked at the tall man in front of him and waved to let him go.

At the same time, when Morgan walked by with a horse, he said casually: "The Stark family will release some tasks in the town square of Bidong. You may be able to try your luck there."

Hear the voice coming from behind.

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

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

Immediately following the carriage of the horse in front, walked inside the front gate.

The huge Winterfell is divided into Outer City and Inner Fort.

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

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

Between the outer and inner walls.

Also separated by a moat.

And a small town: Bidong town.

The reason why it is called Bidong Town is because this town was abandoned during most of the summer and is a gathering place for common people in winter.

Morgan's trip is to avoid winter towns.

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

It is the real Winterfell.

Follow a group of people who also went to Bidong Town.

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

The town of Bidong is next to the huge Winter City.

Gathering here is not only the civilians who belong to Winterfell, but also a large number of other merchants, travelers, and mercenaries who come from all over the world.

It's dusk.

The sky is getting darker and gloomy.

The town of Bidong is already brightly lit at this time.

The fairly spacious streets are noisy and crowded.

Morgan led the "radish" on the slightly crowded street, looking at the surrounding environment while also looking for a place to live.

It didn't take long.

On the street west of this miniature town.

He finally found a pub.

The name of the tavern with the "warm winter" sign seems to mean something.

But Morgan was not interested in understanding.

Give the carrot to the tavern attendant groom.

Morgan opened the door of the tavern.

After a muffled thunder rumbling behind him.

The thunderous winter rain finally came down.

The whole world also seemed to fall with this winter rain.

The temperature became colder and colder.

Open the door of the tavern.

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

It made Morgan's mood a little lighter.

There are totally two worlds inside and outside the pub.

Come to the bar.

Morgan opened the room ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and sat in the hall again after enjoying a great 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.

Wandering in the wild for nearly ten days.

He is exhausted physically and mentally and needs a good rest.

Winterfell has arrived.

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

Because that doesn't help him solve anything.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just getting bright.

Morgan got up early and went to the tavern hall.

I found that there were many people dining in the pub at this time.

He ordered a hearty breakfast.

While sitting at the dining table by the window, enjoying a delicious breakfast, I was also quietly listening to the chatting conversations of other people around me.

This is already within the winter city wall.

At this time, at least half of the ten words of the people around the warm winter tavern were related to Winterfell or to the Duke Stark family.

This let Morgan know a lot of news.

It's just not the sentence that the middle-aged city guard mentioned yesterday afternoon.

He now also knows that mercenaries need to go to the small square on the east side of the town of Bidong if they want to take over the task and find food.

If you need to buy dry food, weapons, armor, or exchange something, you need to go to the southern market in the town of Bidong.

Morgan did not continue to stay in the tavern, and soon after breakfast he left the tavern and headed to the small square to the east.

Although the town of Bidong 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 prosperous and busier than ordinary villages.

When Morgan came to the small square to the east.

From a distance, under a wooden bulletin board on the square, a large group of people with different clothes, but all with swords and swords, gathered around them and talked about something.