Ten minutes later.

The originally noisy black apple tavern is quiet in the lobby.

Everyone looked at the four people in the center of the hall.

Three of them lay on the ground and groaned in pain.

The tall and handsome man with a black ponytail and a cold air was left standing on one of the big figures who fell to the ground and said calmly: "Who are these losses?"

"Mine!"

"Your Excellency, these are all ours."

The big guy who was stepped on his head quickly said in a panic with his air-spread mouth that had missing his front teeth.

Then Morgan looked at the only familiar young bartender in the crowd and said, "I heard that all the losses are counted on them."

Realizing that the rich and powerful foreigner was talking to him.

The bartender nodded immediately: "I heard, I heard your Excellency."

"besides..."

Morgan said, looking at his own dilapidated dining table and the messy food on the ground, saying again: "Send one of the food I just ordered to my room, and the cost is theirs."

The bartender nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice again: "Okay, Your Excellency."

After saying that, Morgan glanced at the various expressions of the onlookers in the hall.

The cold eyes made all the onlookers who were swept and felt discomfort immediately. Their eyes were removed and they did not dare to look at Morgan at all.

Then Morgan raised his big head, stepping on his feet and walked towards the accommodation area on the second floor of the tavern.

Watching the tall and cold figure disappear at the entrance on the second floor.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the originally quiet hall quickly became noisy again.

"Who is that guy?"

"It looks very strong..."

"Haha, these three brothers David have hit the nail on the head this time..."

"I deserve it. Relying on the fact that there are a few brothers who always find trouble with foreigners who have a new face, I finally have a tough time..."

"Shh, whisper, be careful David hears that he is causing trouble for you..."

"I'm not afraid... Forget it, drink and drink..."

"Who knows who that guy is?"

"I don't know, but he seems to have come in the morning. If you want to ask, you can ask the bartender Jock, he knows more..."

"Haha, today is really good. This is the first time that the three David brothers were beaten up if they were in trouble..."

"So happy, come, cheers..."

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The bustling and noisy continued in the hall of the tavern downstairs.

In the second floor room.

Morgan opened the door and walked into his room with a calm expression.

It is not common to have trouble just now in a strange tavern.

After all, the owner who can open a tavern is quite capable in the local area.

Otherwise, how can you welcome guests if your reputation is spread?

However, if you reveal your wealth, it will be normal to be troubled.

Morgan speculated that this should be the reason that led to his targeting by the three gangsters.

But this world is not Middle-earth.

Those three gangsters are not half-orcs.

Morgan made a tough move but had no intention of killing the three gangsters.

After all, killing someone means trouble, especially in public.

Morgan doesn't want to make trouble.

He came to Baigang just to settle down for the time being and then prepare for the next trip.

At this time.

The door of the room was knocked.

Morgan opened the door and stood outside the maid holding a whole serving of steaming new food.

Three days later.

In the tavern room.

In front of inferior glass mirror.

Morgan cut his long shawl hair short again and tied a simple and comfortable ponytail.

Shave the beard on your face again.

Then he picked up the brand new mail that was placed aside.

Soon, Morgan, wearing a brand new chain mail inside, a black fluffy coat outside, and an elf sword hanging on his waist, walked out of the door of the room.

I came all the way to the bar downstairs.

When the young bartender saw Morgan in full dress, he immediately spoke enthusiastically: "Good morning, these are the dry food prepared as you ask."

The bartender said as he took out two large packages from the bar counter and put them on the bar counter.

Morgan nodded, reached out and unpacked the package. The package contained foods like jerky and mutton.

Inside the other package is filled with seasonings such as salt, spices and some miscellaneous things for cooking.

"The whiskey, marina beer and carriage you want, are all ready, all outside..."

The young bartender said as he walked out of the bar to lead the way.

Morgan followed out of the tavern and saw an orange-colored horse in front of the gate sniffing with some impatientness.

Behind the tall horse, two tavern attendants were loading a huge and heavy package and a large wine barrel into the small carriage at the rear.

For Morgan, he had to bring so much dry food and wine, and even brought one of the whole ale.

The young bartender and the tavern felt a little strange.

But if the guests have money, they will definitely not be stupid enough to stop them.

Morgan naturally ignored the eyes of others.

He just walked to the horse, touched the long face of the horse that he unexpectedly thought was good, and said softly: "You will call it "radish" from now on."

Not long after.

Morgan drove out of the Black Apple Tavern in a small carriage.

In front of the carriage, Morgan felt very excited when he touched the few in his hand, wearing a crown portrait on his head, and silver coins with the image of a white deer.

The purchasing power of a gold coin in this world is stronger than in Middle-earth.

His expenses in the past three days, plus the several large packages of dry food and wine in the car behind him, and this good horse and the car under him cost less than two Middle-earth World gold coins.

The silver coins in his hand, called "Silver Deer", were given to him by the tavern.

Driving the carriage all the way out of Baigang.

After leaving Baigang and coming to the uninhabited wilderness.

Morgan waved away several heavy packages and ale barrels in the carriage.

The speed of the entire carriage was immediately increased.

Morgan, who was driving in one hand and holding a glass of cold beer in the other, took it out and bought the North Frontier Map yesterday.

Walk all the way toward King's Avenue further north.

Two days later.

On the vast and sparse wilderness, a relatively wide road winds towards the north.

Morgan found the Kings Avenue displayed on the map.

The next itinerary is much simpler.

Go ahead along King's Avenue.

A week later.

At the end of Morgan's sight, an extremely large, man-built castle finally appeared in front of him.

"call..."

He let out a long sigh.

Morgan looked at the huge castle at the end of his sight and said in his heart: "That should be the rumored "Winterfell City", the capital of the ancestral castle of the Stark family, known as "Guardian of the North" and "King of the North", is located..."

At this time.

"Boom..."

A muffled thunder came from the distant sky.

Morgan looked up at the dark and gloomy sky.

The horse's belly is squeezed with both feet.

The orange "radish" under him immediately ran wildly.

Racing towards Winterfell ahead.
Chapter completed!