It was just dawn.

Morgan woke up from his sleep on time and opened his eyes.

“Huhu…”

The whimpering sound of the cold wind came from the unclogged gap in the window.

Since the winter rain fell a few days ago.

The weather in the entire winter town is getting colder day by day.

Morgan got up neatly and finished washing.

Standing in front of a poor glass mirror.

After a brief tidying up, I picked up the new mail at hand.

The dragon scale armor forged with the scales of the evil dragon Smaug in Middle-earth world is still inside his dimensional ring.

But in this world.

In this world where dragons are also present.

With his status at this time, the dragon scale armor is still a bit silly for the time being.

Even if he wears it, no one will recognize it.

But to avoid trouble, it is more appropriate to wear common mail.

Wear heavy mail and hang up the elf sword.

Although this sword forged and Middle-earth High Elves civilization is still exquisite and sharp.

Also somewhat conspicuous.

However, compared to dragon scale armor, this conspicuous point is nothing.

On the contrary, having an exquisite sword can demonstrate Morgan's strength.

Put on a black wind-proof and warm fluff coat.

A cold breath that was not close to anyone was immediately emitted from Morgan.

Go down the second floor.

When I arrived at the tavern hall.

There are already many people eating.

Winter just arrived.

Taking advantage of the fact that the road has not been completely frozen, this is the last opportunity to trade with Winterfell this year.

This is the last time for businessmen from all over the world.

As usual, Morgan ordered a hearty breakfast at the bar.

His appetite has always been proportional to his strength.

The food you eat or intake of energy at least several times that of an average adult man.

But being able to eat is nothing in any world.

There are a lot of food in the warm winter tavern.

Just when Morgan chose the restaurant table in the hall that he often sat down by the window corner these days.

At the entrance of the second floor.

Three mercenaries wearing leather armor, mail, and long swords on their waists, dressed in similar shapes to Morgan appeared.

Morgan sat down with a glass of wheat beer, just glanced at the three "familiar" figures, then turned to look at the snowflakes falling outside the window.

But the three were obviously a little calmer about Morgan's appearance.

But this is Winterfell.

Although it is still in the winter shelter town in the outer city.

The three of them did not dare to make trouble rashly, especially at critical moments.

The three of them looked at Morgan, who ignored them in the corner with a sneer and quickly left the tavern.

Morgan looked out the window at the three mercenaries leaving their backs, his face calmly.

Just yesterday.

These three people came forward uninvited to meet Morgan while having dinner.

But after a few words, they revealed that they hoped Morgan would give in during the selection and would give thanks.

Morgan, who heard the other party's request, just looked at the three of them coldly.

Then he ignored the three of them.

This immediately made one of the mercenaries who thought they had been in Winterfell for a long time feel dissatisfied and angry.

It was just pressed down by the middle-aged man in charge.

After knowing the other party's purpose, Morgan ignored the three of them at all.

As long as they dare to take action.

Morgan didn't mind letting the scene in the White Harbor Black Apple Tavern repeat in the winter town.

The three mercenaries left in dismay after touching each other.

Naturally, naturally, I won't have any good looks at Morgan at this time.

"Hello guest..."

At this time, the maid served the table with plenty of food.

Morgan's mind immediately moved from the window to the food.

After breakfast.

When Morgan left the Warm Winter Tavern.

The sky outside was much brighter.

With the floating snowflakes and the snow that was not over the upper, Morgan quickly walked to the small square.

I saw many mercenaries wearing mail, long swords, or long bows carrying long bows, waiting in front of the wooden house in the small square.

Morgan saw the old man who registered for him two days ago.

There were also four soldiers in armor, and a handsome young man with long brown and black hair, leather armor inside and gray robe on the outside.

At this time, the registered old man was holding a yellowed paper with his name written on it and was talking to the thin young man who was about to hang a long sword.

Obviously, this incident was led by that young man.

Morgan looked at the boy carefully, but couldn't recognize who the other party was.

This is not surprising.

He himself is not very familiar with this world and has been in Middle-earth for more than 60 years.

If it weren't for the fact that memory kept getting better with its strength.

He might not remember the situation about this world at all.

But it can be guessed that the thin boy in front of him should be from the Stark family.

A few thoughts quickly passed through my mind.

Morgan tightened his black coat and walked steadily towards the square.

Come to the wooden house.

Stand with a group of mercenaries who participated in the Stark family's swordsman commissioned to hire him.

Morgan stood aside with a calm expression.

He saw the three mercenaries who had only seen in the tavern in a not long time ago in the crowd.

At this time, the other party also saw Morgan.

Looking at the hostile gazes cast by the three mercenaries.

Morgan just glanced at the three of them and then glanced over the other mercenaries participating in the selection, with his eyes still calm and indifferent.

Didn't wait too long.

Several more mercenaries came one after another.

The thin and handsome young man who had been waiting for a long time finally stood in front of a group of mercenaries.

“That’s the end.”

"Other people who haven't arrived and are not punctual are not worthy of serving the Stark family..."

"Come with me..."
To be continued...