evening.

The rare light ball that appears in winter has hidden itself into the horizon.

The wind is cold.

The edge of the vast wilderness forest.

The people who were waiting did not feel cold at all and were chatting and talking enthusiastically.

"Who would win the first place winner in this hunting conference?"

"I don't know, anyway, those who have already come out should not be able to win the first place..."

"I think it's our Duke..."

"The Duke is old, I think Mr. Robb Stark can win..."

"I think that boy Jon can win, I have seen his strength..."

"This time I participated in the hunting, not only you, Winterfell, but also our king. His Majesty the King is still here..."

"His Majesty the King is also older, I think that "hunter" is likely to win the first place..."

"It's a pity that Sir James Lannister, the Royal Guard, did not come, otherwise he would have the greatest possibility of winning the first place..."

"Don't mention the "regretologist". If he hadn't been the queen's brother, who would have remembered who he was..."

"You must think that you are strong and you will definitely win the first place?"

"This is a hunting competition, not a martial arts competition..."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"When it comes to strength, did you not expect the "Sharpshooter" Morgan, the Stark family recruited not long ago?"

"I think that Mr. Morgan is the most likely to win the first place..."

"Who? Morgan, the sharpshooter? Are the new retainers of the Stark family?"

"What's the point of fighting like this? You'll know in a while..."

"Hey, it's a pity that I don't have any ejaculation skills, otherwise I would have been able to participate in this hunting conference..."

"The first place has one thousand gold dragon coins and one thousand gold dragon coins!"

"Not only is it a thousand gold dragon coins, but it also has the reputation of being the first in the hunting conference. This is personally recognized by the king and the queen..."

“It’s really enviable…”

"Who said no..."

A group of guards and soldiers who were carrying prey part-time, stood together and chatted.

Not far ahead of them.

A dozen members of the hunting team have taken the lead in leaving the forest.

But among these members.

The best hunting results are two wild boars with average size.

The worst was hunting two hares and two birds.

Sometimes it is difficult to explain the luck.

But if you are not strong enough, no matter how good your luck is, it is useless.

It's almost dusk.

It was already very close to the gathering time mentioned in the morning.

I believe that other members of the hunting team, including His Majesty the King and the Duke, are already on their way back.

The guards and members who had finished their hunting looked at the edge of the forest frequently.

Just then.

A huge figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the dim forest.

"Giant Bear, my god..."

"That big giant bear, damn it, get up quickly..."

"Wait, something is wrong..."

"That giant bear is dead, you can take a closer look..."

"Really, there are people below..."

"Unbelievable, he carried the giant bear's corpse..."

"Someone actually hunted a giant bear, but it was such a big giant bear. Oh my god..."

“…”

I saw the figure who suddenly appeared on the edge of the forest and carried an amazing bear corpse on his body.

Everyone waiting on the edge of the forest was in full bloom.

Time passes slowly.

Watching the figure carrying the huge bear corpse keep walking out of the forest.

Everyone was watching that figure.

Finally, when the other party walked out of the dark forest, his figure immediately became clear.

"It's Morgan!"

"It's Winterfell's new sharpshooter Morgan!"

"My God, I knew it was his!"

"You don't know how amazing the arrow he shot in the training ground was..."

"Who is Morgan?"

"The Stark family recruited a swordsman for a short time, and I heard that he is still a sharpshooter..."

"I heard that the sharpshooter's arrow was shot without any error, and I don't know if it is true..."

"It must be true, otherwise how could you hunt a giant bear of such a size? That's a giant bear, far from being comparable to a wild boar..."

"Is this the strength of the sharpshooter?"

"That kid is going to develop..."

“…”

The moment Morgan walked out of the forest with the giant bear corpse.

Everyone not far away immediately heard the rumblings and exclamations.

Morgan's hearing is very good and he doesn't care what everyone is saying.

He raised the huge giant bear's body and threw it to the ground.

"Bang..."

A roar.

There was a slight vibration on the ground.

At this time, a group of guards and other hunting members immediately came forward.

Started the onlooker mode.

Several hunting members whom Morgan knew quite well came forward and licked Morgan... Oh no, it was a compliment.

In Winterfell, those who are a little more informed know about Morgan.

But only in Winterfell, even the winter shelter town is almost there.

Now, he hunted such a huge giant bear in a hunting competition held and participated by His Majesty the King and the Duke.

It's really hard to be famous without thinking.

Those present could not imagine that there would be anything else that could compare to this adult giant bear.

This hunting competition.

Morgan's first place can be said to be sure to win.

And before the king and the duke.

This kid is about to develop.

Looking at the huge giant bear corpse in front of me, this was almost the idea of ​​most people at the scene.

The cold wind whistles.

As the sky begins to get drizzy.

The northern wilderness in the cold winter is getting colder.
To be continued...