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"Boom"

The sky was overcast, with thick clouds hanging low.

The constant sound of winter thunder.

The winter rain is the most gloomy and unpleasant when the cold winter is coming.

Morgan rode an orange "radish" down the open wilderness road.

He galloped towards the huge black castle ahead.

The small carriage that had been pulled behind him had been abandoned by him a few days ago.

The quilt was just the eyes and ears he used to conceal the existence of the dimensional ring on his body.

In an unfamiliar world, all caution is not excessive.

"Radish" is a war horse, but it is overkill for pulling carts.

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

Time passed slowly.

The sky was getting gloomier.

Morgan rode wildly down the King's Road.

Finally, before the night came, before the outer walls of the huge castle were closed, they arrived at Winterfell.

"Where did it come from?"

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

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

Morgan had already experienced it when he was in White Harbor.

"From White Harbor."

Morgan said casually.

"What are you doing in Winter City?"

the soldier asked again.

"I want to come and see the famous Winterfell in the North, and see if I can find something to do here."

Morgan will calmly say the excuse he has long thought of.

Although that was indeed his intention.

The reason for seeing Winterfell is normal.

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

Every year, a large number of people come here for various reasons.

As for the latter: find something to do.

I heard Morgan talk about this.

The guards of the city immediately looked at the man in front of him.

With a tall stature, cold eyes, chain mail, a long sword, a coat, and a horse, the man in front of him doesn't look like an ordinary mercenary at the bottom.

Speaking of mercenaries.

Briefly talk about the mercenaries in Westeros, where Morgan is now.

Mercenaries: They are not a regular army, but they can roam on various battlefields, and receive rewards by completing the tasks issued by their employers.

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

There are freelance mercenaries working alone.

Secondly, there are some free knights, they have no fiefs, no lords, whoever pays them to do day labor.

There is also a large-scale large-scale mercenary group.

For example, the Golden Corps with good reputation and equipment, the Warriors with a bad reputation, and the Second Sons and Stormcrows in the gray area.

Because of the need, mercenaries have penetrated into every corner of the entire Westeros continent, in every aspect.

Small odd jobs.

Mercenaries can be seen in battlefield wars between major forces.

In this way, it can be seen that mercenaries have a heavy weight in the hearts of Westeros.

But in fact, most mercenaries are actually unreliable.

Because they lack enough loyalty and discipline.

Morgan was in White Harbor for three days.

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

Finally decided to choose to start as a mercenary.

Maybe it's Morgan's good gear to wear;

Maybe it's Morgan who gives it an air of quality.

The defending soldier in front of him looked at the tall man in front of him, then waved his hand to let go.

At the same time, Morgan said casually as he walked by the horse: "The Stark family will release some tasks in the Winter Town Square, and you may be able to try your luck there."

Hear voices from behind.

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

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

Immediately following the carriage in front of him, he walked to the front gate.

The huge Winterfell is divided into an outer city and an inner fort.

The outer city wall is surrounded and protected by a massive granite city wall nearly eighty feet (nearly twenty-six meters) high.

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

between the outer and inner walls.

Also separated by a moat.

And a small town: Winter Town.

It is called a winter town because the town is deserted for most of the summer and is a gathering place for the common people during the winter.

Morgan's trip is to avoid winter town.

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

That is the real Winterfell.

Along with a group of people who also went to the winter town.

Morgan headed east, and it didn't take long before he came to a raucous town of mostly wooden and stone huts.

Winterfell is next to the sprawling Winterfell.

Gathering here is not only the common people who belong to Winterfell, but also a large number of merchants, travelers, and mercenaries who come here from other places.

Time is dusk.

The sky was getting darker and gloomier.

The winter town was already brightly lit at this time.

The streets are quite noisy and crowded.

Morgan walked on the slightly crowded street holding "Radish", looking at the surrounding environment and looking for a place to live.

It didn't take long.

On the street west of this pocket town.

He finally found a tavern.

The name of the pub with the "Warm Winter" sign seems to mean something.

But Morgan wasn't interested in finding out.

Bring the turnip to the tavern attendant groom.

Morgan pushed open the tavern door.

After a rumbling muffled thunder behind him.

The thundering winter rain finally fell.

The whole world seemed to fall with this winter rain.

The temperature is getting colder.

Push open the tavern door.

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

It made Morgan feel a little more relaxed.

Inside and outside the tavern are completely two worlds.

Come to the bar.

Morgan finished opening the room and sat in the hall after enjoying a sumptuous dinner.

He did not choose to inquire about Winterfell or the Stark family, but quickly returned to the room on the second floor of the tavern.

Hurrying and wandering in the wild for nearly ten days.

Exhausted, he needs a good rest.

Winterfell has arrived.

In this world, he didn't need the urgency he had in Middle-earth.

Because that doesn't help him solve anything.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just getting brighter.

Morgan got up early and went to the tavern hall.

It was found that there were many people dining in the tavern at this time.

He ordered a hearty breakfast.

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

This is already inside the Winterfell City Wall.

At this time, at least half of the ten sentences of the people around the Warm Winter Tavern were related to Winterfell or the Duke Stark family.

This let Morgan know a lot of news.

There is no such thing as the middle-aged city guard who pointed out yesterday afternoon.

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

If you need to buy dry food, weapons, armor, or something in exchange, you need to go to the south market in the winter town or something.

Morgan didn't stay in the tavern any longer. After breakfast, he left the tavern and walked towards the small square to the east.

The winter town is called a town.

But the actual size is not much larger than the average village.

Although there are more people, it is far 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 dressed in different clothes, but all with bows and swords, gathered around to discuss something.