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"Hoohoo."

The cold wind whistled.

Snowflakes fly in the sky.

Although the snow is not big.

In Winterfell, the heat was in full swing.

A large number of servants and servants are busy.

When Morgan and a group of mercenaries who participated in the selection of swordsmen were brought to the training ground of the Stark family by the emaciated youth in gray robes.

Several people were already waiting on the training ground.

Except for the guards standing by the training ground.

At this time, a total of four figures, two tall and two short, were standing in front of the training ground.

Two tall figures in black robes were about the same age as the emaciated young man in gray robes who led the team. One had slightly longer hair, the other had shorter hair, and both looked handsome.

The two short ones were also wearing black luxurious fluffy coats, but their faces were immature. They were obviously children who had not yet grown up, and they should be around ten years old.

A group of mercenaries were brought before the four.

Although some people may have guessed the identities of the four people in front of them, no one knows them.

Morgan, who was following behind the mercenaries, saw four figures in front of him.

His eyes narrowed slightly again.

Although he is not very familiar with this world, he still knows some of the main characters.

For example, the handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair in front of him, known as "Jon Snow", the illegitimate son of Duke Stark.

And the short-haired young man beside him, "Robb Stark", the eldest son of Duke Stark.

There is also the boy who is not tall and handsome, "Brandon Stark" who is also the child of Duke Stark.

It has been more than half a month since I came to this world.

Morgan finally met the plot characters he knew.

Recognizing these three, then the child with the same childish face next to him should also be the child of Duke Stark.

And the emaciated young man in gray robe in front of him, who should be Duke Stark's adopted son.

Duke Eddard Stark has a total of five children, three sons, two daughters, an illegitimate son, and an adopted son.

These are the things Morgan has heard from the Warm Winter Tavern these days.

It is easy to associate with the situation at hand.

"Is it these people?"

Robb Stark looked at the dozen or so mercenaries coming, his eyes moved to Theon Greyjoy's face and asked.

"It's all here."

Theon Greyjoy nodded.

Although the mercenaries who signed up did not arrive, and there were still three short of them, he had no interest in continuing to wait.

Anyway, the selected swordsman at the moment is only temporary.

When the old coach of the family recovers, the old coach will continue to teach Bran and Rickon.

"Then let's begin."

Hearing Theon's words, Robb Stark nodded.

"Go, prepare the longbow and arrows, and move the target out."

Robb Stark looked at the soldier beside him and ordered.

The soldiers left quickly.

Robb Stark walked up to a group of mercenaries and said, "I'm Robb Stark."

"Although the swordsman selected for my brother this time only needs to work for a few months."

"However, as long as you do a good job, you can join us in Winterfell after the task is completed."

"The swordsmen we hire need to be proficient in swordsmanship and archery."

"You must already know that."

"The next selection method is also very simple, you can compete with each other."

As Robb Stark's voice fell.

A group of mercenaries immediately started chatting.

For the mercenaries, although it is a pity that it is only a temporary swordsman, this time the commission is generous, and it is already very good to be able to join Winterfell after the event is completed.

Only then did Morgan know that the swordsman hired by the Stark family this time was only a temporary worker.

But it didn't affect him much.

He didn't want to be a swordsman for the Stark family all the time.

At this time, several soldiers had taken out several longbows and arrows from the warehouse next to the training ground.

And there are several targets for archery placed in the far front of the training ground.

"Let's try archery first, which one of you will come first?"

Looking at the targets placed by the soldiers, Robb Stark asked the mercenaries.

The voice fell.

All the mercenaries immediately look at me, and I look at you.

In fact, the earlier this kind of competition comes out, the better.

Because the front shot is good.

The mood of the later appearances will be affected to some extent.

"I'll come first."

Soon, a middle-aged mercenary with a bloated face, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a slightly bloated figure walked out.

Robb Stark nodded, and the soldiers beside him immediately handed over long bows and arrows.

Watching the middle-aged mercenary take over the bow and arrow.

Behind him, Jon Snow walked over to his younger brothers Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, and said, "Concentrate on watching."

At this moment, everyone on the training ground focused on the middle-aged mercenary.

Morgan cheered up even more.

Because this middle-aged fat man was one of the three who came to him yesterday and wanted him to back down.

at this time.

Snowflakes are getting smaller in the sky.

The sky was also brighter than before.

After the middle-aged mercenary raised his bow and focused on aiming, he loosened the bowstring.

"whoosh"

A soft sound.

The arrow accurately hit the target dozens of meters away.

These targets are made of special wood, and a square piece of cloth is nailed in the middle, and the center of the cloth, which is the position of the bullseye, is painted with a black mark.

At this moment, the arrow of the middle-aged mercenary hit the edge of the black bullseye.

"Damn!"

"Actually, I'm better at swordsmanship."

The middle-aged mercenary looked at the target in the distance, scolded lowly, and handed the longbow to the soldier beside him.

Although it was barely a hit.

But it is obviously not enough to apply for a swordsmanship.

Robb Stark said calmly, "The next one."

The voice fell.

A middle-aged mercenary with thin cheeks stepped out immediately.

Seeing this, Morgan's face was a little playful.

Because this is the one who found his three chiefs yesterday.

This one has a long bow and arrows on his back.

Rejecting the soldier's longbow, the emaciated middle-aged man took off the longbow and arrows on his back, and drew the bow and arrow.

"whoosh"

A soft sound.

The arrow hits the exact center of the target.

The middle-aged man put away his long bow and arrows and walked aside with a confident smile.

Morgan was not surprised to see the middle-aged man hit.

If this doesn't hit.

Even if he wins everyone else, the Stark family must not look down on him.

The middle-aged mercenary finished shooting, this time without Robb Stark speaking.

The next mercenary came out immediately.

Time passed slowly.

The one-person-one-arrow test method is still very fast.

It didn't take long.

All thirteen mercenaries finished shooting arrows.

The score is ten bulls-eyes.

The other three shot just a little bit off.

In general, the strength of these mercenaries is quite decent.

With the thirteenth mercenary laying down the longbow.

Morgan stepped forward.

Wearing a black fleece trench coat, he is tall and mighty, with a cold and calm appearance.

Morgan beat anyone on the training ground with looks and temperament alone.

Watching the final Morgan play.

Robb Stark and Jon Snow, as well as other mercenaries with a little vision, couldn't help but cheer up.

The one in front of him was obviously different from the other dozen or so mercenaries just by looking at his appearance and his temperament.

Apparently it doesn't look like an ordinary mercenary.

Morgan only had an elf long sword hanging on his body, and the soldier beside him immediately handed over a long bow and an arrow.

Morgan took the longbow, but looked at the lone arrow in the soldier's hand and said, "Give me two more."

The voice fell.

Not only the soldiers holding arrows recently were stunned.

The surrounding mercenaries who heard Morgan's voice clearly and several members of the Stark family were also stunned.

The soldier's response was still very fast, as if he was worried that some did not hear clearly, he immediately asked, "Do you want two more arrows?"

"You heard that right."

Morgan nodded.

Only then did the soldier react, and he immediately took out two more arrows from the quiver behind him and handed them to Morgan.

Watch Morgan take three arrows.

A group of mercenaries a little further away finally couldn't help it.

"What is that guy doing?"

"Three arrows. Who does he think he is?"

"Is it deliberately trying to attract the attention of the Stark family?"

"I've seen sharpshooters who can shoot two arrows at once, but three arrows at once."

"This guy doesn't look like he's joking"

"I do hope this guy is putting on airs, if this is a shot, then what's the matter with us"

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Morgan's action not only caused the mercenaries behind him to whisper.

Even the members of the Stark family were all energized. Brandon Stark immediately looked at Jon Snow behind him and asked, "Can someone shoot three arrows at once?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it."

"Maybe there is."

"We'll find out later."

Jon Snow looked at the figure in front of him and said softly.

Robb Stark, the eldest son of the duke in charge, stared intently at the tall figure in front of him.

If this can be shot, the sharpshooter in front of him, Winterfell can't let go.

Just when everyone in the training ground looked nervously at the figure in front of him.

Morgan's face was very calm, and he turned the longbow in his hand, and then opened the bow and arrow, and instantly pulled it into a full moon.

Three arrows were attached to the longbow.

Morgan looked at the target far ahead.

Such a distance, such a still dead target.

With Morgan's archery skills at this time, he would have a good chance of winning even with his eyes closed.

But he just needs to get the attention of the Stark family.

You don't need to be overly pushy.

Aim slightly.

Morgan calmly loosened the bowstring.

"whoosh whoosh"

The three arrows from the string quickly shot towards the front target with a whistling sound.

next second.

"bang bang bang"

Three muffled sounds sounded one after another.

Three arrows, three bullseyes, all hits.

For a moment.

The entire training ground was silent.

Everyone looked at the arrows in the center of the three targets in the distance in front of them, and they were a little stunned.

We all know that a person who is very good at archery is called a marksman.

But the reality is rarely seen.

At this moment, everyone believed it.

If there is a sharpshooter, it must be the guy in front of him.

at this time.

Just when the people on the training ground still didn't react.

"Clap clap."

A clapping suddenly sounded from behind.

"Very good archery."

Accompanied by the applause, there was a heavy voice.

The people in the training ground who were awakened by the applause came back to their senses and immediately turned their heads to look behind.

I saw the warehouse at the rear.

A handsome middle-aged man in a luxurious brown robe with a resolute expression and a middle-aged lady in a delicate dark blue robe are looking down at the training ground.

The applause came from the smiling middle-aged man.

"Father."

"Mother."

"Master Stark"

"Lord Duke."

"lady."

Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Brandon Stark, Theon Greyjoy and the others immediately saluted the two above the warehouse.

Among the mercenaries, even if they had not seen Duke Stark at this moment, they reacted and saluted the two above.

Morgan also recognized who these two were, and bowed his head to show respect.

"Stunning bow and archery."

Eddard Stark looked at the figure below and spoke again with admiration, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

The voice fell.

this moment.

All the mercenaries looked at Morgan with envy. The Duke of Stark took a fancy to him. This guy is obviously going to develop.

Although I have to admit that this guy has amazing bow and arrow skills.

Just by shooting three arrows just now, all of them hit the target with an amazing arrow.

It's no coincidence or luck at all.

This guy is the undisputed marksman.

It is completely reasonable to be seen by Duke Stark on the spot, and to be admired.

"Thank you Lord Stark for your appreciation."

"I'm Morgan."

Morgan spoke calmly with a smile on his face, and Duke Eddard Stark admired his temperament even more.

"I remember."

Eddard Stark looked at Morgan with a smile and nodded, then looked at his son Robb Stark and said, "Go on."

"Yes, father."

Robb Stark turned his head and looked at Morgan with a distinctly different expression.

Just by that arrow.

Winterfell would never let such a marksman go.

What's more, he was seen by his father, and he appreciated it so much.

Next, let's see how the swordsmanship of this mercenary named Morgan is.

If nothing else, the swordsman must be him.

At this time, Robb Stark didn't say much, just looked at Morgan and smiled, then looked at the mercenaries, and continued: "Next is the swordsmanship competition."

"Everyone who just hit the bull's-eye, let's find an opponent and try it out."

"The final winner."

Robb Stark said and looked at Morgan: "Compete with Morgan again."

The voice fell.

This time, the mercenaries were silent.

Morgan was treated so favorably.

Robb Stark was so inclined towards Morgan.

Even if the mercenaries were dissatisfied, they could only hold it in their hearts.

The arrow just now shocked not only the mercenaries, but also Lord Stark.

The Duke and Madam of Winterfell were now watching from the attic behind them.

Who dares to complain now?

Talking nonsense?

"Okay, everyone, let's get started."

"Remember to be careful"

Robb Stark stepped aside after speaking.

Morgan also stood aside after returning the longbow to the soldier beside him.

The center of the training ground.

The ten mercenaries who had hit the bullseye before were divided into five groups, facing each other with long swords.

Although Morgan is already everyone's biggest opponent.

But as long as the Starks don't announce who the swordsman is, they still have a chance.

What if the sharpshooter Morgan's swordsmanship is poor?

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