"Add hot water..."
I heard a voice coming from outside the door.
Morgan just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
It seems that the value and purchasing power of the gold coin he gave is greater than he imagined.
Even though it is just a bare gold coin without any printed patterns or character portraits.
But gold has always been a hard currency.
No exception here.
"unnecessary."
Morgan rejected the woman outside the door without hesitation.
Place the towel over your face again.
The purpose of the woman who came to my door at this time couldn't be more obvious.
Then.
He heard insulting words starting with F whispered outside.
Ignoring the movement outside the door.
Morgan soaked in the tub and fell asleep directly.
When I woke up again it was already afternoon.
He simply changed his clothes and threw everything else into the dimensional ring in his hand.
Don't expect much security in a tavern like this.
Morgan didn't even bring his sword, so he put on a robe and went out directly.
open the door.
Immediately, a loud noise could be heard coming from the direction of the stairs below.
Went down to the second floor.
Morgan walked into the tavern hall.
Only then did I realize that the Black Apple Tavern was almost full at this point.
The noisy drinkers and the tavern maids with a curvy figure but obviously older faces were busy going back and forth.
"Hello guest, you have a good rest..."
"Want something?"
Morgan approached the bar, and the young bartender he had met in the morning greeted him warmly again.
"Have a piece of grilled venison steak in the morning..."
"And the smoked fish tastes good. I'll have another one too..."
Morgan knocked on the bar and ordered: "By the way, two more beers."
"OK..."
"Need anything else?"
"We have the best smoked fish in the North in White Harbor. If your guests like to eat fish..."
"Okay, that's all."
"Move quickly..."
Interrupting the bartender's sales pitch, Morgan waved his hand and walked straight to the smaller wine table at the end of the hall.
Sit at the wine table.
Feel the lively and lively urban atmosphere on the ground floor of the surrounding pub.
Morgan feels good.
Speaking of which, he was in the last Middle Earth.
Because it needs to follow Gandalf and many plot characters.
He always had a sense of urgency.
But at that time, his strength was too weak, and whether it was for money, soul power, or the progress of world exploration, he was required to follow everyone and participate in them.
Now comes this world.
Come to this world where betrayal and murder can be staged at any time.
Come to this world where there is no so-called absolute protagonist, or in other words, everyone is the protagonist.
Morgan's mind became obviously more active.
Conspiracy to betray means that he will not give his back to anyone.
There is no absolute protagonist, which also means that Morgan cannot follow the protagonist's exploration progress like in the previous world.
Although he doesn't look down on the actions of many plot characters in this world.
With his current strength, his understanding of this new world, and his understanding of his own system.
Morgan can definitely find another shortcut to increase his exploration progress.
But time is too short now, and his current understanding of the world is far from enough.
Everything needs to be taken slowly and planned over the long term.
In the midst of contemplation.
A voice suddenly sounded.
"Hello, guest..."
"This is the meal you ordered..."
A good-looking tavern maid has already arrived at Morgan's table carrying a dinner plate.
"Is this your first time here?"
"I've never seen you before...
The maid put the food on the table and asked casually in a familiar manner.
Morgan was not like the many greasy middle-aged old men at the other tables around him who either took advantage of his words or wanted to do something.
He responded to the maid's warmth coldly and calmly.
Then, the maid who gave up on the idea had to give up on this wealthy foreigner whom she heard from the bartender.
"Hey, have you heard? Yesterday, old Paul from Corner Street caught a yellow bone fish weighing three hundred pounds. He really made a fortune..."
"Of course I heard about it. Not only did I know that old Paul caught that big guy, I also knew that old Paul didn't go home last night and slept at Julia's house on Rose Street..."
"Damn, I'm so envious of Paul's old guy, Julia's bitch breasts are so damn attractive..."
"When I make money, I will definitely go to her once..."
"Haha, Mark, this is not only your dream, all the men on Corner Street think so..."
"Haha, come on, drink to our dreams..."
"..."
"The weather is getting cold..."
"It's so uncomfortable to go to sea at night..."
“It’s better to have a drink here and feel comfortable...”
"Winter is coming soon, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's very close..."
"Hey, I really wish I could come later..."
"Same, come on, drink..."
"..."
"Damn it, who does she think she is? If it weren't for me, she would be seventeen years old... No, she would have to be sold when she was fifteen years old..."
"Now she's hooked up with that pretty boy, and she actually said she didn't recognize me when she met me today..."
"I'm telling you Daniel, if it weren't for..."
"..."
In the tavern hall, various discussions and noises continued to come from the surroundings.
Morgan cut a piece of deer steak and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it while listening to all kinds of news and rumors from the people around him.
With his ears at this time, he could hear too much gossip if he wanted to.
However, most of the drinkers who often hang out in such taverns are just low-level fishermen from White Harbor, which is known as the "mouth of the North."
The only verbal communication between them was fishing.
The most discussed topics are women, Rose Street, prostitutes and other information, and they enjoy it endlessly.
Naturally, it was difficult for Morgan to hear useful or interesting information.
But he ate, drank, and listened quietly.
In the last world, he traveled on adventures with a group of guys who either had wealthy families or prominent bloodlines. There were few times like this.
Come to this world now.
He obviously has to adapt and get used to a similar life.
"I have a friend..."
"Just came back from Lord Duke's Winterfell..."
At this time, a voice suddenly poured into his ears from the many noisy sounds around him.
Morgan's face paused, and finally there was a hint of interest on his face.
He stopped eating the cutlery in his hands and began to listen carefully.
"It is rumored that the Duke just executed a soldier not long ago..."
"It's not a big deal for a soldier to be executed..."
"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet..."
"You have to know that the soldier was executed by the Duke himself, and it is rumored that the soldier saw the "White Walker"..."
"The White Walkers...what is that?"
"Preet, you don't even know about the White Walkers?"
"Haha, you really surprised me..."
"Keep your voice down..."
"Tell me what's going on with the White Walkers..."
"No problem, but this drink is yours..."
"Damn, you really know how to choose your time..."
"I agree, tell me, I will ask you to come back..."
"Haha, that's not necessarily the case..."
Two voices were bargaining.
Morgan listened quietly without changing his expression.
at this time.
"boom..."
A tall wooden wine glass filled with beer was placed heavily on the table in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, an uninvited large figure sat opposite.
