ten minutes later.
The originally noisy Black Apple Tavern hall was quiet.
Everyone looked at the four people in the center of the hall.
Three of the figures were lying on the ground in a mess, groaning in pain.
The tall and handsome man with a black ponytail and an icy aura was left standing with one foot on the face of one of the large figures who fell to the ground and said calmly: "Whose losses are these?"
"My mine!"
"Sir, these are all ours."
The big man whose head was stepped on quickly said in horror through his leaky mouth with missing front teeth.
Morgan then looked at the only familiar young bartender in the crowd and said, "I heard that, all the losses are theirs."
He realized that the rich and powerful foreigner in front of him was talking to him.
The bartender immediately nodded: "Yes, I heard you sir."
"besides..."
Morgan said, looking at his torn dining table and the messy food on the floor, and said again: "Bring another portion of the food I just ordered to my room, and the cost will be included. Their."
The bartender nodded again like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay, sir."
After speaking, Morgan glanced at the various expressions of the audience in the hall.
The cold and indifferent eyes made all the melon-eating onlookers who were swept away immediately felt uncomfortable and subconsciously looked away, not daring to look at Morgan at all.
Morgan then lifted up his foot that was resting on the big man's head and walked towards the accommodation area on the second floor of the tavern.
Watching the tall, cold figure disappear from the entrance to the second floor.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the originally quiet hall quickly became noisy again.
"Who is that guy?"
"Looks very strong..."
"Haha, the three David brothers have hit the wall this time..."
"You deserve it. Since there are a few brothers who always make trouble for unfamiliar strangers, we finally have a hard time..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, be careful if David hears it and causes trouble for you..."
"I'm not afraid...forget it, drink and drink..."
"Who knows who that guy is?"
"I don't know, but he seems to have come in the morning. If you want to find out, you can ask the bartender Jock, he knows better..."
"Haha, today is really good. This is the first time that the three David brothers failed to cause trouble and were beaten instead..."
"I'm so happy, come on, cheers..."
"..."
The bustle and bustle in the tavern hall downstairs continued.
In the room on the second floor.
Morgan opened the door and walked into his room with a calm expression.
Situations like the one just caused trouble for no reason are actually not common in a tavern in a strange place.
After all, the owner who can open a tavern is considered to be somewhat capable in the local area.
Otherwise, how can we welcome customers if the reputation of cheating customers spreads?
But if you reveal your wealth, it's normal to get into trouble.
Morgan guessed that this was the reason why he was targeted by the three gangsters.
But this world is not Middle-earth.
Those three gangsters weren't orcs either.
Morgan was not careful but had no intention of killing the three gangsters.
After all, killing someone means trouble, especially in public.
Morgan didn't want any trouble.
He came to White Harbor just to stay temporarily and prepare for the next trip.
At this time.
There was a knock on the room door.
Morgan opened the door, and standing outside was a maid carrying a whole portion of steaming new food.
Three days later.
Inside the tavern room.
In front of a poor quality glass mirror.
Morgan cut her long shawl hair short again and tied it into a simple and comfortable ponytail.
I shaved my beard cleanly.
Then he picked up the brand new mail armor that was placed aside.
Soon, Morgan walked out of the room wearing a brand new chainmail coat, a black velvet coat, and an elf sword hanging on his waist.
Went all the way to the bar downstairs.
When the young bartender saw Morgan in full dress, he immediately said enthusiastically: "Good morning, these are the dry food prepared according to your request."
The bartender said as he took out two rather large packages from under the bar and placed them on the bar.
Morgan nodded, reached out and opened the package. One package contained food such as beef jerky and mutton jerky.
The other package contained seasonings such as salt, spices, and other miscellaneous cooking items.
"The whiskey, wheat beer and carriage you asked for are also ready and are all outside..."
The young bartender said and walked out of the bar to lead the way.
Morgan followed him out of the tavern and saw a tall and sturdy horse with orange hair snorting impatiently in front of the door.
Behind the tall horse, two tavern attendants were loading a large and heavy package and a large ale barrel into the small carriage at the rear.
Morgan had to bring so much dry food and wine, he even brought a barrel of ale.
The young bartender and the owner felt a little strange.
But if the guests have money, they will definitely not be stupid enough to stop it.
Morgan naturally ignored other people's gazes.
He just walked up to the horse, touched the long face of the horse that made him feel surprisingly good, and said softly: "From now on, you will be called "Carrot"."
It didn't take long.
Morgan drove the small carriage out of the Black Apple Tavern.
In front of the carriage, Morgan touched a few silver coins in his hand with the image of Yingze wearing a crown on one side and the image of a white deer on the other with great interest.
The purchasing power of a gold coin in this world is greater than in Middle-earth.
His expenses for the past three days, plus several large bags of dry food and drinks in the carriage behind him, plus this nice horse and the carriage beneath him, cost less than two Middle-earth gold coins.
The few silver coins called "silver deer" in his hand were given to him in change by the tavern.
Driving the carriage all the way out of White Harbor.
After leaving White Harbor, we came to the uninhabited wilderness.
Morgan waved away several heavy packages and ale barrels in the carriage.
The speed of the entire carriage immediately increased a lot.
Morgan, who was driving in one hand and holding a glass of cold beer in the other, took out the map of the North that he bought yesterday.
Head all the way further north towards the King's Road.
Two days later.
In the vast, sparsely forested wilderness, a fairly obvious wide road winds all the way to the north.
Morgan found the King's Road shown on the map.
The next trip is much simpler.
Keep going straight along the King's Road.
a week later.
At the end of Morgan's sight, the outline of a huge, man-made castle finally appeared in front of him.
"call..."
Take a long breath.
Morgan looked at the huge castle at the end of his sight and thought to himself: "That should be the rumored "Winterfell", the capital of the ancestral castle of the Stark family, known as the "Warden of the North" and "King of the North"... ."
At this time.
"Boom..."
A muffled thunder came from the distant sky.
Morgan looked up at the dark, gloomy sky.
Put your feet into the horse's belly.
The orange "carrot" underneath him immediately started running wildly.
Galloping towards Winterfell ahead.
