"Rumble..."
The sky was overcast, with thick clouds hanging low.
The constant sound of winter thunder.
The winter rain when the cold wind howls comes is the coldest and most uncomfortable.
Morgan rode an orange "carrot" and ran wildly on the empty wilderness road.
Speeding towards the huge black castle ahead.
The small carriage he originally pulled behind him had been abandoned a few days ago.
The quilt in the carriage was just his eyes and ears used to conceal the presence of the dimensional ring on his body.
In a strange world, no one can be too cautious.
"Carrot" is a war horse, but it is overqualified for pulling a cart.
What's more, the speed of pulling a cumbersome carriage is much slower than that of a single person and a horse.
Time passed slowly.
The sky is getting gloomier.
Morgan galloped down the King's Road on horseback.
Finally, before night came, we arrived at Winterfell before the outer walls of the huge castle were closed.
"Where did it come from?"
Below the huge castle, in front of the thick city gate, the city guards wearing armor and fully armed looked at the tall man who was dusty but not shabby and asked.
This is the interrogation one must undergo before entering every city.
Morgan had already experienced it while at White Harbor.
"Come from White Harbor."
Morgan said casually.
"What are you doing in Winterfell?"
the soldier asked again.
"I want to come and see Winterfell, which is famous in the north, and see if I can find something to do here."
Morgan calmly said the excuse he had already thought of.
Although this is indeed his intention.
The reason to see 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: looking for something to do...
I heard Morgan talk about this.
The soldiers guarding the city immediately looked at the man in front of them.
Tall in stature, with cold eyes, chainmail, sword, coat, and horse, the man in front of him does not look like the most humble ordinary mercenary.
Speaking of mercenaries.
Let’s briefly talk about the mercenary situation in Westeros where Morgan is now.
Mercenaries: They are not a regular army, but they are a large group of warriors who can travel on various battlefields and receive rewards by completing tasks issued by their employer.
This group is divided into different categories because of different ways of doing things.
There are free mercenaries who work alone.
Secondly, there are some free knights who have no fiefs or lords and do day labor for whoever pays them.
There is also a relatively large-scale mercenary group.
For example, the Golden Company has a good reputation and equipment, the Warriors Company has a terrible reputation, and the Second Sons Company and Storm Crow Company are in the gray area.
Because of need, mercenaries have penetrated into every corner of the entire continent of Westeros, in every aspect.
Small odd jobs.
Mercenaries can be seen in every battlefield war between major forces.
In this way, it can be seen that mercenaries hold a lot of weight in the hearts of people in Westeros.
But in fact, most mercenaries are unreliable.
Because they lack sufficient loyalty and discipline.
Morgan was in White Harbor three days.
After eavesdropping in the tavern and spending some money, I got a lot of information.
Finally decided to start with mercenaries.
Maybe it’s Morgan’s nice gear;
Maybe it's Morgan who gives him a certain aura.
The soldier guarding the city in front of him looked at the tall man in front of him before waving his hand to let him go.
At the same time, Morgan said casually as he led the horse by: "The Stark family will issue some tasks in the winter town square. You may be able to go there and try your luck."
Hear a voice coming from behind.
Morgan unexpectedly turned his head and saw that the middle-aged city defender had already begun to question the next traveler entering the city.
Morgan didn't say much, just glanced at the defender.
Then he followed a carriage in front and walked into the front city gate.
The huge Winterfell is divided into an outer city and an inner castle.
The outer city wall is surrounded and protected by a massive granite wall nearly eighty feet (nearly twenty-six meters) high.
The inner city wall is protected by a granite wall that is nearly 100 feet (nearly 30 meters) taller.
Between the outer city wall and the inner city wall.
It's also separated by a moat.
and a small town: Winter Town.
It is called the Winter Town because the town is abandoned for most of the summer and is a gathering place for ordinary people during the winter.
Morgan's trip was to this winter town.
Otherwise, ordinary people would easily be unable to enter the inner castle where the Stark family of the "King in the North" resides.
That is the real Winterfell.
Along with a group of people who also went to the winter resort town.
Morgan headed east, and before long he came to a bustling town that was mainly made of wooden and stone huts.
The winter town is located next to the huge Winterfell.
Gathered here are not only the civilians belonging to Winterfell, but also a large number of merchants, travelers, and mercenaries who came from other places.
It was dusk.
The sky became darker and gloomier.
The winter town was already brightly lit.
The relatively spacious streets were noisy and crowded.
Morgan led "Carrot" and walked on the slightly crowded streets, looking at the surrounding environment and looking for a place to stay.
It didn't take long.
on the streets west of this tiny little 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.
Give the carrot to the tavern attendant, the groom.
Morgan just pushed open the pub door.
There was a rumble of thunder behind him.
The thundering winter rain finally fell.
The whole world seemed to fall with this winter rain.
The temperature is getting colder.
Open the tavern door.
The warm and noisy smell mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed towards you.
This made Morgan feel a little more relaxed.
There are two completely different worlds inside and outside the tavern.
Come to the bar.
After Morgan opened the room, he sat in the hall and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.
He did not choose to inquire about Winterfell or the Stark family nearby, but quickly returned to the room on the second floor of the tavern.
I wandered in the wilderness for nearly ten days.
He was physically and mentally exhausted and needed a good rest.
Winterfell has arrived.
In this world, he doesn't need to be as anxious as he was in Middle-earth.
Because that wouldn't help him solve anything.
Early the next morning.
It was just getting dark.
Morgan got up early and came to the tavern hall.
It was discovered that there were many people dining in the tavern at this time.
He ordered a hearty breakfast.
Sitting at the table by the window, enjoying a delicious breakfast, I was also quietly listening to the chatter of other people around me.
This is already considered within the walls of Winterfell.
At this time, at least half of the ten words spoken by the people in the Warm Winter Tavern were related to Winterfell or the Duke Stark family.
This gave Morgan a lot of information.
It just didn’t include the words mentioned by the middle-aged city guard yesterday afternoon.
He now also knows that mercenaries need to go to the small square on the east side of the winter town if they want to take on the mission and find food.
If you need to buy dry food, weapons, armor, or exchange something, you need to go to the southern market in the winter town.
Morgan did not stay in the tavern any longer. After breakfast, he quickly left the tavern and headed to the small square to the east.
Although the winter resort town is called a town.
But the actual size is not much larger than an average village.
Although there are more people, it is far busier and busier than an ordinary village.
When Morgan came to the small square on the east side.
From a distance, I could see a large group of people in different clothes, all with bows and swords gathered around under a wooden bulletin board in the square, discussing something.
