The sky was overcast.
The cold wind howled.
A winter rain fell yesterday.
The temperature of the entire winter resort town suddenly dropped a lot.
I heard a message from the "Warm Winter" tavern yesterday that winter has arrived.
"Huhu..."
The biting cold wind with moisture attached to it hit my face extremely cold.
Even Morgan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
It's really uncomfortable to be so wet and cold.
Morgan tightened his black fluffy coat.
He strode towards the noisy small square ahead.
"Swordsman, Winterfell needs to hire an outstanding swordsman to teach the Duke's children swordsmanship. The monthly salary is one gold dragon coin..."
"Not only can you get a hefty commission, but you can also establish a relationship with the Stark family..."
"Oh my God, I can do this task..."
"That's what everyone here thinks..."
"You have to see clearly that the person being hired must not only have outstanding swordsmanship, but also master the equally outstanding bow and arrow skills..."
"Moreover, if there are many people who sign up, they will need to win the competition and then be recognized by the Stark family before they can be qualified..."
"Not just any cat or dog..."
"Isn't it just archery? I can do it..."
"This opportunity is rare, so I have to try it no matter what..."
"..."
In the small square, a dozen people with swords hanging on their waists or backs gathered around a tall wooden bulletin board and talked.
As soon as Morgan got closer, he already heard some general information.
When they forced their way into the bulletin board, several tall men dressed as mercenaries immediately turned their heads and glared at Morgan.
Morgan just stared back with cold eyes, and the extremely cold eyes immediately made Anger's heart tighten.
The strong temperament cultivated from endless killings, and the murderous aura brought about by disregarding and indifference to life are not just legends, but real things.
The look in Morgan's eyes looked back as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast.
The glaring person couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and his momentum immediately fell to the disadvantage.
Morgan just glanced at the other person coldly, then turned his head to look at the bulletin board in front of him.
Sure enough, it was similar to the discussion he heard scattered just now: it turned out that the Stark family wanted to hire a swordsman for the Duke's children, or an outstanding swordsman who was proficient in both swordsmanship and archery, with a monthly salary of one gold dragon coin.
Look at the hiring task in front of you.
Morgan couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
The hiring fee of one gold dragon coin per month is definitely not cheap for a group of mercenaries working alone.
But for Morgan, who has a huge fortune, it is nothing.
He already knows that the value of a gold dragon coin in this world is about the same as the value of a Middle-earth gold coin in his hand.
He came to Winterfell to get close to the Stark family, who are important plot figures in this world, and to establish a relationship.
Compared with the plan in his mind, a golden dragon coin seemed too insignificant.
But from another aspect, this is a salary, a salary that matches his status and strength.
All kinds of thoughts quickly passed through my mind.
Morgan looked at the bulletin board again and saw that this announcement had been up for five days, and the swordsman selection would be held in two days.
If he had come two days later, he would definitely miss this great opportunity to get close to the members of the Stark family.
Think of this.
Morgan immediately stepped forward and walked to the wooden house not far from the small square.
Registration begins.
There are many other bounty and employment tasks on the bulletin board just now.
For example, hiring guards to escort goods and goods out of Winterfell to other places;
This type of employment entrustment task is the most common.
There are also some other small mercenary tasks.
In short, as long as it is a large town or city, mercenaries will not have to worry about finding tasks.
Although the size of the tasks varies.
Morgan only saw the most conspicuous commission from the Stark family to hire a swordsman, and he ignored all other tasks.
"what is it call?"
In front of the wooden house window, an old man with deep-set eyes was registering applicants.
"Morgan..."
After only a moment's hesitation, Morgan chose the name.
"Are you sure you want to participate in the Stark family's swordsman mission?"
Inside the window of the wooden house, the old man asked again.
"Sure."
Morgan nodded.
"Okay, let's meet here at dawn in two days..."
The old man skillfully filled out Morgan's simple information, and then said: "You will be taken to the inner castle for selection. I wish you good luck."
The old man waved his hand after speaking.
When Morgan turned to leave, he clearly saw a row of names written on the yellowed paper with his name written at the end.
Apparently, if he guessed correctly.
Those are his competitors for the swordsmanship job this time.
But it doesn't matter, what he is not afraid of the most is competition.
By the way, just take a look at the strength of these mercenaries in this world.
When turning around to leave the small square.
Snowflakes were already falling in the gloomy sky.
Morgan's figure quickly disappeared around the square.
Under the bulletin board.
Several tall men who had almost had a conflict with Morgan were discussing.
"Who is that guy? He seems to be pretty good..."
"I haven't seen it before. It's a new face. I think I came to Winterfell recently..."
"I must win the swordsman candidate chosen by the Duke for his child tomorrow, and I hope you two can help..."
"It's easy to say, as long as you, Black, don't forget our brothers after you get involved with the Stark family..."
"Haha, of course..."
"We already know the others, the new guy looks like he might be in some trouble..."
"I'll give it a try tomorrow. If possible, it would be best..."
"If you can't, you don't have to hold back when the time comes..."
"Of course, we agreed, but in this case, you know the price..."
"Okay, this is what it should be..."
Morgan didn't know that someone had taken a fancy to the opportunity to get close to the Stark family, the "King in the North", and was preparing to deal with him.
Although he knew it, he was not afraid.
He has gained a reputation in Middle-earth through hard work.
In this world, the same can be done.
When returning to the Warm Winter Tavern.
It's still early.
However, the originally extremely wet and cold weather also had snowflakes falling.
Such crazy weather.
Morgan had no intention of wandering around a small winter town.
After ordering a hearty lunch at the bar.
Morgan ordered another glass of adjusted whiskey, then asked for a good window seat to taste it quietly.
It's snowing outside.
The tavern is warm and welcoming.
In front of you is rich and delicious food, and at hand is a blended whiskey.
Morgan liked the atmosphere of the tavern in front of him more and more.
It would be better if there was a beautiful woman to accompany you at this time.
Just when the sky outside the window is full of wind and snow.
When the sky started to get darker.
Morgan also failed to wait for a romantic encounter in the pub.
The short two days passed by in a flash.
In the blink of an eye.
It's time for the Stark family to choose their swordsman.
