"Huhu..."
The cold wind howled.
Snowflakes were flying in the sky.
Although there is not much wind and snow.
Winterfell was in full swing.
A large number of attendants and servants were busy.
When Morgan and a group of mercenaries participating in the selection of swordsmen were taken to the Stark family's training ground by the thin young man in gray robes.
Several people were already waiting on the training ground.
Except for the guards standing by the training ground.
At this time, there were four figures, two tall and two short, standing in front of the training ground.
The two tall figures were wearing black robes. They were about the same age as the thin young man in gray robe who led the team. One had slightly longer hair and the other had shorter hair. They both looked handsome.
The two shorter ones were also wearing black luxurious plush coats, but they had childish faces. They were obviously children who had not yet grown up, and they should be around ten years old.
A group of mercenaries were brought in front of these four people.
Although some people may have guessed the identities of the four people in front of them, no one knows them.
Morgan, who was following the mercenaries, saw four figures in front of him.
His eyes couldn't help but 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 is called "Jon Snow", the illegitimate son of Duke Stark.
And the young man with short hair next to him, "Robb Stark", the eldest son of Duke Stark.
There is also the short, handsome child, "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 a familiar plot character.
After recognizing these three, the child next to him with the same childish look on his face must also be Duke Stark's child.
And the thin young man in gray robe in front of him 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.
This is what Morgan is hearing from the Warm Winter Tavern these days.
It’s easy to relate it to the situation at hand.
"Are these the people?"
Robb Stark looked at the dozen or so mercenaries approaching, his eyes moved to Theon Greyjoy's face and asked.
"It's all here."
Theon Greyjoy nodded.
Although the mercenaries who signed up were not all there, and there were still three people missing, he had no interest in waiting any longer.
Anyway, the swordsman currently selected is only temporary.
When the family's old coach gets better, he will continue to teach Bran and Rickon.
"Then let's get started."
Hearing Theon's words, Robb Stark nodded.
"Go, prepare the longbow and arrows, and bring out the archery target..."
Robb Stark looked at the soldiers beside him and ordered.
The soldiers left quickly.
Robb Stark walked up to the mercenaries and said, "I am 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 well, you can join us in Winterfell after the mission is completed."
"The swordsmen we hire need to be proficient in swordsmanship and archery..."
"You must all know this already..."
"The next selection method is also very simple. You just have to compete with each other..."
As Robb Stark's words fell.
A group of mercenaries immediately started talking among themselves.
For the mercenaries, although it is a pity that they are only temporary swordsmen, the commission is generous this time, and it is already very good to be able to join Winterfell after the job is completed.
Only then did Morgan learn that the swordsman hired by the Stark family was only a temporary worker.
But this had little effect on him.
He didn't want to be a swordsman for the Stark family forever.
At this time, several soldiers had already taken out several longbows and arrows from the warehouse next to the training ground.
There are also several archery targets placed far in front of the training ground.
"Let's test our archery skills first. Which of you will come first..."
Looking at the targets set by the soldiers, Robb Stark looked at the mercenaries and asked.
The words fell.
The mercenaries immediately looked at me and I looked at you.
In fact, the earlier this kind of competition occurs, the better.
Because it shoots better from the front.
The state of mind in subsequent appearances will be affected to some extent.
"I'll go first."
Soon, a middle-aged mercenary with a fleshy face, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a slightly bloated figure came out.
Robb Stark nodded, and the soldiers beside him immediately handed over longbows and arrows.
Watching the middle-aged mercenary take the bow and set the arrow.
Behind him, Jon Snow walked up to his younger brothers Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, and said, "Watch carefully..."
At this moment, everyone on the training ground focused their attention on the middle-aged mercenary.
Morgan cheered up even more.
Because this middle-aged fat man was one of the three people who came to him yesterday and wanted him to give in.
at this time.
The snowflakes in the sky are getting smaller.
The sky is also brighter than before.
The middle-aged mercenary raised his bow and aimed intently, then let go of the bow string.
"Whoosh..."
A soft sound.
The arrow accurately hit the target dozens of meters away.
These targets are made of special wood, with a square piece of cloth nailed in the middle, and a black mark is painted on the center of the cloth piece, where the bullseye is.
At this time, the middle-aged mercenary's arrow hit the edge of the black bullseye.
"Damn it!"
"Actually, I'm better at swordsmanship."
The middle-aged mercenary looked at the target in the distance, cursed lowly, and handed the longbow to the soldier beside him.
Although it was barely a hit.
But it is obviously not enough for those who want to apply for a swordsman job.
Robb Stark said calmly: "Next."
The words fell.
A middle-aged mercenary with thin cheeks came out immediately.
Seeing this, Morgan looked a little amused.
Because this is the one who was in charge of the three people who approached me yesterday.
This one carries a long bow and arrows on his back.
Rejecting the soldier's long bow, the middle-aged, thin man took off the long bow and arrows from his back, opened his bow and nocked an arrow.
"Whoosh..."
A soft sound.
The arrow hit the center of the target accurately.
The middle-aged man put away his long bow and arrows and walked aside with a confident smile.
Morgan was not surprised when he saw the middle-aged man hit the target.
If you can't hit this.
Even if he beats everyone else, the Stark family will probably not look down on him.
The middle-aged mercenary finished shooting, and this time there was no need for Robb Stark to speak.
The next mercenary came out immediately.
Time passed slowly.
The one-person-one-arrow competition method is still very fast.
It didn't take long.
All thirteen mercenaries finished shooting arrows.
The result is that the tenth place hit the bullseye.
The other three missed slightly.
Generally speaking, the strength of these mercenaries is pretty good.
As the thirteenth mercenary lowered his longbow.
Morgan stepped forward.
Wearing a black velvet windbreaker, he has a tall and majestic figure and a cold and calm appearance.
Morgan can beat anyone on the training ground just by his looks and temperament.
Watch the final Morgan take the field.
Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and other mercenaries with a little discernment couldn't help but cheer up.
The person in front of me is obviously different from the other dozen mercenaries just by looking at his appearance, clothing and temperament.
Obviously they don't look like ordinary mercenaries.
Morgan only had the elf sword hanging on his body. Upon seeing this, the soldier beside him immediately handed over a long bow and an arrow.
Morgan took the longbow, but looked at the soldier with a single arrow in his hand and said, "Give me two more."
The words fell.
Not only the soldiers who were holding arrows recently were stunned.
The surrounding mercenaries and several members of the Stark family who heard Morgan's words were also stunned.
The soldier responded very quickly. He seemed to be worried that he might not hear clearly and immediately asked, "Do you want two more arrows?"
"You heard that right."
Morgan nodded.
Only then did the soldier react and immediately took out two more arrows from the quiver behind him and handed them to Morgan.
Watch as Morgan takes the three arrows.
A group of mercenaries standing a little further away finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"What is that guy doing?"
"Three arrows...who does he think he is?"
"Are you deliberately trying to attract the attention of the Stark family?"
"I have seen a marksman who can shoot two arrows at once, but three arrows at once..."
"This guy doesn't look like he's joking..."
"I hope this guy is just showing off. If this is successful, what will happen to us..."
"..."
Morgan's actions not only caused the mercenaries behind him to whisper.
Even the Stark family members were all excited. Brandon Stark immediately looked at Jon Snow behind him and asked, "Can anyone shoot three arrows at once?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen it either."
"Maybe..."
"We'll find out as we continue to read..."
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 hit, there is nothing Winterfell can do to let go of the marksman in front of him.
Just when everyone in the training ground looked nervously at the figure in front of them.
With an extremely calm expression, Morgan tipped the long bow in his hand, then opened the bow and nocked an arrow, and instantly drew it into a full moon.
Three arrows were attached to the long bow.
Morgan looked at the target in the distance ahead.
Such a distance, such a dead target.
With Morgan's archery skills at this time, he had a high chance of hitting the target even if he closed his eyes.
But he just needed to get the attention of the Starks.
There is no need to overdo it.
Aim for a moment.
Morgan loosened the bowstring with a calm expression.
"Swish swish..."
Three off-string arrows shot quickly towards the target ahead with a whistling sound.
The next second.
"Bang bang bang..."
Three muffled sounds sounded one after another.
Three arrows, three target bullseyes, all hit the target.
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 in a daze.
Everyone knows that those who are extremely good at archery are called sharpshooters.
But few people have seen the reality.
At this moment, everyone believed it.
If there is a true marksman, it must be the guy in front of me.
at this time.
Just when the people on the training ground were still a little unresponsive.
"Pa bang..."
A clap suddenly sounded from behind.
"Excellent archery skills..."
Along with the clapping, there was a thick voice.
Everyone in the training ground, who was awakened by the clapping, came to their senses and immediately turned their heads to look behind.
You can see the warehouse attic in the back.
A middle-aged man wearing a brown luxurious robe with a resolute and handsome face and a middle-aged lady wearing a dark blue exquisite robe are looking at the training field below.
The applause came from the smiling middle-aged man's hands.
"Father..."
"Mother..."
"Lord Stark..."
"Your Majesty the Duke..."
"lady..."
Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Brandon Stark, and Theon Greyjoy immediately saluted the two people above the warehouse.
Among the mercenaries, even those who had never seen Duke Stark reacted at this moment and saluted the two people above.
Morgan also recognized who these two were and bowed his head to show respect.
"Amazing archery skills..."
Ed Stark looked at the figure below and spoke with admiration again, and asked with a smile: "What's your name?"
The words fell.
this moment.
All the mercenaries looked at Morgan with envy. Duke Stark took notice of him. This guy was obviously going to be prosperous.
Although everyone has to admit that this guy's archery skills are amazing.
Just that time he shot three arrows, and all of them hit the target.
This is not a coincidence or luck.
This guy is the undisputed marksman.
Being seen by Duke Stark on the spot, it is completely reasonable to be admired.
"Thank you Lord Stark for your compliments."
"I'm Morgan..."
Morgan spoke calmly with a smile on his face, and his temperament made Duke Eddard Stark appreciate him more and more.
"I remember..."
Eddard Stark looked at Morgan and smiled and nodded, then looked at his son Robb Stark and said, "You continue."
"Yes, father."
Robb Stark turned his head and looked at Morgan with an obviously different expression.
Just with that arrow just now.
Winterfell would never let such a marksman go.
What's more, my father saw it and admired it so much.
Next, let’s take a look at the swordsmanship of this mercenary named Morgan.
If nothing else, the swordsman must be him.
At this time, Robb Stark didn't say much. He just looked at Morgan and smiled, then looked at the mercenaries and continued: "The next step is the swordsmanship competition."
"Everyone who just hit the target, you can find your own opponents to compete..."
"The final winner..."
Robb Stark said and looked at Morgan: "Let's compete with Morgan again..."
The words fell.
This time, the mercenaries were silent.
Morgan was treated so favorably.
Robb Stark is so partial to 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 Duke Stark.
Now the Duke and Lady of Winterfell are watching from the attic behind them.
Who dares to complain now?
Talking nonsense?
"Okay, everyone, get ready to start."
"Remember to take action and pay attention..."
After speaking, Robb Stark stepped aside.
Morgan returned the longbow to the soldier beside him and stood aside.
In the center of the training ground.
The ten mercenaries who had hit the bullseye before were divided into five groups and facing each other with long swords in hand.
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 Morgan, the sharpshooter, is terrible at swordsmanship?
