"I surrender!"
Looking at the extremely cold eyes of the sharpshooter Morgan in front of him, it seemed as if he was looking at himself like a corpse.
The originally very angry middle-aged mercenary Blake suddenly came to his senses almost instantly.
He shouted quickly.
He could clearly feel that if he did not admit defeat, the other party might really kill him.
The words fell.
He couldn't care less about the pain that was shooting through every part of his body.
Blake was looking longingly at the powerful and indifferent Morgan in front of him, not even daring to breathe loudly for fear of offending him.
Looking at the middle-aged mercenary who reacted very quickly at his feet.
Morgan just grinned with a sneer, then withdrew the elf sword from the middle-aged mercenary's neck and inserted it back into the scabbard on his waist.
"call..."
Watching the sharpshooter Morgan slowly walk away, I felt that the crisis was gradually disappearing.
The middle-aged mercenary Blake finally let out a long breath.
As soon as he relaxed, Blake immediately felt clear pain throughout his body.
It made him miserable.
"damn it..."
He gritted his teeth and muttered.
Blake then slowly got up.
Seeing the middle-aged mercenary slowly getting up, everyone around the training ground also reacted.
how long?
How long did it take for that sharpshooter Morgan to defeat the middle-aged mercenary who had two consecutive victories and was very aggressive and skilled in swordsmanship?
At this moment, almost everyone on the training field couldn't help but think of this question.
"Damn, Blake was defeated like this?"
"Am I dazzled?"
"No, you are not dazzled. Black lost, and he lost so hard that he had no power to fight back..."
"This marksman Morgan is really powerful. Where did this guy come from?"
"How come I've never heard this name before?"
"There are so many things you haven't heard of..."
"Blake is a loser!"
"Now that he has lost, can he still get the money he promised us?"
"Hey, you have really good ideas. Black failed to become the swordsman teacher of several Stark families and could not join Winterfell as he wished. Do you think he will still give you money?"
"I don't care about that. He promised to give me money, so I agreed to act with him..."
"Luke, you and Blake are on the same team, and now you're saying that?"
"Hmph, how do I know, Blake owes me more than he owes you..."
"What's the rush? We'll find out soon when Blake comes over..."
"..."
The competition determined the winner.
The mercenaries were talking a lot.
Next to the training ground.
Several children of the Stark family were also talking.
"That Morgan actually defeated that middle-aged mercenary, it's really surprising..."
"Do you think Morgan can defeat the old coach?"
Rickon Stark looked at the tall figure on the training ground, looked back at the two brothers beside him and couldn't help but ask.
"have no idea."
Brandon Stark shook his head.
Although his father asked him to follow him to watch the swordsman selection, he wanted him to gain more knowledge.
But considering that he was only a teenager at this time, how much could he understand.
"That Morgan is very strong..."
After hearing Rickon Stark's words, Jon Snow turned his eyes back to the two younger brothers beside him and continued: "But the old coach is also very strong."
"As for who is more powerful, we will know after the competition..."
Jon Snow said.
Just seeing how easily Morgan defeated the middle-aged mercenary, he knew that the sharpshooter Morgan in front of him was stronger than he imagined.
Regarding the strength of the old coach who taught them from childhood to adulthood.
Of course Jon Snow knows it very well.
The old coach's strength is about the same as that of the middle-aged mercenary, and may be stronger, but it is limited.
If he were to face that sharpshooter Morgan, it would definitely not be enough.
He couldn't even tell what Morgan's specific swordsmanship was like just now.
Because the opponent's competition ended too quickly.
He just saw the middle-aged mercenary slash the Morgan several times and then quickly retreat.
When they fight together again.
That Morgan just waved his sword and the middle-aged mercenary was easily knocked away.
Then the battle is over.
Not only has his archery skills reached the level of a superb marksman.
Even melee swordsmanship is so powerful.
"Where did this Morgan come from?"
Jon Snow narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the figure in the training ground and couldn't help but think about it.
This is also the doubt in the minds of most people at the scene.
"Congratulations, Morgan..."
Beside the training ground, Robb Stark walked towards Morgan with a smile.
Although this is the best result.
However, Morgan's strength really exceeded Robb Stark's expectations.
He originally thought that Morgan's swordsmanship was at best comparable to that of the middle-aged mercenary.
However, the reality exceeded everyone's expectations...
"Next, you will be our Winterfell swordsman..."
Robb Stark said and stepped forward with a smile.
Morgan nodded slightly towards the eldest son of the Duke, and then smiled: "This is my honor."
Feeling that this Morgan was not only powerful and handsome, but also quite elegant, Robb Stark smiled and turned to look at the training ground and shouted: "Bran, Rickon, come here... "
"Let's go over there, just in time to get to know the swordsman who will teach you next."
Jon Snow said as he walked towards the training ground with his two younger brothers.
Next to the training ground.
Theon Greyjoy, the adopted son of Duke Stark, had already walked up to the mercenaries.
"Take them out..."
Xion looked at the soldiers on the side and ordered: "Don't let them fall behind and run around."
"yes."
Several soldiers immediately nodded and stepped forward.
The mercenaries heard the contempt in the young Stark member's words, but no one dared to say anything more.
He could only be led obediently by the soldiers toward the gate of the inner fort.
On the training ground.
Robb Stark is introducing Morgan to his two brothers.
"Brandon Stark, teacher, you can call me Bran."
The handsome-looking Brandon Stark looked at the tall man in front of him and said.
"I'm Rickon Stark, just call me Rickon."
The younger and shorter Rickon Stark looked at Morgan in front of him with excitement in his eyes.
This new swordsman teacher is very powerful.
If he teaches me, he will definitely be like his teacher in the future.
After some introductions.
Several of the Stark children got to know Morgan.
Morgan also really got to know these people.
At this time, two figures came from behind the warehouse next to the training ground.
The Stark family members on the field immediately bowed and saluted.
Morgan looked at the two approaching figures and also lowered his head slightly to show respect.
"Lord Stark..."
"lady..."
"Um..."
Duke Eddard Stark and his wife Caitlin Tully walked up to Morgan and said with a smile: "I am Eddard Stark. You must already know me."
"Of course, who in the entire North doesn't know the Duke..."
Morgan smiled and complimented.
"That's not necessarily the case..."
Eddard Stark smiled and shook his head.
After a brief chat.
Both of them have a preliminary understanding of each other.
"Morgan, you are a marksman and your swordsmanship is also very outstanding."
"Just teaching Bran and Rickon is overkill..."
"Robb must have told you that the swordsman recruited this time is only temporary, and it will only last for about two months at most..."
"At that time..."
As he spoke, Ed Stark suddenly turned to look at Morgan and asked, "Are you interested in teaching the archery skills of our Winterfell warriors?"
Don't talk about anything else.
Just as Morgan's marksman.
It's completely worthy of Ed Stark's full recruitment.
What's more, Morgan also possesses the same amazing swordsmanship. Ed Stark can't bear to let go of such a powerful Morgan.
Let Morgan be the archery instructor for the Winterfell troops.
This is what Eddard Stark had already thought after seeing Morgan shoot that amazing arrow.
"Thank you Lord Stark for your consideration..."
"I'm very interested."
Faced with the Duke of Winterfell's request, Morgan nodded and agreed without much thought.
"Join Winterfell and establish a relationship with the Stark family."
This step of the plan has been completed.
The next step is to take one step at a time and act according to the circumstances.
Seeing that Morgan agreed without hesitation.
Eddard Stark showed a satisfied smile, reached out and patted Morgan on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Morgan, welcome to Winterfell."
Morgan smiled and said, "It's my honor."
Ed Stark then looked at his wife Caitlin Tully and smiled: "Morgan and I will have a drink tonight."
Caitlin Tully then smiled and said, "No one is stopping you."
She is the Duchess of the North.
Although he has no strength, he can still see the extraordinary strength of the Morgan in front of him.
What's more, the husband's affectionate solicitation also illustrates this point.
Of course she was happy that her Winterfell had recruited important talents.
After some conversation.
Duke Eddard Stark quickly left the training ground with his wife Caitlin Tully.
Several Stark children also quickly dispersed.
Jon Snow took Morgan to prepare a place for him.
"That's the library of Winterfell..."
On the way, Jon Snow pointed to a huge three-story building in front of him and introduced it to Morgan.
"That's the weapons depot..."
"Over there is the kitchen. People like us usually eat there..."
"That's the hall. It's a place used to entertain guests and hold family gatherings. Lord Stark will entertain you there in the evening..."
"Behind that door is the sacred forest, a place of prayer and worship..."
On the way to the residence.
Jon Snow continued to introduce every building he encountered to Morgan so that Morgan could become familiar with Winterfell better and faster.
More than half an hour later.
Jon Snow finally brought Morgan to a huge three-story building.
"This is it..."
Jon Snow said and continued to move forward with Morgan.
Not long after, the two of them stood in front of the door of a room.
"This is your next room Morgan."
"I won't go in. If you don't understand or need anything, you can ask Old Man Tolan below."
"You have a good rest and teach Bran and Rickon what to do starting tomorrow..."
Jon Snow stood in front of the room door and gave an explanation before turning around to leave.
Morgan suddenly asked: "I saw those attendants outside busy cleaning the roadside. Is there any activity in the city?"
"The one you were talking about..."
When Morgan asked, Jon Snow nodded and said, "Yes, His Majesty the King is coming from King's Landing and will arrive in the next two days."
"I see."
Morgan nodded in understanding.
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
Jon Snow looked at Morgan and asked with a smile.
"No, thank you, Jon."
Morgan smiled and shook his head.
I have met several members of the Stark family before.
Except for the adopted son Theon Greyjoy, the thin young man who initially led a group of mercenaries into the inner castle of Winterfell, he was somewhat arrogant and had an average attitude towards Morgan.
Other sons of the Duke, such as Robb Stark, the eldest son of Winterfell, and Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, all have a friendly attitude towards Morgan.
But in comparison.
Jon Snow, who took the initiative to take over the illegitimate son of a Duke who was leading the way for Morgan, seemed to have a better attitude towards Morgan than the other sons of Dukes.
This can also be seen from the attitude of Jon Snow taking Morgan all the way and patiently explaining and introducing him.
Morgan can certainly feel it.
"nothing."
"Morgan, you are now a member of Winterfell."
Jon Snow shook his head with a smile and continued: "It's okay, I'll leave. If you don't understand anything, just ask old Toland and the attendants."
"OK..."
Morgan nodded and watched Jon Snow's back disappear.
He suddenly remembered an interesting story he heard in the Black Apple Tavern in White Harbor.
An interesting fact is that the bastards in "King's Landing and Dragonstone" all have the surname "Weishui";
Bastards in the Iron Islands are all named "Pike";
The bastards in the Riverlands are all named "River";
The illegitimate children in the Western Region all have the surname "Hishan";
The illegitimate children in the north all have the surname "Snow".
Morgan didn't think much of it at first.
Now I think of Jon Snow's illegitimate son status, and then think of his last name.
It seems to make some sense.
Think of this.
Morgan couldn't help but smile.
He knew that Jon Snow's true identity was not an illegitimate child.
Shaking his head, Morgan turned around and opened the door.
The room is very spacious and the decoration inside is pretty good.
Big bed, bedside tables, big windows, dining table, glass mirror... and even a rocking chair. The room in front of me was much better than the two taverns that Morgan had stayed in when he came to this world.
Close the door.
Morgan strode to the window, reached out and opened the large window.
Looking at the scenery outside the window and the busy servants in the distance below.
Morgan let out a long breath, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.
"Finally entering Winterfell."
"The next step is the real beginning of my journey in Westeros."
in the next few days.
Morgan only needs to teach Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, the two sons of the Duke, at the training ground during the day and morning.
In fact, it is mainly to teach Brandon Stark.
Because Rickon Stark is still too young and too playful.
Except for teaching Bran archery and swordsmanship in the morning and performing his duties as a swordsman, Morgan was very leisurely at other times.
This also allowed him to quickly understand the entire Winterfell.
Three days flew by.
Morning of the fourth day.
On the watchtower of the thick and tall inner city wall of Winterfell, I finally saw the figure of a huge luxury motorcade from a distance.
The king is finally coming.
