"Ah ah ah ah ah..."
"Morgan..."
"Morgan..."
"Morgan..."
"..."
Looking at the tall, handsome, and arrogant figure on the field who could not only quickly defeat two of the knights in one against three, but even frighten the last knight into surrendering.
In the stands, endless cheers, shouts, and screams suddenly erupted at this moment.
Countless spectators stood up, waved, shouted and cheered wildly.
The entire arena was filled with an unprecedented fanatical atmosphere.
Night is different from day.
Night can make people more emotional, and it can also amplify the suppressed emotions deep in the human heart.
This is also the reason why the audience's calls are more enthusiastic and fanatical at night than during the day.
This "competition" specially held for the new Prime Minister also ushered in the most exciting first day.
"Hahahaha, I made a lot of money this time!"
"Sure enough, I saw Morgan right. I knew he could do it. I knew...haha..."
"Damn it, these three losers!"
"Three people working together can't deal with that pretty boy, damn it, damn it..."
"Ah ah ah ah ah..."
"Morgan, Morgan, I love you, I want to marry you Morgan..."
"Oh my god, Morgan participated in all the formats of this tourney and won them all. Who knows where he came from..."
"I'm extremely looking forward to his performance tomorrow. I really hope this night can pass quickly..."
"Maggie, I want to get this man, I must get him..."
"He's so handsome, I think I've really fallen in love with him..."
"Diana, it's not easy for you to get a man. Wait first. When I get back, I'll send a letter to that Morgan. With your reputation as "Love Coast", I believe no man can refuse." , the same goes for this guy on the field..."
"Won again, haha... Morgan, I love you, I want to beat you to get the first place in the group melee battle..."
"..."
In the stands, countless spectators were cheering and making noise.
The king is on the high platform.
Robert Baratheon looked at the figure of the last knight who was so frightened that he dropped his sword and raised his hands to admit defeat. He couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha..."
"I knew this kid could do it. How could a guy who could become Ed's family's swordsman be so bad at swordsmanship?"
Robert Baratheon laughed loudly and drank the wine in one gulp, feeling happy in his heart.
He was indeed in a good mood.
Watching this kid Morgan compete, violence, speed, blood, and simplicity are all a lot of these feelings. Naturally, Robert Baratheon, who is looking for fun and excitement every day, feels particularly happy and relaxed.
Just looking at the tall and straight figure on the field, standing alone in the middle of the field, looking a bit like a lonely figure seeking defeat.
Robert Baratheon's mood suddenly became a little complicated.
Once upon a time, I was as handsome as Morgan, no, more handsome than him. At that time, I was the dream of countless girls and ladies throughout King's Landing.
Just now...
Thinking of this, Robert Baratheon couldn't help but look at his bloated and round belly, and sighed in his heart: "I can't go back after all..."
"With the strength this guy just showed..."
At this time, Barristan Selmy, the captain of the Kingsguard, who was standing aside, also joined the conversation and said: "I feel that even if I can win the first place in this "Team Melee Competition", I will not I feel strange..."
"Oh, are you so optimistic about Morgan?"
Hearing the words of Barristan Selmy beside him, King Robert Baratheon felt a little emotion in his heart and immediately dissipated. He immediately turned to look at the captain of the Kingsguard beside him and asked with a smile.
"With the strength he has shown so far, many people should think so."
"I think those guys in King's Landing who set up gambling tables..."
Barristan Selmy responded with a smile: "At this time, I'm afraid I'm secretly lowering Morgan's odds of winning the first place..."
Next to King Robert Baratheon.
Queen Cersei Lannister paid no attention to the cheerfully laughing husband beside her. She just sat lazily on the bench and narrowed her beautiful green eyes, staring at Morgan's figure on the field. She didn't know what she was thinking. Something.
Beside Cersei Lannister, Prince Joffrey looked at the extremely powerful figure on the field, his expression ugly and his heart growing more and more depressed.
"Haha, little finger, I will accept your hundred gold dragon coins..."
In the huge noble stand area, Renly Baratheon, the minister of justice and the youngest brother of King Robert Baratheon, stood up and looked in front of the finance minister, Petyr Baelish, and laughed loudly.
"It's nothing. The swordsman from Lord Stark's family did very well..."
Littlefinger Petyr Baelish looked at Renly Baratheon and smiled. As he spoke, he looked at the tall and thick figure two rows in front and said loudly: "What do you think?"
"Lord Stark?"
Eddard Stark, who heard the sound, immediately turned his head and looked behind him with some confusion at Renly Baratheon, who was smiling at him and looking at him with a proud expression on his face, and said, "I didn't hear that." What are you talking about anymore..."
"Who can tell me?"
Ed Stark also smiled and spoke.
Littlefinger Petyr Baelish immediately said: "We are discussing the swordsman of your family..."
"Are you talking about Morgan again?"
"Of course he's great..."
Eddard Stark nodded.
Although he had not been in King's Landing for a long time, he also knew that Renly Baratheon, the Minister of Justice, and Petyr Baelish, the Little Finger of the Finance Minister, were not easy to deal with. How could the two of them get together at this time? We were joking together, so I asked, "But what are you..."
"Haha, Littlefinger made a bet with me and lost me a hundred gold dragon coins..."
Upon hearing Eddard Stark's question, Renly Baratheon immediately smiled unabashedly.
He was a little dissatisfied with Littlefinger Petyr Baelish's style of doing things, and he didn't want to save any face for him at this time.
"Oh, I still know Morgan's strength very well..."
Ed Stark smiled and said: If you want to continue to play against him, the possibility of winning is still very high..."
Several powerful ministers of the kingdom chatted coquettishly.
As a student of Morgan.
The moment Arya Stark saw her teacher sweeping through the two knights with overwhelming force, the remaining one was even so frightened that he threw his sword and surrendered.
She jumped up from her seat and yelled.
Eddard Stark couldn't hold her down.
"Look, look..."
The father on the side was chatting with several other ministers. Arya was so happy that she couldn't share it with others, so she immediately pulled her sister Sansa Stark beside her and shouted quickly.
"I see..."
"Arya, could you please stop being so noisy..."
Sansa Stark broke away from her sister's pull angrily, looked at her sister and said loudly.
Sansa Stark was not in a good mood all day today.
Originally, when she came to see the tourney in the morning, she was in a good mood because she could see Prince Joffrey.
But when she looked at her fiancé, the prince, with a smile in the morning, Joffrey turned his head with a cold expression, making Sansa Stark feel immediately depressed.
This also led to a whole morning of unhappiness.
Originally, Sansa wasn't going to watch the competition that night.
However, her father, sister, and many people in the castle came to the tournament again, and she was bored at home.
Besides, just because Prince Joffrey was unhappy in the morning didn't mean he would be unhappy in the evening.
This is the reason why Sansa Stark is here.
But she was disappointed once again. Prince Joffrey just turned his head indifferently when facing her, and didn't even look at her in the eyes. How could Sansa endure this?
So she became even more unhappy.
Under such circumstances, her sister Arya's tugging would only make her feel more unhappy, and also make her hate Morgan even more.
If only Morgan hadn't pissed off Prince Joffrey on the way to King's Landing.
His Highness the Prince will not turn his anger on himself or be indifferent to himself.
It's all that nasty Morgan's fault!
Thinking of this, Sansa Stark shook off her sister's hand and sat alone sulking.
Arya Stark was so happy that she didn't bother to argue with her sister. She just stood up and looked at the extremely majestic figure of the teacher on the field. At the same time, she thought about how she could be like the teacher if she faced the siege of three people.
Morgan on the field was unaware of the noisy thoughts of countless spectators in the stands.
In the small arena circled in the center, looking at the knight who threw down his weapons and raised his hands to admit defeat, Morgan just said coldly: "I accept your admission, go out by yourself."
The words fell.
The strong knight, who was a head taller than Morgan, immediately became happy, turned around and ran outside the small arena.
Seeing the knight surrendering and surrendering, he voluntarily left the ring, and the cheers and noise in the stands became even louder.
At this time, the official staff next to the arena finally came to the small competition circle.
Morgan was declared the undisputed winner of this group melee.
When Morgan got on his horse and once again rode "Carrot" across the field, walking towards the victory road, the entire field erupted with extremely warm cheers, applause, and more and more screaming female voices. .
As Morgan disappeared onto victory lap.
The rapid sound of horse hooves soon came from the arena passage again.
The audience continued to warmly welcome the knights who came next.
It wasn't until the last group of knights came on stage to compete.
The atmosphere on the field was not as lively as that of Morgan's one-on-three victory.
When I returned to the small castle where the Stark family lived in the aristocratic district of King's Landing.
It was almost late at night.
When Hand of the King Ed Stark and everyone in the castle fell asleep.
There was still candlelight flickering in a room by the window on the first floor.
In front of the long table.
Morgan, who was wearing a tight-fitting leather armor, was sitting in front of a relatively clear glass mirror behind a long table, constantly adjusting the plush beard on his face and the hideous scar on his left cheek.
Yes, Morgan is wearing makeup.
Now whenever he goes out at night, he will put on his makeup and dress up carefully in advance to make himself into another person.
It didn't take long.
When Morgan stood up, except for the similar height and body shape, his face and entire head were already a different person.
In the beginning, when Morgan came to King's Landing, his makeup skills were poor.
But now, he is very familiar with it and his techniques are much more agile.
He looked at himself in the mirror with a big beard and a hideous scar hanging on half of his face like a centipede.
Morgan was satisfied.
Quickly, after hanging up his sword and putting on his long black robe, Morgan walked to the bed and opened the window.
The next second.
The room was instantly plunged into darkness.
The entire castle began to fall into a complete slumber.
"Huhuhu..."
The biting cold howls through the streets of King's Landing every day.
Walking on the noisy road.
Morgan could clearly feel that the entire city of King's Landing was much livelier than usual.
Usually at this time.
Except for those always bustling streets, there aren't too many people elsewhere.
But now, many figures can be seen on every street in King's Landing.
Those were all tourists who came from other places to take advantage of the King's Landing Tournament.
Morgan walked towards the alleyway he had walked many times before without changing his speed.
Walking through street after street.
He quickly got into a dark alley.
Just as he walked into the alleyway, he heard screams coming from the front of the alleyway.
Morgan continued to move forward without changing his expression.
Soon, when Morgan's figure appeared, a tall, thin young man walked toward him in anger. The moment he saw the figure and appearance of the man clearly, he immediately swallowed back the curse words in his mouth.
At this time, Morgan also saw clearly that this group of gang members who had been severely punished by him twice were beating up several men.
Morgan largely ignored the situation.
Because things like this are happening in this city all the time.
He couldn't handle it, and he wasn't interested.
Of course, there are exceptions, and that's when he's in a good mood.
Under the respectful and fearful eyes of all the gang members.
Morgan walked steadily down the alley.
Half an hour later.
He appeared on the dark and busy underground black market streets.
The number of people in King's Landing increased rapidly, and the underground black market was also very busy.
Morgan moved on.
It didn't take long for him to step into one of the houses on both sides of the street.
Looking at the old man with all white beard and hair and black-rimmed glasses, Morgan said calmly: "I want to know the specific time and dock location of the Black Forest Chamber of Commerce caravan arriving at King's Landing..."
The white-haired and busy old man with glasses looked up at Morgan and recognized this customer as a customer who had visited several times before. He stopped holding the quill in his hand and said with a smile: "The Black Forest Chamber of Commerce is not easy to mess with... I need five coins for this news. Golden Dragon Coin.”
The old man with glasses showed his usual kind and kind profiteer smile and spoke.
Morgan's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and threw a money bag in front of the old man's counter.
ten minutes later.
Morgan stood on the dim underground black market street again.
The cold wind howled.
Morgan couldn't calm down in his heart.
"Two days later, late at night and early morning, at the East Pier of Blackwater Bay..."
Thinking about the news he had just bought from the profiteer-eyed old man at a great expense, he felt a little anxious in his heart.
"Two days later, it will be the last day of the tournament..."
"At that time, winning the tournament was definitely the focus of many people's attention. If I wanted to go out and rob the Black Chamber of Commerce's caravan in the early hours of the morning, I would have to think of a good excuse..."
Thinking of this, Morgan suddenly remembered something. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a small envelope with a good smell of perfume appeared in his hand.
This was the letter that the servant brought to Morgan when he returned to the castle in the evening.
According to the words of the servant and some information written on the envelope.
Morgan knew that this was an invitation letter sent from the high-end brothel "Coast of Love" in King's Landing's most famous "Silk Street" (Silk Street: a bustling street with various high- and low-end brothels).
"Love Coast...Diana..."
Looking at the letter in his hand, Morgan showed a playful smile.
