Chapter 250 (2/2)

It's much brighter outside.

Against the flying snowflakes and the snow that didn't pass his upper, Morgan came to the small square quickly.

Many mercenaries wearing lock armor, long swords around their waist or long bows like Morgan have been waiting in front of the wooden house in the small square.

Morgan saw the old man who registered him two days ago.

There are also four soldiers in armor and a handsome young man with slender figure, brown and black long hair, leather armor inside and gray robe outside.

At this time, the old man was holding a yellow paper roll full of names and was talking to the thin young man who was going to hang a long sword.

Obviously, this time the young man is the first.

Morgan looked at the boy carefully, but he couldn't recognize who he was.

That's not surprising.

He himself was not very familiar with the world, and he stayed in the Middle Earth world for more than 60 years.

If it weren't for the constant change of memory with strength.

He may not remember anything about the world at all.

However, it can be guessed that the skinny boy in front of us should be from the stark family.

A few thoughts flashed through my mind.

Morgan tightened his tight black coat and walked steadily towards the square.

Come to the wooden house.

And a group of mercenaries entrusted by the stark family swordsmen.

Morgan stood aside with a calm face.

He saw in the crowd the three mercenaries he had just seen in the tavern.

At this time, the other party also saw Morgan.

Looking at the hostile eyes of the three mercenaries.

Morgan just glanced at the three men and swept through the other mercenaries involved in the selection. His eyes were still calm and indifferent.

Didn't wait long.

After several more mercenaries came one after another.

The long-awaited thin and handsome young man finally stood in front of a group of mercenaries.

”That's it.”

”Others who don't arrive and are not punctual don't deserve to work for the stark family...”

”Come with me...”

The thin young man turned and left with a slightly arrogant tone.

The four guards followed.

A group of mercenaries who participated in the selection immediately followed.

Morgan followed the mercenaries and walked towards the inner city of Winterfell.

With the thin youth ahead to lead the way.

The soldiers responsible for guarding the inner city did not stop at all.

Morgan followed the mercenaries through the taller and thicker inner city walls.

Finally, I stepped into the inner castle of winter city, which is the real winter city.

Tower, bell tower, square, garden, training ground, blacksmith shop, library, guard tower

Just like other cities I've seen before.

Known as the capital of the northern border, the ancestral castle of the stark family and Winterfell, the center of power.

Internal buildings are not very different from ordinary cities and towns.

Perhaps the biggest difference is that other cities serve countless people in an entire city.

And Winterfell, exclusively owned by the stark family.

”This way...”

”Don't go the wrong way...”

The warning voice of soldiers came from the front.

Morgan followed, quietly surveying the surroundings of Winterfell.

Soon, he found that many soldiers and attendants were busy.

Continue to go deep into Winterfell.

Morgan soon saw a large number of servants in ordinary clothes struggling to clean up the sanitation on both sides of the main road.

Obviously, Winterfell is going to hold something.

Morgan followed the line silently.

Finally, before arriving at the training ground of swordsman selection.

Morgan was passing by several busy attendants when he suddenly heard a conversation.

”Well, it's been cleaned for three days...”

”I don't know when his majesty will arrive?”

”It should be fast...”

”I saw that the kitchen was already preparing meat for the banquet...”

“......”

”The king came to Winterfell...”

Morgan's eyes narrowed as he chewed the news from the passing servants.