Chapter 263 (1/2)

”Hoo Hoo...”

”Woo woo...”

Outside the house, the wind and snow roared, and the half open windows blew with loud sobs.

Morgan, who was awakened by sobs, woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes and looked out of the window. He found it was still dark.

He doesn't like closing the window when he sleeps.

Even this cold winter night.

Speaking of, because of the continuous improvement of strength.

Morgan's cold and heat resistance has long exceeded that of ordinary people.

Just like the howling wind and snow outside the house in the winter season.

Morgan is naked. Forget it, he'd better wear underpants. Even wearing underpants, he can spend the night outside safely.

Of course, his cold tolerance doesn't mean he will really do that.

After all, it's uncomfortable.

In terms of heat resistance.

Morgan felt even better than the cold.

In the Middle Earth world, 60 years ago, Morgan was able to swallow the hot soup full of oil stains into his stomach without feeling hot at all.

Now, his heat resistance is naturally stronger.

Although there was no specific attempt, Morgan felt that he would feel uncomfortable if he put his palm on an ordinary campfire for a while and a half.

”Woo woo...”

The sobbing sound of the cold wind is like the ghost language at night. It sounds sad and terrible.

But ghosts exist.

Not for Morgan.

In fact, he wants to go to hell.

I've been in a different world for a long time.

The last time I went to hell, that is, the undead after people died, was the group of undead army I saw in the Middle Earth world.

Besides, he never saw any other real undead.

”Hoo Hoo...”

In a dark room.

Morgan quietly looked at the big window shaking by the wind and snow, and watched a large number of snowflakes pouring into the room.

He could have seen at night.

The dark environment had little impact on him, although most of the things he saw were black and white.

The wind and snow outside the window continued to blow.

Feel sleepiness disappear.

Morgan simply got up, lit the candlestick at the head of the bed and brewed himself a cup of steaming black tea.

Today is the day to leave Winterfell.

As he left, Morgan remembered his system.

Mind fretting.

”Brush...”

The virtual data flashing light white light began to jump and flicker in front of us.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[race: human]

[biological level: Level 2]

[soul power: 1]

[attributes: strength LV7; physique lv8; agility lv6; spirit lv6]

[abilities: general language; Muay Thai Lv2; white crow sword (mastery) lv4; bow and arrow (mastery) lv4; rock body (special skill); dragon power (special skill); charge (special skill); mental shock (special skill); eagle eye (special skill); flash (special skill); any door (special skill)]

[talent: Intimacy (special skill)]

[current world exploration progress: 0.33%]

【......】

Look at the virtual data flashing in front of you.

Morgan's eyes followed.

Soon, the most observable soul bar began to appear on the data panel.

After the light flashes.

Morgan looked at the number behind the soul force column and his expression was calm.

He did not expect anything about it, and naturally he would not be disappointed.

He knew what he had done from Baigang to Winterfell.

It is normal that the number of soul force 1 behind the soul force column has not changed.

He would be surprised if there was a change.

Continue to look down with the flashing light.

Soon, Morgan saw the current world exploration progress bar with his greatest interest this time, and also saw the data behind the exploration progress: 0.33%.

”Only 0.33 percent...”

Looking at the data panel in front of him, Morgan frowned slightly.

When he came to winter city, he met many important people in the world.

Not only the stark family, which is comparable to the treatment of the protagonist.

We also met the king and queen, the family of ”eternal emperor” Geoffrey baratheon, as well as ”regicide” James Lannister, the little devil Tyrion Lannister, the hound Sandor krigon and other very important plot candidates.

To Morgan's understanding of the system.

He gave the most exploration progress when he first met the important plot characters, which was also called ”meeting ceremony” by him.

After that, only by promoting the plot can we improve the progress of exploration again.

This time, I had so many important people that I only got 0.33% of the exploration progress.

This surprised Morgan.

”It seems that it is more difficult for the world to obtain the progress of exploration than the Middle Earth World...”

Look at the data panel in front of you.

Morgan frowned and thought to himself.

Scattered the front panel data.

Morgan leaned against the head of the bed and looked quietly at the vast wind and snow outside the fully opened window.

Seems to be thinking about something, deep eyes.

Time passed slowly.

Unknowingly

The sky outside the window began to become hazy, and then the hazy became clear.

Finally, when it was bright outside the window.

It is the dawn of another day.

Morgan got up and washed after watching the snow in the middle of the night.

After some personal hygiene.

He began to pack up.

Although there is not much to clean up.

Most of his important things are put into the dimensional ring.

Everything is sorted out.

Morgan just glanced at the room where he had lived for more than half a month, then closed the door and strode out.

Wearing a ponytail, a lock armour inside, black trousers and leather armour under, a black fluffy robe outside, and an elf sword around his waist, Morgan strode towards the main castle.

Almost everyone in Winterfell knew that Duke ed stark would follow the king and queen south to be the ”former Prime Minister”, and today.

So the whole morning.

The inner castle was busy.

Prepare a big farewell breakfast in the kitchen.

The other servants and soldiers were busy with everything Mrs. Caitlin ordered.

Morgan had a big breakfast in the kitchen.

Then he strode in the direction of the horse pen.

”It's much fresher than the dirty prostitutes you usually sleep, isn't it, my uncle...”

At the corner of the horse pen, in front of several kennels where hunting dogs are kept.

The handsome young man in wine red exquisite robes and short blond hair was looking at the fragrant dwarf sleeping among the dry grass with a hound in his arms.

Tyrion Lannister, who heard the familiar voice, quickly woke up from his sleep and looked at the hound in his arms and the dirty environment around him.

No doubt.