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ten minutes later.

The originally lively and noisy hall of the Black Apple Tavern was quiet.

Everyone looked at the four people in the center of the hall.

Three of the figures were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

The remaining tall and handsome man with black ponytail and icy breath all over his body was stepping on the face of one of the large figures who fell to the ground and said calmly, "Whose losses are these?"

"My mine!"

"Your Excellency, these are all ours."

The big man who was trampled on his head hurriedly said in horror with his leaky mouth with missing front teeth.

Morgan then looked at the only familiar young bartender in the crowd and said, "I heard, all losses are theirs."

Realizing that there is money in front of you, the foreigners who are still strong are talking to themselves.

The bartender nodded immediately: "I heard, I heard your Excellency."

"and also."

Morgan said, looking at his rotten dining table that had been dismantled by himself and a piece of food all over the floor, and said again: "Bring a copy of the food I just ordered to my room, the cost is also counted. Their."

The bartender nodded again like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay sir."

After speaking, Morgan glanced at the various expressions of the audience in the hall.

The cold and indifferent gaze made all the onlookers who were swept away immediately felt uncomfortable and subconsciously looked away and did not dare to look at Morgan.

Only then did Morgan lift the foot that stepped on the big head under his feet and walked towards the accommodation area on the second floor of the tavern.

Watching that tall and cold figure disappear at the entrance of the second floor.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the originally quiet hall quickly became noisy again.

"Who is that guy?"

"Looks strong"

"Haha, the three brothers David kicked the iron plate this time."

"It deserves it, because there are a few brothers who are looking for trouble with strangers every time, this is finally a tough time."

"Shhh, be quiet, be careful that David hears trouble for you"

"I'm not afraid. Forget it, drink and drink."

"Who knows who that guy is?"

"I don't know, but he seems to be here in the morning. If you want to inquire, you can ask the bartender Jock, he is more clear."

"Haha, today is really good. This is the first time the three David brothers have been beaten up for making trouble."

"I'm so glad, come, cheers."

"."

The hustle and bustle in the hall downstairs continued.

In the room on the second floor.

Morgan opened the door calmly and walked into his room.

It's not uncommon in a pub in an unfamiliar place to be in trouble just for no reason.

After all, the owner who can open a tavern can be considered to be somewhat capable in the local area.

Otherwise, how can we welcome customers if the reputation of cheating is spread.

However, if the money is exposed, it is normal to be found in trouble.

Morgan guessed that it was also the reason that caused him to be targeted by the three thugs.

But this world is not Middle-earth.

Those three bastards weren't half-orcs either.

Morgan didn't intend to kill the three gangsters.

After all, killing people means trouble, especially in public.

Morgan didn't want trouble.

He came to White Harbor just to settle down temporarily and then prepare for the next trip.

At this time.

There was a knock on the room door.

Morgan opened the door, and outside stood a maid with a whole load of steaming fresh food.

three days later.

Inside the pub room.

In front of poor quality glass mirrors.

Morgan cut her shawl hair short again and tied it into a simple and comfortable ponytail.

Then shave off the beard on the face.

Immediately, he picked up the brand-new chainmail that he had put aside.

Soon, Morgan, who was wearing a brand-new chainmail inside, a black fleece coat, and an elf sword on his waist, walked out of the door of the room.

All the way to the downstairs bar.

The young bartender immediately said enthusiastically when he saw Morgan in full dress: "Good morning, these are the dry food prepared according to your request."

The bartender said that he took out two rather large packages from under the bar and placed them on the bar.

Morgan nodded, reached out and unwrapped the package, which contained beef jerky and lamb jerky.

In the other package, there are seasonings such as salt, spices and some miscellaneous things for cooking.

"And the whisky and beer you asked for and the carriage, all ready, all outside"

The young bartender walked out of the bar and led the way.

Morgan followed out of the tavern, and saw in front of the gate, a tall and sturdy horse with orange fur snorting impatiently.

Behind the tall horse, two tavern attendants were loading a huge and heavy package and a large ale barrel into the small carriage at the rear.

For Morgan to bring so much dry food and wine, even a barrel of ale.

The young bartender and the tavern party felt a little strange.

But the guests have money, and they certainly won't be stupid enough to stop them.

Morgan naturally ignored other people's eyes.

He just walked over to the horse, touched the long face of the horse that made him feel good by surprise, and said softly, "You will be called "Radish" from now on."

It didn't take long.

Morgan drove out of the Black Apple Tavern in a small carriage.

In front of the carriage, Morgan felt in good spirits some silver coins with a crown on one side and a white deer on the other.

The purchasing power of a gold coin in this world is stronger than that in Middle-earth.

His expenses for the past three days, plus several large bags of dry food and drinks in the carriage behind him, plus this good horse and the carriage below him, cost less than two Middle-earth gold coins in total.

The few silver coins in his hand, called "Silver Deer", were given to him by the tavern.

Drive the carriage all the way out of White Harbor.

After leaving Baigang, I came to the uninhabited field.

Morgan waved away several heavy packages and ale kegs from the carriage.

The speed of the entire carriage immediately increased a lot.

Morgan, who was driving in one hand and holding a full glass of cold beer in the other, took out the map of the North that he had bought yesterday.

All the way to the further north direction of the King's Road.

Two days later.

In the vast, sparsely wooded wilderness, a fairly broad road winds its way to the north.

Morgan found the King's Road shown on the map.

The next itinerary is much easier.

Go straight on the King's Road.

a week later.

At the end of Morgan's line of sight, the outline of a huge, man-made castle finally appeared in front of him.

"call"

He let out a long breath.

Morgan looked at the huge castle at the end of his line of sight and said in his heart: "That should be the ancestral castle capital "Winterfell" where the Stark family known as the "Guardian of the North" and "King of the North" are located."

At this time.

"Boom."

A dull thunder came from the distant sky.

Morgan looked up at the dark, gloomy sky.

The feet are on the horse's belly.

The orange "radish" under him immediately ran wildly.

He galloped towards Winterfell ahead.

Ps: I can't be a eunuch. Recently, a lot of work and life have delayed the update. I'm sorry, the update will return to normal after this period of busyness~~ Please forgive me~~