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"I surrender!"

Looking at the indifference in the eyes of the sharpshooter Morgan in front of him, it seemed as if looking at himself was like looking at a corpse.

The middle-aged mercenary Blake, who was originally very angry, woke up almost instantly.

He hurriedly shouted.

He could clearly feel that if he didn't admit defeat, the other party might really kill him.

The voice fell.

He ignored the pain that came from every part of his body.

Black was eagerly looking at the powerful and indifferent Morgan in front of him, and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of angering the other party.

Look at the middle-aged mercenary who reacts very quickly at his feet.

Morgan just grinned and showed a sneer, then withdrew the elf long sword that was resting on the neck of the middle-aged mercenary and inserted it into the scabbard around his waist.

"call"

Watching the marksman Morgan slowly walk away, he felt the crisis fading away.

The middle-aged mercenary Black finally let out a long breath.

With this relaxation, Blake immediately felt a clear pain from all over his body.

Make him miserable.

"damn it"

He gritted his teeth and muttered.

Blake got up slowly.

Seeing the middle-aged mercenary standing up slowly, everyone around the training ground also reacted at this time.

how long?

How long did it take Morgan, the sharpshooter, to defeat the aggressive middle-aged mercenary with superb swordsmanship in the previous two consecutive victories?

At this moment, almost the vast majority of people on the training ground couldn't help but think of this question.

"Damn, Black just got beat like that?"

"Am I dazzled?"

"No, you don't have dazzling eyes, Black lost, and the loser has 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"

"Black bastard!"

"He has lost now, can we still get the money he promised us?"

"Hey, your kid thinks so well. Black failed to become the swordsman teacher of several Stark families, and he couldn't join Winterfell. Do you think he will give you money?"

"I don't care about that. He promised to give money, and I promised to accompany him to act."

"Luke, you and Blake are in the same group, so now?"

"Hmph, how do I know, Blake owes me more than you owe"

"What's the hurry, I'll find out when Blake comes over."

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The test was decided.

The mercenaries were talking for a while.

next to the training ground.

Several children of the Stark family were also discussing.

"That Morgan actually defeated the middle-aged mercenary, which is really surprising."

"You say, Morgan can beat the old coach?"

Rickon Stark looked at the tall figure on the training ground, withdrew his gaze and looked at the two brothers beside him and couldn't help but ask.

"do not know."

Brandon Stark shook his head.

Although his father asked him to follow him to watch the selection of swordsmen, he wanted him to gain more knowledge.

But at the age of only ten years old at this time, how much can he understand.

"That Morgan is very strong"

Hearing Rickon Stark's words, Jon Snow turned his gaze back to the two younger brothers beside him, and continued, "But the old coach is equally strong."

"As for who is more powerful, we will only know after the test."

Jon Snow said.

Just by seeing how easily Morgan defeated the middle-aged mercenary, he knew that the sharpshooter in front of him, Morgan, was stronger than he had imagined.

The strength of the old coach who taught them from childhood to adulthood.

Of course Jon Snow knew that.

The strength of the old coach is comparable to that of the middle-aged mercenary, maybe even stronger, but it is limited.

If you are against the marksman Morgan, it is definitely not enough to see.

He just couldn't even see the specific swordsmanship strength of that Morgan.

Because the opponent's test ended too soon.

He just saw that the middle-aged mercenary slashed the Morgan several times and then quickly retreated.

When fighting together again.

That Morgan just waved his sword, and the middle-aged mercenary was easily smashed out.

Then, the battle is over.

Not only the bow and archery has reached the level of a superb marksman.

Even melee swordsmanship is so powerful.

"Where did this Morgan come from?"

Jon Snow narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure in the training ground and couldn't help thinking.

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 was beyond Robb Stark's expectations.

He originally thought that this Morgan's swordsmanship was at most comparable to that of the middle-aged mercenary.

However, the reality exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Next, you are our Winterfell Swordsman."

Robb Stark said and stepped forward with a smile.

Morgan nodded slightly towards the Duke's eldest son, then smiled, "It's my honor."

Feeling that this Morgan is not only strong, handsome, but also quite graceful, Robb Stark smiled and turned to look beside the training ground and shouted, "Bran, Rickon, come here."

"Let's go over, just to meet the swordsman who will teach you next."

Jon Snow said as he walked to the training ground with his two younger brothers.

Beside the training ground.

Theon Greyjoy, the adopted son of Duke Stark, had already walked in front of a group of mercenaries.

"Take them out"

Theon looked at the soldiers beside him and said, "Don't let them run away."

"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.

You can only be led by the soldiers to the direction of the inner castle gate.

on the training ground.

Robb Stark is introducing Morgan to his two younger brothers.

"Brandon Stark, the teacher 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."

Rickon Stark, who was younger and shorter, looked at Morgan in front of him with excitement in his eyes.

This new swordsman teacher is very powerful.

Let him teach himself, and he will definitely be the same as the teacher in the future.

After some mutual introduction.

Several of the Stark children knew Morgan.

Morgan also really knew these guys.

At this moment, 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 figures approaching, and bowed his head slightly to show respect.

"Master Stark"

"lady."

"Um"

Duke Eddard Stark brought his wife Catelyn Tully to Morgan and said with a smile, "I'm Eddard Stark, you must already know me."

"Of course, who would not know the Duke in the entire northern region."

Morgan smiled and complimented.

"That's unlikely"

Eddard Stark smiled and shook his head.

After a few simple chats.

Both of them had a preliminary understanding of each other.

"Morgan, you are a marksman, and your swordsmanship is also very good."

"Just teaching Bran and Rickon is overkill."

"Probably Robb also told you that the swordsman recruited this time is only temporary, and the time is about two months at most."

"At that time."

Eddard Stark suddenly turned his head to look at Morgan and asked, "Are you interested in teaching the bowing of our Winterfell warriors?"

Don't talk about anything else.

Just as a Morgan marksman.

It is completely worthy of Eddard Stark's full solicitation.

What's more, Morgan also possesses the same amazing swordsmanship. Eddard Stark can't bear to let go of such a powerful Morgan.

Ask Morgan to be the archery instructor for Winterfell's troops.

This was what Eddard Stark had thought of after seeing Morgan shoot that amazing arrow.

"Thank you Lord Stark for your attention."

"I'm very interested."

Faced with the request of the Duke of Winterfell, Morgan nodded and agreed without much thought.

"Join Winterfell and connect 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.

See 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 pleasure."

Eddard Stark immediately looked at his wife Catelyn Tully and smiled, "I'll have a drink with Morgan tonight."

Caitlin Tully immediately smiled and said, "No one is stopping you."

She is the Duchess of the North.

Although he has no strength, he can also see the extraordinary strength of the Morgan in front of him.

What's more, her husband's affectionate solicitation also illustrates this point.

Of course, she is happy with the important talents that her own Winterfell has recruited.

After some conversation.

Duke Eddard Stark quickly left the training ground with his wife Catelyn Tully.

Several Stark family children soon dispersed.

Jon Snow took Morgan to prepare a residence for him.

"There is the library of Winterfell."

On the way, Jon Snow pointed to a huge three-story building ahead and introduced to Morgan.

"There, is the arsenal"

"Over there, it's the kitchen. People like us usually eat there."

"There, the hall, is used to entertain guests and hold family gatherings, and Lord Stark will entertain you there at night"

"Behind that gate is the Godswood Forest, a place of prayer and worship."

On the way to the residence.

Jon Snow kept introducing Morgan to every building he encountered, so that Morgan could get acquainted with Winterfell better and faster.

After half an hour.

Jon Snow finally brought Morgan to a huge three-story building.

"It's here"

Jon Snow said and continued to move forward with Morgan.

It didn't take long for the two of them to stand 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 rest well and teach Bran and Rickon theirs starts tomorrow."

Jon Snow stood in front of the door of the room and explained, and was about to turn around and leave.

Morgan suddenly asked, "I saw those servants outside busy cleaning the roadside. Is there any activity in the city?"

"The one you said"

Hearing Morgan's question, Jon Snow nodded and said, "Yes, His Majesty the King is coming from King's Landing and will be there in the next two days."

"I see."

Morgan nodded understandingly.

"Is there anything else you want to know?"

Jon Snow looked at Morgan and asked with a smile.

"No, thank you, Jon."

Morgan smiled and shook his head.

I have been in contact with several Stark family members before.

Except for the adopted son Theon Greyjoy, the thin young man who led a group of mercenaries into the inner castle of Winterfell at the beginning, was a bit arrogant and arrogant, and had a general attitude towards Morgan.

Others like Robb Stark, the eldest son of Winterfell, as well as Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, the two sons of the dukes, treated Morgan as friendly.

But in comparison.

In front of him, Jon Snow, who took the initiative to take over the illegitimate son of the duke who led the way for Morgan, seems to have a better attitude towards Morgan than the sons of the other dukes.

This can be seen from Jon Snow's attitude of patiently explaining and introducing Morgan when he brought Morgan along the way.

Morgan can feel it naturally.

"nothing."

"Morgan, you are now a member of Winterfell."

Jon Snow shook his head with a smile, and continued, "I'll be leaving now. If you don't understand anything, you just need to ask old Tolan and the attendants."

"OK."

Morgan nodded, watching Jon Snow's back disappear.

He suddenly remembered an anecdote he heard in the Black Apple Tavern in White Harbor.

An anecdote said: The illegitimate children of "Jun's Landing and Longshi Island" are all surnamed "Wei Shui";

The illegitimate children of the Iron Islands are all named "Pike";

The illegitimate children of Hejiandi are all surnamed "Hewen";

The illegitimate children in the western border are all surnamed "Hishan";

The illegitimate children in the north are all surnamed "Xue Nuo".

Originally, Morgan didn't think much of it.

Now think of Jon Snow's identity as an illegitimate child, and then think of his surname.

It seems to make some sense.

thought here.

Morgan couldn't help laughing.

He knew that the true identity of that Jon Snow 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 also good.

Big bed, bedside tables, big windows, dining table, glass mirrors. Even rocking chairs, the room in front of me was much better than the two taverns Morgan had ever lived in when he came to this world.

Close the door.

Morgan strode to the window, reaching out and opening the large window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window and the busy servants in the distance below.

Morgan let out a long sigh, squinting slightly and looking into the distance.

"Finally entered Winterfell."

"Next, is the real beginning of my own in Westeros."

in the next few days.

Morgan only needs to instruct Brandon Stark and Rickon Stark, the two sons of Dukes, at the training ground during the day and morning.

In fact, it is mainly to teach Brandon Stark.

Because Rickon Stark is too young to play too much.

Except for teaching Bran the art of bowing and swordsmanship in the morning and performing his duties as a swordsman, Morgan is very leisurely at other times.

This also allowed him to quickly understand the speed of the entire Winterfell.

Three days passed in a flash.

Fourth morning.

On the watchtower of the thick and tall inner city wall of Winterfell, a huge luxury convoy was finally seen in the distance.

The king is finally here.