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The sky was just getting brighter.

Soft big bed.

Morgan woke up on time from his sleep.

The moment you open your eyes.

Morgan was a little surprised when he woke up from a deep sleep.

But only for a moment.

He woke up.

Realize that he is no longer in Middle-earth.

Instead, it came to the new continent of Westeros.

Three days ago, he stood out from the crowd of mercenaries and became the temporary swordsman of the Stark family.

Today is the fourth day he has joined Winterfell.

Roll over and get up.

A slender, muscular upper body.

Morgan put on a pair of shorts and got out of bed and went to the window.

Open large windows.

"call"

The icy air rushing towards him instantly made Morgan extremely sober.

Take a deep breath.

Feeling the awakening of his body, Morgan looked up into the distance.

On the roofs, there are still white snow that fell from the previous two days.

Between the garden square and the major buildings.

A large number of attendants and servants can still be seen busy.

The news that His Majesty the King came from King's Landing reached Winterfell more than half a month ago.

Winterfell also began at that time.

Various cleanings have been carried out in order to welcome the arrival of the king in the best possible way.

Until now, His Majesty's motorcade has still disappeared.

But the clean-up in Winterfell did not relax at all.

In short, the cleanup of Winterfell won't stop until the king arrives.

Stand in front of the window.

Morgan moved around naked, then returned to the house and began to wash.

Washed up.

Standing in front of the glass mirror, trim your beard and tie the black ponytail higher and back.

Morgan did not put on the cold mail as before, but picked up a beige soft leather armor and put it on.

Inside Winterfell is no better than outside.

Appropriate changes Morgan would not refuse.

Although for him, there is no difference between the weight of an extra piece of mail and the weight of a piece of leather.

But wearing soft leather armor is much more comfortable than icy mail.

The lower body is a tight black suit, the upper body is leather armor, and then a black luxurious fleece coat is put on, and a high elf sword is hung on the waist.

Morgan, who was dressed, opened the door and walked out.

First, go to the kitchen of Winterfell and eat a fairly hearty breakfast.

Morgan then walked to the training ground.

His current task as a swordsman is to teach the two youngest sons of Duke Eddard Stark in swordsmanship and bowing.

However, the youngest Rickon Stark was too young, so he made up the numbers.

What he really needed to teach was Brandon Stark.

"Good morning, Morgan."

Just as he approached the training ground, Jon Snow, who was wearing a tight-fitting outfit and was training with swordsmanship and slashing, greeted him from a distance.

"Morning, Jon."

Walking into the training ground, Morgan greeted Jon Snow with a smile.

these days.

Because Jon Snow is determined to befriend the mighty Morgan.

Morgan is also willing to communicate with this "illegitimate son" with a good personality.

Therefore, the relationship between the two is much more familiar than others.

After another, I said hello to a few soldiers leaders who were still acquainted and were training at the training ground.

Morgan looked left and right, but did not see the two Stark students who had arrived at the training ground early in the past few days.

"Are you looking for Bran and Rickon?"

Looking at Morgan looking left and right, Jon Snow stopped his training, picked up a towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and asked.

"Well, the two of them arrived early at this point before."

Morgan looked back and nodded.

"I heard that Rickon had a stomach upset yesterday, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come today."

Jon Snow continued.

"Well, then that kid will definitely not come today"

Hearing Jon Snow's words, Morgan smiled.

After a few days of contact, he already understood the characters of the two little Starks.

Rickon Stark has an active personality, some rebellious, some wild.

And although Brandon Stark looks handsome and quiet, he is actually not. He has a hidden spirit of adventure, and his favorite thing is to climb the walls of Winterfell.

There is also Arya Stark, the child of Duke Stark whom Morgan has met, who is called "Second Ya" in memory.

The character is more lively and lively.

If it weren't for the fact that she was a girl, Arya Stark would have been trained under Morgan at this time.

Several Stark children have unsettled thoughts hidden in their characters, which may be related to the genes of Duke Eddard Stark.

"Bran is here."

Jon Snow put down the towel in his hand and looked into the distance and suddenly opened his mouth.

Morgan turned his head and saw a small figure in a tight brown suit running toward him from a distance.

It was Brandon Stark.

After half an hour.

"Stand up straight."

"Relax your arms, how many times have you said it?"

"Look at the arrow, then at the target."

"To be a line"

"Aim for a while, so that you can calm down"

"Relax."

"Breathe, breathe and relax"

"That's it."

In the training ground, in the bow and arrow practice area, Morgan stood beside Brandon Stark, who was holding a bow and arrow, and instructed in a calm tone.

Seeing that Bran next to him was quiet, he continued, "Yes, that's it."

"OK"

Morgan's voice fell.

"whoosh"

The arrow immediately shot out from Brandon Stark's longbow.

"boom"

A muffled sound.

The arrow hit the target dozens of meters away.

Brandon Stark immediately showed a bright smile on his face.

There was also a smile on Morgan's face.

To be honest, Brandon Stark's talent in swordsmanship and archery is not that great, even not as good as his younger brother Rickon Stark.

But he is willing to learn and can endure hardship.

That's why Morgan has the patience to teach him, and sees him as a half-student.

"Yes, I finally see progress."

"And great progress"

Jon Snow, who was watching from the side, stepped forward and smiled at his brother Bran.

Some other soldiers who were training around also gathered around.

Brandon Stark's freckled and delicate face immediately flushed, and he said a little embarrassedly, "It was taught by Mr. Morgan."

"No matter how good I teach, it's useless if you don't work hard."

"Bran, good progress"

Morgan laughed.

From a few days ago, at least one of the three arrows would miss the target until now.

Brandon Stark has really improved a lot.

Worthy of Morgan's compliment.

at this time.

"Come, His Majesty is coming."

An excited voice came from the watchtower above the city wall not far away.

Morgan and everyone in the training ground immediately looked sideways in the direction of the watchtower.

I saw that several soldiers were coming down from the city wall where the watchtower was, and were struggling to run towards the main castle where Duke Stark lived.

"His Majesty the King is coming, it seems that there is no need for training."

Jon Snow looked at the figures of the running soldiers in the distance, turned to Morgan and his brother Bran and smiled.

"It's going to be fun next time."

"Bran, this is the end of today's training."

"Go back, take a shower and change your clothes, and see His Majesty the King sweating all over."

Morgan looked at student Bran and said.

Brandon Stark nodded. Although he really wanted to climb over the city wall to see the rumored figure of His Majesty the King, it was too late at this time.

After saying hello, Brandon Stark quickly ran to the main castle.

Morgan looked at Jon Snow and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"In time"

Jon Snow shook his head: "I only saw His Majesty the King's motorcade on the watchtower, and it is still some distance away from Winterfell."

"There's still time."

"Morgan, let's try again!"

Jon Snow looked at Morgan and said.

Morgan smiled immediately: "Why, not convinced?"

"Do you want to try again?"

two days ago.

Morgan after training brothers Brandon and Rickon.

Jon Snow suddenly proposed that he wanted to test his swordsmanship with Morgan.

Then, totally predictable.

Morgan easily beat him in front of the crowd.

"Do not"

"Nothing to be offended by."

Hearing Morgan's words, Jon Snow shook his head and continued: "But I feel that I have improved recently, let's try again."

"Well."

Morgan nodded, since the other party was looking for abuse, he was naturally happy, raised his hand and pulled out the elf long sword around his waist.

five minutes later.

Jon Snow flew backwards again and fell firmly on the training ground.

Morgan stepped forward with a smile, ready to pull each other.

Several soldiers strode towards the training ground and went straight to Morgan and Jon Snow and said, "Lord Morgan, Lord Jon."

"Mrs. Caitlin has prepared you."

"His Majesty the King will come soon"

afternoon.

The sky turned gloomy.

A heavy cloud of lead enveloped the sky.

The cold wind howled.

Looking at the sky, it seems that the snowstorm that stopped yesterday is showing signs of continuing.

Inside Winterfell.

The outer city wall, the inner city wall gate wide open.

A large number of servants, servants and soldiers were busy with each other.

His Majesty's convoy is coming soon.

For this reason, Winterfell, which has been busy for more than half a month, naturally has to do everything to welcome the king when he arrives.

Time passed slowly.

In the entire Winterfell City, whether it was the people in the inner castle or all the people in the winter shelter town within the outer city wall, they all stood on both sides of the avenue under the orders of the Stark family.

The soldiers in Winterfell City greeted both sides of King's Avenue outside Winterfell City, neatly waiting for the arrival of the King.

inner castle.

In front of the vast square of the huge and majestic main castle.

"Guardian of the North" and "Duke of Winterfell" Eddard Stark is taking his wife Catelyn Tully, and their eldest son Robb Stark, Brandon, Rickon Stark, and others There are two biological daughters, Arya Stark, and Sansa Stark is standing at the forefront of the huge team.

Standing in the second row behind all the Stark members are the adopted son Theon Greyjoy, the "illegitimate son" Jon Snow, and the great scholar Luwin of Winterfell, who trained Luo. Bai, Jon, and Theon's old coach Roderick Cassel, who was recovering from an injury, also appeared here.

Finally, there is the new swordsman Morgan, who are all standing in the second row.

In the back, there are other leaders of the guards and soldiers, and other retainers of the Stark family, as well as a large number of servants.

A large area of ​​Wuyangyang stood on the large square in front of the Castle in Winterfell.

Quietly awaiting the arrival of the king.

Outside Winterfell, on the broad Wilderness King's Road.

A huge team is slowly driving on the muddy road.

The heavy snow that brought the winter a few days ago turned the entire northern region into a world of ice and snow.

What followed was that the King's Road became a Sludge Road.

This is also the reason why the entire huge king's procession is several days slower than the plan imagined.

It's finally here.

As the huge team that could not see the end approached Winterfell.

The soldiers who first appeared in the eyes of the soldiers waiting on the avenues on both sides of the city were armed with a yellow base and a mighty cavalry team with a crowned stag flag in the shape of a black deer with its feet raised and its head raised on it.

After the first team.

Then there is the golden lion banner cavalry team with a red background and a roaring lion printed on it.

Two teams with flags passed.

In the Pang Ran team, important figures from King's Landing finally began to appear.

Finally, when a huge and exquisite luxury carriage pulled by several horses slowly drove into Winterfell.

The gates outside Winterfell were closed again.

Outer city, inner fort.

When the huge convoy from King's Landing entered the inner city, it went straight to the front of the main castle.

All the servants and servants standing on both sides of the road all pay attention.

At this time, in the wide square.

A group of Stark family members and retainers, led by Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, are waiting.

Finally, the huge carriage stopped in the square, and a group of cavalry guards who followed quickly dispersed and escorted the surrounding.

When a middle-aged fat man wearing a luxurious burgundy fluff cloak and riding a tall horse walked steadily towards the Stark family.

Eddard Stark saw the approaching figure, and took the lead in lowering his head, bowing, squatting, and kneeling on one knee.

The Duke of Winterfell knelt, and behind him, everyone around him knelt down.

However, Morgan was not going to kneel.

He didn't even kneel before the High God Iluvatar in Middle-earth.

Westeros underfoot.

Naturally, it is even more impossible to kneel to a mere mortal king.

Not even on one knee.

At this moment, Morgan bowed and squatted down, pulling on the wide black robe on his body to block everything in front of him.

Then, in the black robe, he made a posture of kneeling on one knee, in fact, his feet did not land.

The middle-aged fat man, wearing leather armor on the inside, a luxurious burgundy robe and cloak on the outside, and a long sword hanging from his waist, stepped on the footbox brought by the attendant and dismounted.

Holding the long sword around his waist in one hand, the middle-aged fat man with a big belly strode to Eddard Stark, who was kneeling on one knee, and raised his hand at will.

Eddard Stark slowly stood up.

When he got up, all the people in the square who had just kneeled immediately stood up.

Morgan got up, and it was only at this moment that he could see the king of the Seven Kingdoms sitting in King's Landing.

Tall and bloated, with long black and gray hair in a mess, piercing eyes, rosy and lustrous complexion, and a slightly fat face showing traces of his former handsomeness.

Based on his appearance alone, this is a person who knows at a glance that the other person has a good personality.

In front of the team, King Robert Baratheon and his old friend Eddard Stark hugged, then let go and laughed: "Haha."

"Ed, you're fat."