Start with the Lord of the Rings

"I need you, Ed!"

In the inner castle of Winterfell, the candlelit catacombs.

Wearing a burgundy cape and a black fluffy scarf, the tall and bloated King Robert Baratheon suddenly stopped and looked at his old friend next to him and said solemnly.

"Jon Arryn is dead, I need someone to help me."

"You're overkill to stay here, come to King's Landing, Ed"

"Come to King's Landing to help me!"

Robert Baratheon looked at his old friend and said solemnly.

Hear the king's words.

Eddard Stark was silent.

Although he has already guessed the real purpose of the king's not-too-distant journey for more than two months to come to Winter City.

But when an old friend said something to ask for help.

He still felt conflicted and confused.

Of course he didn't want to go anywhere.

However, living in this world, many things do not come from your temperament.

Even if he is the guardian of the north, what about the Duke of Winterfell.

The former Prime Minister Jon Arryn is dead.

King's Landing must be undercurrent at this time.

He had long promised the king that he would marry his eldest daughter Sansa to Prince Joffrey Baratheon.

Now Sansa is almost of marriageable age.

However, if you follow the king south to King's Landing, what will happen to the north?

Looking at Ed, who had a complicated complexion and hesitated to speak.

Robert Baratheon spoke again: "Lord Eddard Stark, I will appoint you as the "Prime Minister"."

The voice fell.

Eddard Stark had to kneel on one knee again, shaking his head and saying, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid."

"Rejection is invalid!"

Before Eddard Stark could finish speaking, Robert Baratheon immediately interrupted: "I don't think about you."

"Damn, don't kneel, get up, Ed"

"I want you to run the country, and I want to eat, drink, and prostitute myself."

"You helped conquer the country and won the Iron Throne!"

"Naturally, it should also be guarded by help me."

"That's it Ed, my son and your daughter are all grown up, it's time to get married."

"We are all about to be in-laws"

Kingdom Robert Baratheon said and strode into the depths of the tomb again.

Eddard Stark sighed in his heart.

Immediately followed.

Evening in the winter town.

The sky was overcast.

The north wind is cold.

Flakes of snow fell from the sky.

When Morgan and Jon Snow walked out of the Warm Winter Tavern.

Only to find that the sky is snowing again.

Drink all afternoon.

Morgan's alcohol intake increased as his strength increased. At this time, he had long since bottomed out, and drinking like this would have nothing to do with it.

But Jon Snow's drinking capacity is much worse.

Plus the heart is depressed and irritable.

At this time, his face was flushed, and although he was not drunk, it was almost the same.

At this time, a brothel not far from the tavern, and the only brothel in Bidong Town, suddenly heard a loud noise.

The two of them turned their heads to look, and saw that several prostitutes with thin and naked clothes were pulling a short dwarf and laughing.

"Hey, that is."

Jon Snow said with some doubts.

"It should be "Tyrion Lannister"."

"The Queen's Brother"

Looking at the little figure who was wanton laughing with the prostitutes.

Morgan recognized that it was the little dwarf figure he saw in the King's Landing procession in the morning.

"That should be it."

"Winterfell has never seen any other small man of this height who likes to go to brothels."

Jon Snow nodded.

Known as the "little devil", the queen's dwarf younger brother is notoriously lecherous.

"Let's go."

Morgan calmly retracted his eyes from the little devil and the prostitutes and said.

Although he had needs, he never thought of going to a place like a brothel. It was too dirty.

Facing the falling snow.

Morgan and Jon Snow walked straight towards the inner castle gate.

Morgan was impressed by the intelligent little devil.

He must have planned to meet the little devil.

But the situation just now was clearly not the right occasion.

Anyway, the king's team didn't return to King's Landing so soon, and there were still more opportunities to meet the little devil.

Go back to the inner castle.

Morgan was soon separated from Jon Snow.

He drank too much to go back to sleep.

Morgan was going to go back to take a shower, change his clothes and go to the dinner.

After all, it is impolite to attend a banquet covered in sweat and alcohol, and it is also disrespect to the host of the banquet.

Back to the residence.

After a bath.

Clean and fresh, with a ponytail and a delicate burgundy tight fit, Morgan went out.

This time, because it was going to a banquet.

Rarely did he go out without a sword, but instead put the elf sword into the dimensional ring.

Anyway, as long as it is something that he thinks is important, he always carries it with him instead of putting it in his residence.

Even now living in the safety of Winterfell.

When leaving the residence.

It was already dark.

The icy snowflakes fell quietly in the sky.

Morgan came all the way to the hall building of Winterfell, which was specially used to entertain guests and hold banquets.

It was found that the hall was already brightly lit.

The cheerful accompaniment of musical instruments and strings accompanies the lively and noisy sounds from the hall to the outside.

The banquet had apparently begun.

Morgan stepped into the half-open hall door, and saw that the originally spacious hall was already crowded.

A large number of men and women sat around a table full of all kinds of sumptuous food talking loudly, drinking, laughing, and arguing.

Morgan walked into the hall and looked up at the long table in the center of the hall. King Robert Baratheon, surrounded by the stars and the moon, was hugging a beautiful woman and feeding wine mouth to mouth.

The people around were booing and clamoring.

Watching the hot-eyed operation of the king in the center of the hall.

Morgan couldn't help looking deep into the hall.

Then, he saw the master's position specially arranged in the depths of the hall.

Sitting is Catelyn Tully, Duchess of Winterfell, and Queen Cersei Lannister.

The two noble ladies seemed to be chatting.

It's just that Caitlin Tully kept talking, and Cersei Lannister, who was beside him, kept responding, but his eyes kept on looking at the king in the center of the hall, who was holding a woman's mouth to mouth happily. Robert Baratheon.

The queen's mind was obviously a little distracted.

But Morgan was totally understandable.

No matter which woman it is, on such occasions, the husband will feel embarrassed and angry when he holds the woman in front of him and plays wildly without any scruples.

Especially these two are king and queen.

Morgan could easily see the embarrassment, and surely Duchess Catelyn Tully, who was sitting beside Queen Cersei Lannister, could also notice it.

It may also be because of this that she kept talking to the queen, trying to distract the queen as much as possible, so as not to be too embarrassed.

"This king has a real temperament"

Looking away from the very happy king in the center of the hall, Morgan smiled.

Immediately observe carefully.

Soon, seeing a familiar figure, Morgan strode aside.

at this time.

Just after Morgan stepped into the crowd.

Queen Cersei Lannister, who was sitting on a luxurious bench deep in the hall, was looking in the direction where Morgan had just been.

Morgan squeezed into the crowd, and it didn't take long before he arrived at a long table full of seats.

"Ha ha."

"Morgan, you can count."

"Come on, let's compete again tonight, I lost to you last time, but not this time."

"Forget it, Rhodes, as long as you drink enough, don't say you want to win against Morgan, you can't even win against us."

"Ha ha."

"That's right."

"Fart, come, let's compete tonight."

"What to try? Swordsmanship or alcohol?"

"Bullshit, of course it's better than drinking"

"Then don't worry, it's still early tonight. I'll have a few drinks with Morgan first."

"Come on, you let it go, it's too crowded."

"Morgan sits here"

"."

The tall man who greeted Morgan was a small leader of the Winterfell Army.

Everyone on this seat is also the various leaders of the Winterfell army.

The fight Morgan joined Winterfell a few days ago was amazing.

So much so that when Morgan was teaching the two youngest children of the Stark family, many young leaders in Winterfell came to watch the challenge.

Then, anyone who speaks out to challenge the competition.

All were easily abused by Morgan.

This is also the reason why Morgan is highly respected even though he joined Winterfell for a short time and has very little qualifications.

"Come on, Morgan, have a drink and a toast."

"boom"

"Come on, Morgan, I'll have a drink with you too."

"cheers."

"."

"boom"

After drinking several glasses of wine, Morgan put down the glass with a calm expression and wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth.

Only then did time start to observe.

Westeros is a hierarchical world.

Every reception held in Winterfell has strict hierarchy rules.

This is especially true for banquets that entertain kings and queens.

At this time, the host's Duchess Catelyn Tully and the Queen sat in the most honorable seats.

Then, on a long, long table in front of them sat the children of the Stark family.

There are also a number of important figures from King's Landing, such as Prince Joffrey Baratheon, Kingsguard and Queen's brother Jaime Lannister, and several important members of the King's Landing royal family.

The long table ahead.

It is the position of a group of retainers and important leaders in Winterfell City, that is, the middle-level power of Winterfell City.

Morgan and the surrounding leaders were among them.

There are also some knights from King's Landing, warrior leaders or something.

For example, the tall and ferocious "Hound" was sitting on a long table not too far from Morgan.

Continue to the long table further forward, and the status is further down.

Of course, just because the table is ranked like this does not mean that everyone will follow the rules.

Especially at a party.

For example, at this time, the highest-ranking existence in the entire Winterfell, King Robert Baratheon was sitting in the center of the back of the hall, holding a beautiful middle-aged woman drinking and having fun.

The status of the people around him in Winterfell is not high.

Morgan was sitting at the wine table, and his eyes continued to wander throughout the banquet hall while coping with the toasts from the people around him.

It didn't take long.

He saw Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, standing in a corner of the hall.

Beside the Duke, a tall man in a black robe who looked a bit like Duke Eddard Stark was constantly talking.

"That's Bunyan Stark."

"The Duke's Brother"

"I heard that he is the chief ranger of the "Night Watch Legion"."

"It's a big man."

At this time, the warrior leader Thomson on the side followed Morgan's gaze and watched the two people in the corner of the hall introduce Morgan.

Thomson is the captain of the gate guards at Winterfell's inner castle.

The importance of this position is beyond doubt.

He and Morgan didn't know each other.

The two got to know each other after being beaten up while challenging Morgan a few days ago.

Thomson's status is not low, his strength is also good, and his personality is a little proud, and he looks down on people who are weaker than him.

But he admired Morgan who beat him up.

"No wonder, it looks a bit similar to the Duke."

Morgan nodded.

"Of course, they are brothers."

Thomson laughed, then raised his glass: "Come on, Morgan, cheers"

"cheers."

The banquet in the hall was lively and jubilant.

On the training ground a little further from the hall.

It was quiet at this time.

Under dim lighting.

A figure is holding a long sword and slashing hard at the wooden grass man used for swordsmanship training.

At this time, the only illegitimate son Jon Snow appeared on the training ground alone.

Although he told Morgan to drink too much to go to bed.

But even some small leaders in Winterfell can go to the king's banquet, but as the son of the Duke of Winterfell, he can only blow the cold wind here.

How can this make him not feel angry, helpless, unwilling.

At this time.

Suddenly a figure appeared on the training ground.

In a quiet environment, even a little movement can be magnified several times.

Jon Snow, who was chopping, immediately turned his head and saw a small figure walking towards him with a small iron wine bottle in one hand while drinking.

It was the dwarf he had seen with Morgan in the early evening in front of the Wintertown brothel.

Jon Snow: "Why are you here?"

Tyrion Lannister: "Why can't I be here?"

Jon Snow: "You know what I mean."

Tyrion Lannister: "I just thought the banquet was a little boring"

Jon Snow: "You are the Queen's younger brother, Tyrion Lannister, right?"

Tyrion Lannister: "Oh, that's my highest achievement."

Tyrion Lannister: "You should be Eddard Stark's illegitimate child, right?"

"."

Tyrion Lannister: "Listen to me."

"Never forget who you are."

"Because the world won't forget."

"Armed yourself with it, and no one can hurt you with it."

Jon Snow: "You speak a bit like a friend of mine, maybe I should introduce him to you."

Tyrion Lannister: "Who is that?"

"Who is that?"

In the banquet hall, Queen Cersei Lannister looked at the wine table a little further away, the tall man with ponytails, a burgundy suit that fit perfectly, handsome with a hint of wildness, and asked the man beside him. Duchess Caitlin Tully.

"That one."

Hearing the Queen's words, Catelyn Tully glanced at the Queen beside her, and then said, "His name is Morgan, the swordsman we just hired."

"Swordsman?"

Looking at the handsome man whose temperament became more and more different, Cersei Lannister was a little surprised.

"Yes, Morgan is a very good swordsman."

Caitlin Tully looked at the man a little further away, and said slowly, "Also, he is also a marksman."

"Oh"

Cersei Lannister nodded, her eyes continued to stay on the man named Morgan, and she said casually, "Then he's really good."

At this time.

Aware of being watched.

Morgan turned to see the top duchess and queen looking at him.

He got up immediately, nodded slightly and saluted, raised his glass to the two of them.

Cersei Lannister, who saw Morgan's action, laughed immediately, and raised the glass in front of her for the second time tonight.

The Duchess on the side also smiled and picked up the wine glass.

The three of them clink glasses in the air.

Morgan drank it.

Ps: It's not easy, the lost manuscript is finally found o(╥﹏╥)o