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evening.

The cold wind whistled.

Since leaving the north, the weather has improved day by day.

Despite the coldest winter of the year.

But there are always warm sunshine and sunny days.

This is rarely seen in the winter north, where it is often snowy.

Morgan dismounted and was about to find a suitable place to rest for the evening around the huge motorcade that had stopped.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise coming from the front.

"Look there, that's King's Landing"

"Is it finally coming?"

"Are we finally going to King's Landing?"

"Of course, there is at most one day's journey tomorrow, and we'll be there."

"Finally, I haven't had a good night's sleep along the way."

"Same."

"This is the first time I have been to the south. I heard that there are many brothels in the city of King's Landing, and the women are also very beautiful."

"I haven't played Southern Women yet."

"Hey, I'm the same, I must find a way to try it when I'm in the city."

"Shh, be quiet, why are you so loud about this kind of thing?"

"Miss Sansa Stark and Miss Arya Stark are still behind, it's not good for them to hear."

"I just saw Lord Morgan not far away"

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Morgan won't care about us, and Captain Kelson will talk about us."

"It would be great if Your Excellency Morgan was our captain. I heard that we will be staying in King's Landing for at least several years this time."

"Don't think about it, with Lord Morgan's powerful strength, of course, he will follow the Duke and the two Miss Starks to ensure their safety."

"Speaking of which, Lord Morgan really deserves to be a sharpshooter, a ferocious winter bear of that size can shoot an arrow to death."

"I heard that at that hunting meeting, His Majesty the King also killed a giant bear, but it was much smaller than the one that Lord Morgan killed. I don't know if it is true."

"I heard that too"

"Hey, if you want to know this is very simple, just ask the captain. He also participated in the hunting competition at the time."

"Forget it, I don't want to be punished for talking privately about His Majesty the King"

"Do you all only know that Lord Morgan is a sharpshooter, but I heard that his swordsmanship is stronger."

"I heard, I know that Morgan Lord easily defeated several challenged captains in the outer city and inner city."

"Then no one dared to challenge Lord Morgan again."

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The few Winterfell soldiers who gathered in the front to relax were discussing something.

The cold wind carried all their voices into Morgan's ears.

Morgan didn't bother to disturb them either. These warriors were on alert for most of the day, and only at this time would they have a short free time to relax.

This time, the place where the huge convoy chose to take a temporary rest and spend the night was a wilderness.

The best location around, the wilderness under a few sparse trees, has been occupied by the king's tent.

Morgan raised a small bonfire under a lone tree not far from the cars near Sansa Stark and Arya Stark.

After getting his share from the carriage responsible for the dry food in the back.

Morgan sat down in front of the campfire and put on the sausage with a barbecue fork just as it smelled good.

At this time, one tall and one short, two figures suddenly appeared in front of Morgan's fire.

Brightly lit in the king's tent.

The floor is covered with delicate and expensive soft blankets.

Thick candlesticks, bonfires, long tables, and all kinds of colorful fruits on the long table.

Next to the long table, Duke Eddard Stark, who was wearing a luxurious black robe, put away the small letter in his hand, threw it on the long table in front of him, and said, "So, Daenerys Targaryen is married to a long time. Slark's Horse King Drogo Khal"

"Are we going to give wedding gifts?"

"It's too far from us."

Eddard Stark spoke indifferently, but King Robert Baratheon did not. He immediately replied, "Then let our warriors give them the sharpest daggers, and they will end up."

I know that the old friend of the king has always hated the Targaryens, but I didn't expect that the old friend could hate it to such an extent.

Eddard Stark had no choice but to say, "She's just a child and can't do anything."

"Do not"

King Robert Baratheon shook his head and continued: "She can spread her legs very quickly, and then give birth to evil, Eddard!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about that."

Eddard Stark shook his head.

For Eddard Stark, who keeps the old traditions, keeps his oath and obeys the glory.

A king of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and a grand duke of Winterfell in the North, these two big men actually got together to talk about killing a small girl like this, it really made him a little unacceptable, even if the girl The Targaryens.

"What's wrong Ed?"

Seeing the change in the expression of his old friend in front of him, Robert Baratheon immediately knew what Eddard was thinking, and immediately said bitterly, "Do you think this is despicable? Cruel?"

"No, what her father did to your brother, to your father, is cruel!"

"And her brother, what Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister, the woman I love most, is cruel!"

"I swear, I will kill all the Targaryens with my own hands."

"It's all!"

Robert Baratheon gritted his teeth in hatred.

When it comes to hating the Targaryens, no one is deeper than Robert.

Looking at the king and old friend who had such a strong hatred in front of him.

Eddard Stark sighed in his heart.

The more you know about some secrets, the more tormenting you become.

But for the safety of his nephew Jon Snow, he could only continue to hide it.

"But this one, you can't kill it"

Eddard Stark looked at his old friend and said solemnly, "You can't kill it, can you?"

"I know you're talking about Khal Drogo. I heard he has a hundred thousand people under his command."

"No matter how many people he has, even if he has more than a million Slarks, they are in the grasslands, they can't come over, they don't even have a boat!"

"Even if they can come, we can drive them back!"

"Robert, what are you worried about?"

Eddard Stark looked at his old friend and asked back.

Long time no see.

He felt something strange about Robert.

"Ed, I have a premonition that a war is coming."

"I don't know when it will come or who the enemy is, but I have this feeling."

"There is a war waiting for us"

After being questioned by an old friend, Robert Baratheon said again after being silent.

"Then let him come!"

"Let's beat it together again!"

"Forget it"

Aware that his old friend seemed a little uneasy, Eddard Stark suddenly said proudly, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Haha, I thought too much, you're right, Ed!"

"Come"

"cheers."

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Before anyone arrived, the voice came first.

Morgan looked up, and saw Sansa Stark in a light blue long dress who looked like a quiet lady and Arya Stark in a simple braid and short jacket and trousers similar to tight outfits. in front of you.

Among them, Arya Stark was staring at the fragrant sausage baked in Morgan's hands and swallowed.

Sansa Stark stood aside, looking at her sister's appearance, listening to her swallowing voice, only felt that it was too rude and shameful.

She regretted very much that she had just been urged by her sister to come with her.

“Want to eat and bake it yourself”

Looking at Arya Stark, she smiled and pointed to the food and fork on the small table.

These days, he has long seen the character of this little girl Arya.

Arya was not polite to Morgan, and immediately ran to the small table, picked up the grilling fork, and started making sausages by herself.

Sister Sansa Stark was angry with her sister Arya's rudeness.

But she already knew her sister's character.

Not so much.

In addition, in the past few months, I have become familiar with Morgan, the handsome family swordsman who is guarding him.

Only then did Arya get off the carriage and come to Morgan to walk around.

"Your Excellency Morgan."

Sansa Stark nodded slightly towards Morgan.

Morgan smiled and said, "Don't be so restrained, let Arya bake it for you if you want to eat it."

"It's time for you to come out and go. People who sit in the carriage for so long will be depressed."

Morgan said, reaching out and beckoning to the guard not far away.

Soon, a guard trotted over.

"Get a stool for Miss Sansa."

The guard glanced at the two Miss Stark and asked, "Just one?"

Morgan turned his head and was about to speak, when he saw that Arya was already sitting on the wild grass.

He immediately said, "Just one."

After Morgan finished his instructions, the guard quickly left.

He could sit on the wild grass mixed with yellow and green, but not a great noble lady like Sansa Stark who was about to marry Prince Joffrey Baratheon.

As for Arya, the second daughter of the great noble Stark family, there is an exception.

"Yes, I said that too, but she always likes to be in the car"

Arya answered while grilling sausages in a neat manner.

Sansa didn't argue with her sister either, just sat quietly on the small stool and baked the fire.

It didn't take long.

When Morgan finished his second skewer of grilled sausages.

Two footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

Morgan looked up and saw Joffrey Baratheon in a burgundy hardcover walking over.

Behind him, Sandor Clegane, a terrifying and ugly "hound" with a ferocious and ugly face, followed.

“A night like this, having a BBQ for dinner is a great choice”

Joffrey Baratheon looked at the three people under the tree and said.

Morgan looked up at Joffrey and said casually, "If your Royal Highness doesn't mind the simplicity of the food, that's fine."

Morgan said and made an inviting gesture to Joffrey Baratheon.

Although I don't want to deal with this irritable, cranky bear boy.

But this time he was ordered by Eddard Stark to take care of Sansa and Arya, as Sansa Stark's fiancé.

Morgan simply couldn't avoid contact with the bear boy.

But even contact.

It only stopped at the most superficial level.

Perhaps it was because of seeing the terrifying giant bear killed by Morgan with one arrow at the Hunting Conference at Winterfell.

Or perhaps he has heard of Morgan's powerful name.

Joffrey Baratheon was pretty normal in front of Morgan.

"Then I'm welcome, Your Excellency Morgan."

Joffrey said, but his eyes kept on Sansa Stark, and then he ordered Sandor Clegane, the hound behind him, to find a stool and sit beside Sansa Stark.

Joffrey Baratheon sat in front of the bonfire, but Sandor Clegane, the hound who was the guard, couldn't sit beside Morgan and grill as usual.

Morgan glanced at the hound standing behind Joffrey, raised his hand and threw the freshly grilled sausage in his hand with the grilling fork.

When he threw it, Joffrey, who was talking to Sansa, turned his head and was shocked when he saw the flying fork. When he was about to reach out to resist, he saw the sausage flying over his head.

The hound Sandor Clegane didn't notice Joffrey's strangeness, took the fork unceremoniously, and nibbled at the grilled sausage.

Joffrey was only a little scared by Morgan Gang's hand.

In front of his fiancee and his fiancee's sister, his behavior just now was a bit humiliating.

Joffrey was angry in his heart, and the nameless fire ignited instantly.

He suddenly raised his head and glanced at Morgan, the sharpshooter in front of him.

I saw that the other party's extremely cold eyes were looking over.

Joffrey was startled, and when he saw this in the eyes of the other party, he seemed to feel a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and immediately extinguished the anger that had just burned.

Don't dare to look Morgan in the eyes again.

Joffrey had to turn his head and glared at Sandor Clegane, the hound who was still eating grilled sausages.

It was only then that Sandor Clegane realized that there was a situation.

Just at this moment, considering Morgan's force value in front of him, Joffrey Baratheon suddenly stood up and was about to turn around and leave.

But he still remembered that his fiancee was still on the side, and then he looked at Sansa Stark beside him and said, "I'll go first."

Ignoring Morgan and Arya Stark, he turned and left.

Sandor Clegane the Hound stuffed the last bite of the sausage into his mouth, returned the fork to Morgan and immediately followed.

"Is he angry?"

Arya Stark looked at the back of Joffrey Baratheon hurriedly leaving and asked.

"Perhaps so."

Morgan said casually, raised his hand and put the bacon on the bonfire to roast.

"Then why is he angry?"

Arya continued to ask.

But this time, without waiting for Arya to answer, Sansa Stark suddenly stood up: "I'll go back first."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull his sister beside him.

I saw Arya unceremoniously shook off her sister's hand, and immediately said, "I haven't eaten enough yet."

"If you want to go back, go back by yourself!"

Sansa Stark looked a little ugly. After nodding to Morgan, she turned and walked quickly away from the bonfire.

Morgan looked at the back of Sansa Stark leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"damn it!"

"Damn it damn it!!!"

Joffrey Baratheon hurriedly left the bonfire range behind him, looking angry, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "I'm going to kill Morgan!"

"I want him to kneel down and beg me for mercy like a dog!"

Joffrey's expression was twisted and ferocious, and he growled at Sandor Clegane, the hound chasing behind him.

Endure the calm for a while, and take a step back, the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

This is the state of Joffrey's incomparable fury at this time.

"That might be difficult."

Sandor the Hound shook his head, and Joffrey Baratheon shook his head as he saw the manic rage in front of him.

"why?"

Joffrey asked immediately, staring at him.

"You've seen the giant bear that was hunted by Morgan, and you know that he is extremely powerful."

"Also, I heard that his swordsmanship is more powerful."

"He left a deep impression on His Majesty the King, and the Duke of Eddard at Winterfell has great confidence in him."

"He's not like the little characters he used to be"

"It is very difficult for us to deal with such a powerful opponent"

Sandor the Hound analyzed calmly.

Joffrey's face became more and more ugly, and he was very angry, but not a fool.

"Did you just let me do that?"

Joffrey asked Sandor the Hound.

Sandor the Hound immediately said, "Your Highness, I ask you something."

Joffrey: "Don't talk nonsense, just talk!"

Sandor the Hound: "Are you afraid of Morgan?"

Joffrey gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I'm not afraid!"

Sandor the Hound: "Then I have a solution."

Joffrey said urgently, "What can I do?"

Sandor the Hound: "The Tournament."