The dim fire light flashed in the night rain, almost approaching the verge of extinguishing. A middle-aged man in a shabby single dress walked out of the side door cursingly and filled some firewood into several stoves in the manor.

Several wooden sticks cross together to support the conical iron basin built on it. This is the brazier used to light and guard at night. The more rainy it is, the more you need to be careful, be careful about the robbers and robbers roaming in the forest, and be careful about the same hungry beasts, but there is less possibility of fire on night rainy days.

The heavy rain almost made people unable to open their eyes. Several braziers outside the manor had already been extinguished. Under the slightly obstructed tower gate, the only two braziers of fire were also shaking in the night rain.

The middle-aged man was responsible for the night watch, and he didn't know who lived in this manor, but the nobles were always nobles. Even the youngest nobles were different from the poor. When the poor were still struggling on the brink of death, the nobles could still enjoy the so-called superior life leisurely.

He looked back at the small second-story stone fort in the manor with some envy, trying hard to add firewood. He no longer cared about the brazier outside. As long as he maintained these two, his mission would be completed.

The dim fire was jumping alone under the night, and the howling rain seemed to erase the shadow of the brazier from the wall. After filling the firewood, the middle-aged man looked around and returned to his dilapidated wooden house.

But soon, he seemed to be stepping on something inside the house and began to look at the second floor of the stone castle.

He didn't think there would be anything worth guarding against in such a big storm. With this free time, it would be better to take a look at the affair of the nobles in the stone castle. It was much more interesting than facing the dark forest.

Therefore, the middle-aged man in charge of alert did not notice the flash of shadows and the tall body that was getting closer and closer from behind him.

"ah--!"

The scream of horror resounded throughout the small manor shrouded by night rain. Soon his screams came to an abrupt end. The sound of rain outside seemed to make people feel that the previous scream was just an illusion.

But the people in the stone castle had been alarmed. The owner of the manor, a pale man, got up from the bed and lit up the oil lamp on the bed cabinet next to it.

A small oily light bloomed from his palms and could not fill the entire room. It could only illuminate the area near the head of the bed. The man's shadow was pulled long, thin and long on the walls made of soil.

"What's wrong outside?" There was a woman on the bed. She wriggled under the bedding for a while, stretched out her head, then kicked off the quilt, revealing her fair body. She was covered in her clothes, and she couldn't tell whether it was a prostitute or the man's wife.

The man did not answer her. He opened a small slit in the window of wood. Then he squinted his eyes and looked out. The deep night and the heavy rain could not be seen at all for modern people. But for the world of songs of ice and fire in the era of cold weapons melee, if you cannot see the enemies at night clearly, it means death.

After squinting his eyes for a while, the man did not notice any commotion, nor did he see sneaky beasts. If there were robbers attacks, no matter how hidden they were, there would be a sound of fighting.

Did he hear it wrong? The man was a little suspicious. There was nothing but a scream, which made him feel that the wind outside was too strong.

The man shook his head in confusion when he pulled the wooden windowsill back to the dirt windowsill.

The materials of the manor building are not good. They are not houses or castles made of stones like King's Landing, nor are they wooden huts where inferior people live, but a fortress with mud and stone.

Although it can be called a manor, it is better to say that it is a two-story building built with a mixture of stone, wood and soil. It is somewhat like a soil fortress. It looks square outside, and the walls inside the building are not so gorgeous, just thick and smooth stone walls and wooden floors.

The building mixed with a small amount of soil looked a little dark, and the light in the room was not very good. After closing the window, the man stood up. His head was close to the roof, and the height of the house was not suitable.

"Nothing, I must have heard it wrong." The man shook his head and said.

The woman was just talking casually, she didn't mind what was happening outside, and showed a charming smile, "But we have already gotten up..."

She knelt on the bed and hooked the man's chin with her hands. She looked much more fleshy than the poor girls before. Although she was still thin, she was not at least as thin as an alien.

The nobles' food and life are far higher than those of the poor, so this woman's body is not only a completely healthy human being, but also quite beautiful.

The man smiled. This was his wife, not a prostitute in King's Landing City. Although he was not a powerful family among the nobles, it was still no problem to build a manor outside the city.

Usually, their family often spends time in the manor and will only go back when there is something important to the king.

The woman's smile was a little charming under the oil lamp. The man held her in his arms, but vaguely, he seemed to see something squeezed in from the outer door, dark and invisible in the same dark room.

He took the kerosene lamp at the head of the bed with some confusion, reached out and raised it forward. With the dim light, he finally saw clearly what was blocking the door of the house.

The huge body almost filled the room, and the sharp fangs were still dripping with unknown liquid. Jamie's deep yellow pupils stared at the man's eyes, causing his hair to stand on. The man's body became stiff and his teeth were trembling.

"What's wrong?" An abnormal blush surged on the man's pale face, and the stiff muscles made the woman a little confused. She looked along the oil lamp, and the expression on her face instantly solidified. Her throat was chuckling, as if she couldn't scream.

The werewolf licked his fangs with his steaming tongue. His eyes emitted a cruel luster. The deep yellow light looked like a street light from hell. He passed the man and rushed directly to the woman on the bed. The woman screamed and twisted and struggled hard, but her strength was insignificant compared to the werewolf.

The familiar voice of his wife woke the man up. After all, he was a nobleman. After stumbled out of bed, he touched two in the dark on the cabinet, skillfully grabbed a long sword, and then pulled it out.

clang!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed stopped the werewolf. He keenly sensed the danger. Jamie let go of the woman and then focused on the man beside him.

The man was frightened by the unknown monster and the sobs of his wife on the bed, and he raised his sword and let out an angry roar, "Go to die!" Then, with all his strength, he slashed the sharp sword towards Jamie.

The long sword drew a cold light in the darkness, as if it had cut through the fog, but the man in horror had no accuracy at all, and his power was quite strong.

The werewolf gently avoided the back and keenly docked the sword with power. The man was only one, and he was in such a small space. After the blow, Jamie's bloody claws had already waved to his neck.

The man was lifted up effortlessly. He twisted his strength in the air, his eyes bulging and his legs struggling, but Jamie opened his stomach with one claw without hesitation.

A large stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the long sword fell to the ground weakly. The man was thrown and carried by a werewolf casually like a rag doll, and his colorful intestines and internal organs kept sliding out.

His wife screamed in bed enough to shake her eardrums, and with both hands and feet, Jamie shook the man's body in dissatisfaction and then threw him to the ground.

The internal organs fell everywhere as the body fell, and the woman's scream continued. Jamie's hideous wolf face seemed a little impatient, so he screamed at the woman's mouth, which kept screaming and roaring.

"roar!!"

The fishy smell in the werewolf's mouth was even mixed with saliva and sprayed on the woman's charming face. In an instant, her scream stopped abruptly. Jamie tilted her head in satisfaction, and then leaned over and pounced on her.

A shrill scream resounded again in this small manor, echoing alone on the edge of the forest, as if lingering in the sky, and in the dim room, Jamie's equally dark fur seemed to be a little richer again. (To be continued...)r1292
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