The huge black shadows were like killers under the night, and they were nimblely shuttled between the roof and the shadows in the alley. The werewolf's limbs could be used to walk. The bursting muscle strength and tight bones allowed him to cross the distance between the roof effortlessly.

A low roar surged from Jamie's throat, a trace of confusion flashed through his deep yellow beast's eyes, and then ran again under the moonlight.

The black shadow flashed past the moonlight, with a violent and deadly aura.

"Hoop! Hoop!" A heavy gasp emanated from Jamie's huge wolf's head, mouth and nose. The fatal wound on his chest had long healed and blood no longer flowed out.

&nbs[ ;He squatted on a low stone roof, his scarlet tongue hanging out from his mouth, and his deep yellow beast eyes looked at the strange city, everything was like an infrared scan in Jamie's eyes.

A low crying sound came to the werewolf's ears. He looked at his feet with some confusion. From the sound of hearing, he saw a scene of a family of three hiding in the house and crying.

What kind of creatures are they? A trace of doubt flashed through Jamie's eyes. This city seems to have an impression of it, but it can't remember it.

He felt something he had lost, and shook his head hard, no longer thinking about these things. He did not jump into the roof of the family, but quickly disappeared in the middle of the night.

The civilian in the family breathed a sigh of relief. Jamie didn't know why he did this. He just didn't want to break into their homes and kill ordinary people again.

The howling wind passed by Jamie's ears, and he felt as if he was about to fly, but at the next moment, his vision was suddenly filled with bright red.

There are creatures there! Under the siege of infrared vision, everything nearby was quickly locked by Jamie. It was a huge house that looked like a small stone building, and there were several guards in gold robes outside.

Jamie shook her head and let out a low cry from her throat. His fangs involuntarily barked, locking the target there. The last trace of human nature disappeared, and the breath of bloodthirsty and killing once again climbed into his deep yellow beast eyes...

Varis sat on the round stool of the stone. He stared at the table silently, with a small oil lamp surrounded by three people, emitting its only luster in the darkness.

Tyrion was still sitting in his original position, beside James, the three of them seemed to be sleepy, but they didn't have any appetite for the fruits on the table. Tyrion and James had a strange expression. They always paid attention to the movement outside, and looked at Varis in front of them from time to time.

As if feeling the strange atmosphere around him, Varis' eyebrows raised a curve on his round face. He asked strangely, "What's wrong? What are you watching me do?"

"Nothing." Tyrion shrugged. But his expression was not absent. He said casually, "It's just that you're so worried... or so scared."

"I'm not afraid." Varis retorted.

"Then why are you still here?" Tyrion also asked back, smiling, as if he had become what he had when he first met Varis.

"Why am I still here..." Varis frowned deeply, with a dissatisfied expression on his face. "There is a beast outside, and even his golden robe is coming out. Don't you know, will I go out to die?"

Tyrion smiled, as if he thought it was interesting to tease the fat old guy in the middle of the night. He changed into a comfortable position with his elbow on the table, "No... you are not afraid of this beast, you are afraid of Cersei."

"You are afraid that this is a conspiracy against you. The beast is fake and the golden robe is fake. Even your little bird may be bought, so you dare not leave here because we both... because I am here."

Faced with Tyrion's words, Varis suddenly calmed down, and his round face was filled with a smile and non-smiling expression. He picked up the wine glass and said softly, "No, what you are talking about... is your situation, not me, what I worry about... is just a beast hurting people."

Tyrion had a strange smile on his face, "Is it the first day I know you?" he asked back, and just as he was about to continue speaking, James suddenly interrupted him.

"Wait a minute." James frowned, "What's the point of this place."

The King's Landing's first swordsman James is the most powerful of the three. As soon as James spoke, the remaining two stopped. Varis stopped arguing with Tyrion and asked, "His Excellency James, are you sure?"

Even Tyrion, who was casually on the side, became nervous. His self-protection ability was the lowest among the three. "This joke is not funny." He said.

"Do you think I'm joking?" James glanced at the two of them lightly, and gently tapped the hilt of the sword in his right hand, then stood up by holding the sword with his hands.

His vigilant action instantly made the two people around him nervous. Varis's round face seemed to be thrusting into a ball. He asked calmly, "There should be no problem... There are guards and golden robes outside..."

Before Varis finished speaking, it seemed that in order to verify that there were really guards guarding this way, two shrill screams rang one after another, and as the heavy objects hit the ground, the outside quickly returned silent.

At this moment, even Varis couldn't speak.

"Be careful..." James also became nervous. He couldn't see what was hiding in the shadows, but he could feel the bloodthirsty aura, even stronger than his own. The danger of this thing... far exceeds his imagination.

James' palms were a little sweaty. Although he lost his right hand not long ago and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, he was still the number one swordsman in the king's land. This name is not involved in the water. And now he has obtained a new right hand, which is still a more powerful magic arm than before.

The three of them surrounded the small oil lamp on the stone table. Although the light source at night would expose them, it was also the only weapon for humans in the night. There were many braziers in the yard, but there were more dark corners.

Everything in the darkness was silent, and only the three people present could hear the heavy and nervous breathing sounds, but at this time the silence was more desperate than the noise. Varis wanted to open his mouth and shout for help several times, but after looking at James' expression, he swallowed it back.

But just the next moment, when James' caution just spit out a word, a huge figure hit Varis with the whistling sound of wind and a suppressed force.

It's like stepping on the unlucky captain in the golden robe just now. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!