The dim light of the fire flickered in the night rain, almost on the verge of extinguishing, and a middle-aged man in shabby single clothes came out of the side door and filled several stoves in the manor with some firewood.

Several sticks were crossed together to support the cone-shaped iron basin on which it was erected, which was used to light and guard the brazier at night, and the more rainy the night, the more careful you should be, beware of robbers and robbers wandering in the forest, and beware of those equally hungry beasts, and there is less chance of fire in the rain at night.

The rain was so heavy that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes, and the few braziers outside the manor had long since been extinguished, and the only two fires under the slightly sheltered tower gate were also crumbling in the night rain.

The middle-aged man was in charge of keeping watch at night, and he didn't know who lived in the manor, but the nobles were always nobles, and even the youngest nobles were different from the poor, and when the poor were still struggling on the death line, the nobles could still enjoy the life of the so-called superior people leisurely.

He looked back at the small two-story stone fort in the manor with some envy, trying to add firewood, he didn't care about the brazier outside, as long as he maintained these two, his task would be completed.

The dim light of the fire danced alone in the night, the howling rain seemed to erase the shadow of the brazier from the walls, and after filling it with firewood, the middle-aged man looked around and returned to his dilapidated wooden house.

Soon, though, he seemed to be in the house? Stepping on something, he began to look towards the second floor of the stone castle.

He didn't think that there would be anything worth guarding against in such a big storm, and if he had this spare time, it was better to take a look at the cheating of the noble lord in the stone castle. It's a lot more fun than facing a dark forest.

So. The middle-aged man in charge of guarding didn't notice the fleeting shadow. and the tall body that was getting closer and closer from behind him.

"Ahh

A frightened scream resounded through the small manor shrouded in the night rain, and soon his screams came to an abrupt end, accompanied by the erratic sound of rain outside, which seemed to make people think that the previous screams were just hallucinations.

But the people in the stone castle were already alarmed, and the owner of the manor, a somewhat pale man, got up from the bed and lit the oil lamp on the bedtable beside him.

A small glow of oil bloomed from his palm, not filling the room. It could only illuminate the area near the head of the bed, and the man's shadow was stretched long, thin and long against the dirt wall.

"What's going on out there?" There was also a woman on the bed, who squirmed under the futon for a moment, stuck her head out, and then kicked the quilt open, revealing her white body, naked and unable to tell whether it was a prostitute or the man's wife.

The man did not answer her, and he opened a small crack in the wooden window. Then squinting his eyes and looking out, the deep night and pouring rain are impossible for modern people to see. But for the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, which is in the era of cold weapon melee, you can't see the enemy at night, which means death.

After squinting for a while, the man didn't notice any commotion, nor did he see any sneaky beasts, and if there was a robber attack, no matter how hidden it was, there would be the sound of battle.

Did he hear it wrong, the man was a little suspicious, and there was no sound except for a sudden scream just now, which made him think that it was not too windy outside.

Buckling the wooden window back onto the dirt sill, the man shook his head in confusion.

The materials used to build the manor were not good, not stone houses or castles like King's Landing, nor wooden huts inhabited by inferior people, but a kind of fortress mixed with mud and stone.

Although it can be called a manor, it is not so much a two-story building built with stone as the foundation, a small amount of stone, wood and mud, some like an earthen fortress, the outside looks boxy, and the walls inside the building are not so ornate, just thick and smooth stone walls and wooden floors.

The building with a small amount of dirt looked a little dark, and the light in the room was not very good, and when the man stood up after closing the window, his head was already close to the roof, and the height of the house was not appropriate.

"Nothing, I must have misheard." The man shook his head and said.

The woman originally said casually, she didn't mind what happened in front of her, and showed a coquettish smile, "But we're already up......"

She knelt on the bed and hooked her hand around the man's chin, she looked much more fleshy than the previous poor girl, although her body was still thin, but at least not in the state of being thin as an alien.

The food and life of the nobles were much higher than that of the poor, so the body of this woman was not only completely healthy human, but also quite beautiful.

The man smiled, this was his wife, not a prostitute in King's Landing, although he was not a powerful family among the nobles, it was not a problem to build a manor outside the city.

Usually the family would spend time at the manor, and would only return when King's Landing had something important.

The woman's smile was a little coquettish under the oil lamp, and the man held her in his arms, but faintly he seemed to see something squeezing in through the outer door, dark and unreadable in the same dark room.

Puzzled, he took the kerosene lamp at the bedside, reached forward and lifted it up, and by the dim light of the oil, he finally saw what was blocking the door of the house.

The huge body almost filled the room, the sharp fangs were still dripping with an unknown liquid, and Jamie's dark yellow pupils were staring at the man's eyes, making his hairs stand on end, and the man's body stiffened, and his teeth chattered.

"What's wrong?" The man's pale face was flushed abnormally, and the stiff muscles made the woman a little puzzled, and she looked at the oil lamp, the expression on her face instantly froze, and her throat gurgled as if she couldn't scream.

The werewolf licked his fangs with his steaming tongue, his eyes glowed with cruelty, the dark yellow glow was like a guiding light from hell, he jumped past the man and threw himself directly at the woman on the bed, the woman screamed, writhed and struggled, but her strength was insignificant compared to the werewolf.

The familiar voice of his wife woke up the man, he was a nobleman after all, and after stumbling out of bed, he groped for two swords on the cabinet, skillfully grabbed a long sword, and then drew it.

Boom!

The sound of the sword unsheathed made the werewolf stop, and he was keenly aware of the danger, and Jamie let go of the woman, then turned his attention to the man next to him.

The frightening unknown monster and the sobs of his wife on the bed made the man angry, and he raised his sword and let out an angry roar, "Die! Then, with all the strength of his body, he slashed the sharp blade of the sword towards Jamie.

The long sword slashed through a cold light in the darkness, as if cutting through this mist, but the frightened man had no accuracy at all, and his strength was not small.

The werewolf ducked slightly, and then keenly flashed the longsword with power, this man was only one person, and in such a small space, after this blow missed, Jamie's blood-smelling claws had already swung into his neck.

The man was lifted effortlessly, and he writhed in the air, his eyes bulging and his legs struggling, but Jamie didn't hesitate to open his stomach with a claw.

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

His wife screamed enough to burst her eardrums on the bed, her hands and feet pulled back, and Jamie shook the man's body in displeasure before throwing him to the ground.

The entrails were falling everywhere with the corpse, and the woman's screams continued, and Jamie's hideous wolf face seemed to be impatient, so he let out an equally sharp growl at the woman's screaming mouth.

"Roar!!"

The foul smell from the werewolf's mouth even mixed with saliva sprayed on the woman's delicate face, and in an instant, her screams stopped abruptly, and Jamie tilted his head in satisfaction, and then leaned over to pounce.

The terrible screams resounded again in the small manor, echoing lonely at the edge of the forest, as if hovering over the sky, and in the dimly lit room, Jamie's equally dark fur seemed to be a little thicker again. (To be continued......) R1292