Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Not only was the new lord young, he was also very kind.

Not only did he promise to defer taxes, he also allowed her to work in the manor, which meant that Melanie and her daughter would not starve to death...

The daughter has fallen asleep after drinking milk, and the cow has been fed.

This lord was so generous that he allowed Melanie to feed the cows with fine beans.

Melanie feels incredible…

She ate the warm pie by the spoonful and sipped the wine from her glass.

I remember her husband used to let her have a glass of beer occasionally.

Melanie would get drunk every time she drank.

Compared to stiff beer, mellow wine tastes much better.

Melanie was unconsciously fascinated by its taste.

"Woman, get me a glass of wine quickly."

A harsh voice came, accompanied by an extremely rude word:

"What a pair of big-breasted men!"

Melanie looked around and saw a few people at the corner of the dining table, and then realized that they were calling her.

Because everyone else at the table was drunk.

Melanie carefully carried the wine bottle and walked towards their location.

There were three weird-looking people sitting in the corner of the dining table.

Melanie had never seen these three people before, and they were obviously not from the village!

One of them raised his empty wine glass and banged it on the table.

"I'm not very thirsty." He was the one who spoke just now.

Among the three, he looks slightly better, but not so good.

He was thick and strong, with terrifyingly big hands. His arms, feet and chest were all covered with black hair, even his back, and his eyes were very small.

Seeing him, Melanie couldn't help but think of the black orangutan her husband had hunted in the forest.

Two companions nearby seemed to call him "Roger."

Melanie filled Roger's glass until the last drop of wine in the jug went into his glass.

"Woman, where's mine?"

The "bald man" with no hair on his head next to him suddenly opened his mouth and hissed like a big white lizard, which startled Melanie.

"There's no more wine." She explained quietly.

"We don't care about this. Get us some wine!"

The last one grinned at her again, revealing a set of yellow, filed-pointed teeth.

"His teeth are very sharp, so we call him Fang, and he will laugh. By the way, do you think we are good people?"

Roger, who looked like a black-haired orangutan, smiled.

Melanie quickly backed away from the dining table, "I don't know!"

She was stiff and scared to death.

They can't hurt me, Melanie said to herself, I work on the lord's estate.

They don't dare to offend the lord!

"Get us drinks quickly!"

Baldhead cursed and threw the glass at her.

If Melanie hadn't dodged in time, the heavy wine glass might have hit her on the head.

"You bastard, why don't you bring us some wine! Go!"

"There's no more wine!" Melanie explained weakly.

"Then go and get it from the warehouse. Why is there no wine in such a big manor?"

Melanie was helpless.

She did not dare to offend these fierce strangers, so she was forced to walk in the direction of the warehouse, each step becoming more difficult.

At this moment, Roger the "Black-haired Orangutan" walked over from the dining table and greeted:

"You certainly can't move a barrel of wine by yourself. I'll go with you."

As he spoke, he followed Melanie.

……

Although this woman was well-dressed, she was so attractive for some reason.

Maybe it’s because Melanie’s face is fair and smooth, and it’s easy for people to think that the skin on her body is also so fair and pleasant.

However, his body was completely covered by dark and simple gray cloth clothes...

Roger's blood rushed to his head.

Melanie was oblivious.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't just give drinks to strangers.

She had to ask the lord if he was willing to get another barrel of wine for these three people.

She turned around and said, "We have to obtain the Lord's consent first!"

"Okay." Roger agreed casually, suppressing his inner restlessness.

Until they reached an aisle.

This place is far away from the hall, and it is a blind spot for guarding the view.

Melanie had not taken a few steps when she was pushed by Roger, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

Melanie realized something was wrong and said anxiously: "What do you want to do? I'm going to call someone!"

"What's the use of calling people? Didn't you see that everyone is drunk?

No one will listen to you even if you scream. "

Roger had an excited smile on his face and stared at Melanie as she slowly approached.

Melanie took a few steps back.

Roger calmly approached step by step, and two more people came behind him. They turned out to be "Fang" and "Bald".

They didn't want to drink at all, they just wanted to take Melanie to a deserted place and then follow them to do errands.

The laughter and screams of the three people followed her like a shadow.

In a panic, Melanie found a stick from nowhere, swung it and hit Roger hard and accurately between the small eyes of the "black-haired orangutan".

Roger screamed and backed away quickly.

At this time, "Fang" stretched out his huge white hands, with veins bulging on his arms, and grabbed Melanie's arm.

Melanie struggled hard, but could not break free, and the stick was taken away from her hand.

She immediately shouted, "Someone is coming soon..."

"Bald" took advantage of the situation and immediately covered Melanie's mouth and pushed her into the corner.

Immediately, he reached out and pulled her collar fiercely.

The other two accomplices held down one of Melanie's arms.

Several people worked their hands up and down, and soon stripped Melanie naked, stuffed strips of cloth into her mouth, and tied her up.

Melanie sobbed softly, but was unable to resist, just waiting to be humiliated...

And the three weirdos were arguing about who should go first.

…………

this night.

One to the left and one to the right, Wilfield and Benita were naked, holding Domeric's arms and falling asleep.

Only a slight sound of exhalation and exhalation was heard.

The beeping of the campfire, even the commotion of horses and donkeys in the distance...

The night was strangely quiet, as if the whole world had held its breath.

This kind of silence made Domeric feel unexpectedly uncomfortable.

He got up, dressed, and wandered from the heavily guarded bedroom to the hall of the manor.

I happened to be in an aisle and saw this scene.

These three weird-looking people are arguing about who comes first and who comes last...

The bound and naked woman on the ground had tears streaming down her face.

Domeric immediately understood what was happening...

Just heard a gust of wind.

The hairless "bald man" suddenly turned red and huddled up like a boiled red prawn, covering his lower abdomen.

"Who is it! How dare you make a sneak attack."

Fang shouted.

Just now, he only saw a blur in front of his eyes and couldn't clearly see the opponent's movements. He was so frightened that "Fang" quickly punched to take a preemptive strike.

A heavy blow struck Domeric, and the wind whirred like an explosion, but stopped in an instant.

"Fang" was shocked. The fist he struck with all his strength was easily pinched by the opponent.

"you……"

"Fang" felt severe pain coming over him. He clenched his teeth tightly and sweat formed on his forehead.