Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan poked his chest with her fingers, and said seriously: "Didn't you just wake up? Are you still resting?"

"That's different." Winston took his hand.

"After the coronation ceremony, we will go to Vinmons." Lan Yan said.

"Have you researched the bomb?"

"not yet."

"We can go when you finish your research."

"Huh? Can't you go earlier?"

The clothes she wore in summer were all thin, and Lan Yan's shirt was torn off unconsciously, revealing her waist, which happened to be held by Winster's hand.

"I need to get a call for help from Chrison Peters," Winster said.

"Can't you take the initiative to communicate with him? Why do you have to ask him to contact you?"

"First, things on our side have not been completely stabilized. Second, the new pope has a different governance philosophy from the previous pope. I have made good friends with them in the past. After this time, I am afraid that we will really break off diplomatic relations. If I take the initiative to go , may also be blamed by him for violating the rights of their land."

"But those people were driven away by you." Lan Yan said.

"I just want to catch them." Winster patted his head. "Don't worry, the new Pope is arrogant, and he will ask us for help soon."

"Why do you always make it so complicated."

"It's because you think too simply."

Lan Yan rolled her eyes and pushed Winster away.Without pushing away, Winston hugged him even tighter, and stretched his hand into his shirt, stroking his delicate and white back.

"What are you doing, it's time for dinner soon! Don't wrinkle my clothes!" Lan Yan struggled.

"Change another set. Did Silas Nelson measure you a new size? You've grown a lot taller." Winster turned over and pressed him halfway.Why is it half-pressed, Lord Zhenwang is afraid of crushing people.

"He was here the day before yesterday." Silas Nelson was the tailor.

The servant at the door closed the door softly.

There are many people on the side of the main castle, and he seldom comes back at night.

When they went downstairs with Winster, they met a woman in a red dress. The woman had the same gorgeous thick curly hair and a diamond crown on top of her hair. A huge ruby.What's even more amazing is that she also has a pair of blood-red eyes, which reveal a sharp and haughty light.

She is Her Majesty the former Queen Lydia Cripps Amaisha, who made the limelight in this turmoil, oh, I should change my words now—although the official coronation ceremony has not yet been held, she must be honored as the prince Your Highness.

When she saw her for the first time, Lan Yan thought, no wonder Chesterton Ryan Achamai, who is doing nothing, can't suppress her. This woman's aura is too strong, and she is not someone who can suffer and let it go.

"Your Majesty, good evening, Master Lan Yan, good evening." She rolled up her wide skirt and saluted them politely.

"Good evening, Lydia." Winstra passed by her with Lan Yan.

The woman smiled and followed.

During dinner time, the living room was full of people waiting. When they saw them coming in, they all saluted together. Besides Lydia, there were four new princes, Kieran Sloat McAvian, Will Liams Patrick Lesembla, Hasson Dean Ganglowe, Elvis Matt Nofiler, the undisputed beneficiaries of the rebellion and the new faces, managed to squeeze Into the top of the pyramid of ethnic groups.

Apart from this, there are also princes from seven other clans, as well as elders and lords of various clans, who all came to attend the coronation ceremony three days later.

Lan Yan is not as rambunctious as he was when he was a child. He originally wanted to leave, but Winster held him and never let go.

This is destined to be a summer feast. There are hundreds of people sitting in the grand banquet hall of the main castle. The tables are filled with fine wine and precious fruits from all over the world. The Viaken song.They enjoyed the food gracefully, chatted politely and in low voices, and the male servants in uniform shuttled back and forth, or brought freshly cooked food, or filled wine glasses for distinguished guests.

Winston was sitting in a high position, and Lan Yan was naturally with him.This was the first time he had participated in such a grand banquet since he came back, and those new faces always looked at him indifferently, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps the other princes and elders have gotten used to Bai Ling's intimate attitude with the real king in the past few years, while the eyes of the new face are more probing and frivolous.Because there was a bright red hickey behind his ear, which was made just now, and Winster always liked to hold him and kiss him.Lan Yan felt sorry for him, and felt that he couldn't do anything (of course he wouldn't know how powerful his control is now), so he let him kiss him.

He didn't see it himself when he looked in the mirror, and Winster didn't tell him, and the others didn't dare to tell him.It was particularly conspicuous on his pale skin. Every time he turned sideways to talk to Winster, the hickey would blatantly appear in everyone's eyes.

The closest courtier to Winster, on the right is Grand Elder Cromwell Hudson Vendre, Duke, and on the left is the most senior old prince in the current clan, His Royal Highness Salisbury Torredo, also known as the real Wang's grandfather.

Lan Yan didn't take a few bites, and kept observing the people below, and found a person at the end of the long table, Augustus Garcia, the old fortune-teller was bent over, wearing a gray robe, still wearing a Wearing a gold collar inlaid with gemstones of various colors, his teeth should be bad, and the servants on the side are chopping up pieces of meat on the plate.

He and Lan Yan are probably the only two humans invited to this banquet.

During the period, Meg Carter knocked on the glass. After everyone quieted down, Winster casually said a few words to bless the people, bless the night, and bless Viaken, and the banquet continued again.

"What are you looking at?" Winston asked.

"Nothing." Lan Yan said. "I'm done eating, can I go?" He asked in a low voice.

Winston smiled and squeezed his hands on his knees. "Of course, but I hope you can stay with me for a while." He also whispered.

Lan Yan smoked her hand, but didn't take it out. "This is not my party."

"But you liked it when you were a kid."

"I also like to flip the table, now I'll let you see if you want to flip one?"

"When did I ever stop you?" He took Lan Yan's hand and kissed, he couldn't say no to him a long time ago.

Lan Yan's eyes widened: "When did you stop me? Your memory declines so quickly? That day..."

Meg on the side coughed twice, wanting to remind the real king that it is not good to overturn the table on this occasion, but she was about to die from coughing, and the real king didn't even look at him.

Lan Yan, on the other hand, twitched the corners of her mouth expressionlessly after being interrupted, raised the wine glass at hand angrily and said, "My lord, sit down and have a drink too."

"No, no need, I'm used to serving His Majesty standing up." Meg hurriedly refused. When he was a human being a thousand years ago, he served as a servant Morrison Arnold, who had not yet ruled the thirteen clans. · His Majesty Vatican.Even though his qualifications are so old now, the prince and the elders need to greet him politely when they see him, he is still used to standing behind Winster.

"You're so old." Lan Yan suddenly covered her mouth, as if she had revealed some secret, her eyes were full of mischief. "Oh, I forgot, the age difference between you and His Majesty the real king shouldn't be too big, right? That's why you, Winster, have memory loss!"

"Uh, this..." The head manager was sweating on his forehead, and he glanced at the real king nervously, trying to help his master save face.

Winston raised his hand. "Add a seat to Steward Meg."

"Your Majesty..." Meg still declined.

"Go." Lan Yan glanced at her lips.The servants had moved the seats and placed them between the elders' seats below the Duke of Cromwell.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Meg bowed to Winster, and then followed the servant down.

Lan Yan proudly looked at Meg, who was sitting among the elders. Meg looked at the true king who was ignoring her above, and sighed. The second elder, Duke Winifred Vatican, was talking to him sideways. Then he also smiled and greeted him.

"Okay, happy to drive Meg away?" Winster said.

Lan Yan raised her eyebrows. Meg was a loyal servant and an old sycophant. He knew that he really didn't like him, and he only treated him with courtesy because of Winster.

"Why am I happy? I think you are very happy." He said.

Winston smiled and touched his head, he was happy because he was happy.He could never get enough of this proud look.

Although the two people above were talking in low voices, all the people present were blood races, and they could be heard no matter how softly they spoke, and there were quite a few people who listened to the corner of the wall.Cromwell twitched the corner of his mouth secretly. His Majesty had insisted on leaving to fetch this white spirit, so no one would dare to underestimate this human being now.Of course, in addition to this, there is also the credit of the old fortune teller's prophecy. If he accepts the first embrace, he will become another true king.

And if the person who embraced him for the first time was the real king Winster, then no one in the blood clan would be able to shake their position.

The ethnic group is strong, and Cromwell is both happy and worried.He knew Lan Yan's character well.Although Lan Yan is only a weak human being, he has relied on the support of the True King since he was a child to act willfully and recklessly. He is not afraid of the sky and the earth. Most of the time he wants to do things, only the True King can stop him.If he becomes a blood race, has the ability of a real king, even stronger than Winster's ability, then who will control him?

Regarding the bad things about Lan Yan, Winston could not listen to them a long time ago. He has too much, and his pampering for Lan Yan has no limit. .So in those days when he was away, the old fortuneteller Augustus told Cromwell something.

That night, Cromwell and the old fortune-teller sat drinking in the glass greenhouse on the left side of Pure White Castle. The old man was slightly drunk and leaked some words.

At first, he denounced the behavior of the real king, left all the subjects waiting for him when the chaos in Viaken had not yet subsided, and went to Vinmons, thousands of miles away, to pick up the blue smoke. Later, in Cromwell, he deliberately lured He just told the truth that he had been preventing Winster from going to Vinmons.

He said that Lan Yan could have learned the stability and responsibility he lacked in this disaster, but His Majesty the real king is like a father who is reluctant to let go, which makes his willful and impulsive character even worse.And when a willful and impulsive person possesses extreme power and cannot control himself, who can control him.He will cause great disaster to himself, and will suffer even more serious torture.

Earlier, the old fortune-teller had also told the real king Winster that if he went to Vinmons, he would regret it one day.

Cromwell raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were sitting high and laughing. His Majesty the real king laughed, and that person made trouble.

It was already late at night after the banquet, Lan Yan followed the servants to leave the main castle, and walked across the square to the small courtyard.

The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and green grass, and the full moon hangs high in the night sky, casting countless silver lights like fine frost.The sound of music came out, and the bustle of the main castle continued.A lonely gray-robed old man stood under the plane tree, looking up at the full moon and the night sky.Lan Yan was slightly drunk, and the servant supported him. He didn't notice the old man for a while, until the old man suddenly made a sound.

"You are the blessing of mankind." He said in an old voice.

Lan Yan frowned, squinting his eyes to look at him. "What did you say?"

A servant rushed over and shouted, "My lord fortune teller, why are you out here? I'll help you back to your room to rest."

Blue Smoke was blown by the wind, his brain was swollen like a paste, and he watched Augustus Garcia staggering away in confusion.

Sally was waiting for him in the room, and had pushed the new manservant away since his return.

"How do you drink like this?" Sally asked.

"Everyone drinks, I, I also drink, you usually don't let me drink." Lan Yan said with a big tongue, her cheeks flushed.As soon as Sally took off his coat, he was about to fall to the ground.

"Strange, I wasn't so drunk just now." He shook his head, and then found that he was even more dizzy.

"Where did you come back from? Your hands are so cold."

"Outside, outside, the scenery outside is good, and the road is close, so you don't need to make many detours."

Sally let him sit on a chair, and helped him remove the gold-woven ribbon with red jewels hanging from his silver hair. The smooth silver hair was unbound, and immediately covered his shoulders, and he was about to untie his tie. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Sally's wrist.

"I'll do it," Winston said.

Sally was taken aback and quickly backed away.

"Wen, Winster, you're here, didn't you go with them?" Lan Yan stood up unsteadily, and Winster hurriedly hugged him and let him lean against him.

"After a few words, I came here. Didn't you say that you can drink well?" He said with a smile.

"I, I can drink very well, but I certainly can't compare with you."

Winston carried him to the bed, twisted a hot towel to wipe his face, Lan Yan rubbed his hands, and looked at him with wet eyes.

He offered to kiss me last time I was drunk, Winston thought.

Sure enough, Lan Yan stumbled up again and entangled him, this time he must be really drunk.Winston guarded him carefully, watching him get closer.

Winster's Adam's apple slipped, and the man closed his eyes and collapsed into his arms, muttering "sleep with me", and nothing else.

The disappointed real king laughed out loud, and then kissed lightly on the top of his hair. "Okay," he said.