Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"The journey is tiring. I have already prepared delicious food and wine. If you have anything to say, you princes, please go in and talk." Meg said.

Everyone followed him into the main castle, and Cromwell whispered to Adrian, "Send him back to the room, and you take someone to watch him in person."

"Yes." Adrian bowed his head.The father and son have the same black shiny hair and similar faces.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the main castle, the small courtyard is much quieter.

There was some dew on the grass, which wet Lan Yan's shoes.

"If only you were with him at that time." Lan Yan said.

"Williams said that His Majesty disappeared suddenly before entering the Pope's Palace. It is not easy to disappear suddenly in front of the blood race. It is normal for humans not to see our teleportation trajectory, but it is not normal for the blood race." Adrian An walked beside him, and they were almost the same height.

"Then what's the matter with him? Huslett doesn't have the ability to catch him at all."

"The power of His Majesty is still growing all these years. It is dozens of times stronger than his father, His Majesty Arnold, the previous true king, whether it is his willpower or abilities. Steward Meg consulted a large number of ancient books, he I think His Majesty's sudden disappearance may be due to new developments in abilities, or new abilities, but he is still unable to control it well, so he disappeared."

"You mean he will come back." Lan Yan asked excitedly.

Adrian was silent for a moment, the excitement and heat in Lan Yan's eyes gradually disappeared in the cold night.

"My lord made us tell the outside like this, if His Majesty can't come back..." He caught a glimpse of the sadness and fear in Lan Yan's eyes, and changed his words. "I can't come back before the princes protest. He hopes you can accept the first embrace of my father, the Grand Duke of Cromwell."

If that was the case, he and Lan Yan would become blood brothers of the same race.

"But..." Lan Yan felt her throat was extremely sore, and her eyes were also extremely sore.After a while, he said. "But you know that I don't want to be a vampire."

"Why?" Adrian, like everyone else, couldn't understand why he didn't want to become a blood race?Why are you willing to be a weak human being?Even the possibility of becoming the supreme king.

Lan Yan couldn't speak, and didn't want to talk to him.Just looking at the forest in the distance: "Winster knows the reason."

Adrian said: "In the present situation, no doubt it would be better if you agreed to their request."

"That's not a request. Let's put it this way, it doesn't do me any good to be a true king. I don't want to care about your blood race. I just want to live my own life quietly. Your affairs have nothing to do with me." .”

"Once the earth bleeds, no one will be spared. They want to use an excuse to save His Majesty and take the disciples of the clan to carve up Vinmons. If His Majesty does not show up before that, no one can control them, and Vinmons will cease to exist. , once the scarlet massacre is set off, the darkness of a thousand years ago will come again."

"If you are really the real king, do you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

Lan Yan looked at him, but he remembered what Becky said to him in the rose garden that evening again.

Finally he bowed his head. "I don't belong here," he said. "I'm not like you."

Adrian didn't understand, but he still said: "You are right here, with the land of Viaken under your feet, and the silver moon of Viaken above your head, your blood and flesh, your soul and heartbeat, are all here. Here, you live here, and you are blessed by His Majesty. Saint-Cherier's excellent and gentle feng shui has nurtured you. You eat here, sleep here, cry here and laugh here. Here you have the most sincere friendship. With the most precious love, you have already integrated into this place, how could you not belong here?"

"I..." Lan Yan almost thought that he also knew his identity.

"We have already regarded you as one of them. Don't you want to go back to the slums of Wackenbat? Do you feel like you belong there?" Adrian couldn't believe it.

Lan Yan breathed a sigh of relief. "of course not."

The small courtyard was in front of him, and Sally and Walker were waiting for him at the door.

"Blue Smoke." Sally shouted happily.Lan Yan reluctantly smiled and hugged him.

Adrian was still following him, and he said again: "It seems that you are also planning to lock me up."

Adrian did not deny it: "Tomorrow I will ask them to change a room closer to the main castle for you."

They stood in the corridor, Sally closed the door and changed Lan Yan's clothes, asking: "What's wrong? What happened?"

After fighting vampires for the past few days, Lan Yan was extremely exhausted, so she simply talked to him about the current situation and then lay down.

This place was really too familiar to him, and he realized that as soon as he smelled the familiar faint rose fragrance in the pillow, he immediately fell into a dreamland.

In the dream, the darkness took on color, the night gradually turned into morning, the stars gradually disappeared into the light clouds, and when the cool breeze blew by, he closed his eyes, and then the rustling of leaves and the roar of the engine were added to the sound of the wind in his ears He still drove the blue and white sports car on the beautiful road around the mountain.

If people have a life that they really want to pursue and take as their goal, only a free modern society can realize it.

"Blue Smoke..."

"Blue Smoke..."

The familiar voice sounded in my ears, with a low and always gorgeous accent...

"Baby, open your eyes and look at me."

The vampire's voice was full of patient coaxing.

Lan Yan opened his eyes, and the vampire was sitting beside him. His eyes were as gentle as water, his brows were as deep as ink, his skin was as white as jade, his long hair was as soft as a waterfall, he was dressed in black, still elegant and elegant, and his lips were crimson.

"Winster." Lan Yan subconsciously stretched out her hand to caress his cheek.

"Lan Yan, my most precious treasure." The vampire held his slender hand and kissed it delicately.

"Where have you been?" Lan Yan said with a sob. "Come back quickly, your subjects want to rebel again."

The fish-belly in the east began to turn red, and even though the hot sun was still below the horizon, it revealed a fiery red light that could not be ignored.

"Don't leave me." He panicked and pressed the button that raised the convertible top. "Don't leave me!" he cried, crying.

"Wait for me," Winston said.

Lan Yan subconsciously turned her head to look in the rearview mirror, and saw a young man with silver hair and silver eyes, pale skin and red lips, messy short hair fluttering in the wind, and an ominous and sharp blood in his eyes.

He looked at the man in the mirror, and the man showed him a vile and bloodthirsty smile, showing two sharp white fangs, which made him gasp in fright, and screamed Winster's name , Then fell into the boundless darkness again.

He sat up with a scream, and Walker woke up. "What's the matter?" Before dawn, his voice was a little hoarse, and he was still wearing thick pajamas.

In the room, only the wall lights by his bedside and the doorway were still on.

"It's okay." Lan Yan breathed calmly, blinked her eyes, and got used to the dark room.

"Is it hot?" he asked. "I'll bring in some more ice."

"No need, continue to sleep." Lan Yan lay down on the bed again.His dreams are messy and absurd, and the broken pictures cannot be connected into a complete event, so when he wakes up, he often only remembers the feeling of panic and uneasiness.

The princes were all present, including the old Prince Toreado. After the banquet, they gathered in the council hall to argue endlessly, sneering or cursing, and no one obeyed the other.

Cromwell Hudson Vanjo, the lord of Kembat City and the Great Elder of the True King, is sitting at the head of the discussion table instead of the True King.

"Your Majesty disappeared with them. In any case, we have to ask them for an explanation." Prince Costa Varone Giovanni, who was sitting on his left, said.

"Of course," said Cromwell. "Clearing out the rebel party is what we should do, but I hope you don't forget what His Majesty's real will is."

"Your Majesty is too merciful." Prince Lydia Cripps Amisha critically looked at her beautiful red nails. "Right now is clearly the best opportunity to invade Vinmons and expand its territory, not to mention that Pope Sirius, who was close to him, is dead, and the new Pope is just a cowardly waste."

"Yes, besides His Majesty's absence, we can't get rid of every rebel party. Their new students surrender before His Majesty. Why don't we take this opportunity to get a share of the pie?" Kieran Sloat Micah Vian said.

Old Prince Salisbury Toreado, who was sitting on Cromwell's right, coughed twice. "Young man, if any of you want to go to Vinmons with the rebel party, then go, don't drag others into the water."

How rare the millennium peace is, and how hard the relatives and grandchildren work hard to maintain the balance of the clans, the old prince can see it. Although he also likes to drink human blood, he still obeys and agrees with the prohibition imposed by the real king.In these years, he is known to be the prince who likes to keep blood slaves in captivity and has the most blood slaves, but the people in his jurisdiction are not dissatisfied with it, because he treats the blood slaves very well and is not excessive. Drinking blood harms human life.

"You are old, but the mainland should have changed." Lydia said.

"Shut up!" Mysfield snapped. "The old prince is not someone you can offend!"

"Oh. Then you are not the one who can make me shut up." Lydia said unceremoniously.

"Of course a good change is needed." Old Prince Torredo said calmly. "Although I'm old, I'm not rigid. I'm just kindly advising everyone not to be too presumptuous. His Majesty the True King doesn't want some of you to be kicked out before you can sit firmly on the throne."

"Then who of you can tell when His Majesty will come back? It's not his style to disappear in such an emergency." Lieus Remuel crossed his arms and leaned on the chair, both participating Among them, he also stayed out of the matter as if he was watching the show.

The Duke of Cromwell said: "Your Majesty is only because of the new ability..."

"Come on! It's okay for you to deceive a three-year-old child. It has been a week since His Majesty disappeared." Kieran said. "What's more, if I remember correctly, His Majesty should be more than 600 years old. Are you sure he can still awaken new abilities?"

Cromwell ignored his words and said: "In short, if you continue to send people to Vinmons, I hope you can still abide by the commandments and prohibitions there, and clear the rebels, that's all."