Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Early mornings in late autumn are always accompanied by mist and thick dew. The temperature drops a lot. When the sky is dark, most of the vampires have entered daydreams, while the hard-working humans have just woken up.

The servant knocked on the door of the daytime supervisor Hoover Bryan with the toiletries. The room was dim, and the heavy curtains blocked all light sources.

Brian fumbled to light the candle, changed his nightgown, picked up the wig on the small table beside the bed, put it on carefully in front of the mirror, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he slowly pulled the cotton slippers away deadbolt.

Lan Yan, a neatly dressed silver-haired kid with his hands behind his back, stood upright next to the servant, and when he opened the door, he showed a bright smile full of hope like the morning sun. "Good morning, Brian." Lan Yan shouted.

The child's eyes seemed to glow, Brian froze for a moment, frowned, and turned back to the serious and terrifying daytime overseer. "Why are you here? Where's Trieste?" He stepped aside so that the servant could bring the toiletries into the room, but blocked Lan Yan at the door.

"I don't know, maybe I'm still sleeping. Fuli said that you wake up very early every day, so I came here to wait for you today." Lan Yan stared at Brian's hair, why did his hair wake up after a night's sleep? Still so neat and smooth?

"What did you come to see me for? Kid, I'm very busy in the morning, so I don't have time to play around with you." Brian returned to the room and put on his woolen coat.

"I want to go out with you, it's too boring to stay here all day." Lan Yan walked into his room, the servant had already drawn the curtains and tied them up, and the thin morning light immediately filled the simple room.

There is a half-length mirror hanging on the wall, two clothes hangers, a small wooden table, and a large wardrobe. The four-foot-long iron rod leans against the back of the wooden table.

"Go shopping? Kid, I'm doing serious business, not your nanny." Brian simply rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, and then picked up a wooden comb to comb his thick black hair carefully in front of the mirror.

"I know, I won't run around, I won't make trouble for you, I promise." Lan Yan raised her hand, trying to impress him with her sincere eyes.

"Where's Trieste? Go and call Trieste." Brian said to the servant.

"Hey, don't, don't." Lan Yan hurriedly stopped her, and prayed with her palms together. "Brian, don't call her, please, I'd rather be with you, at least we all like puppies, don't we?"

"Did she treat you badly?" asked Brian, the big, careful man.

Lan Yan sighed: "I don't have the status of a nobleman, how can she be willing to serve me, besides, I am indeed not a young master, I don't need her to take care of me." He raised his eyes to observe Brian's reaction while talking. "Minian taught me how to squeeze a goat. I have already fed the puppies. Please let me go shopping with you."

After washing up, Brian asked the servant to leave with the washing utensils, took the iron bar and narrow-brimmed felt hat used for deterrence, and went to the kitchen to have breakfast.

"Is it okay? Brian, please." Lan Yan followed Brian, running around in front of him. Brian walked very fast, and he had to be careful not to step on him.

"Foli," Brian called from the kitchen door.

The kitchen was steaming, with the smell of broth and bread. The fat cook, Fuli, and several servants were busy preparing breakfast.

"Your breakfast is ready, Minian, bring it to the table quickly." Fuli instructed while she was kneading the dough.

"I'm leaving now, give me a sandwich," Brian said.

"Okay." Minian quickly took out a piece of clean oiled paper from the small cabinet at the top of the shelf where the ingredients were placed, wrapped it with freshly baked bread, smeared it with honey and butter, and then wrapped it with chopped Cabbage leaves and slices of cured ham, and then found out Brian's special hip flask, filled it with his favorite rose wine, which was brewed by the winemaker of Eisenmeath Castle himself.

"Bryan, take me with you." Lan Yan begged again. "I promise to be good."

"Oh, Brian, you just promise the poor kid, take him out and have a look, save him from being bored here all day, my aunt said, a kid this big needs to be exposed to the wind to grow up, you just take him Go out and meet the wind." Minian said to help.

Lan Yan quickly nodded in agreement.

Brian looked at the blue smoke for a while, and finally put on his hat, hung the hip flask on his waist, took the sandwich that Minianne had packed for him, took a bite, and walked out of the kitchen, while his iron rod was still leaning against the door On the wall next to it, it seems that I forgot to take it.

Lan Yan watched him stride away in disappointment.

"Go, kid, and send him his beloved stick." Fuli wiped her hands on the apron, wrapped her arms around Lan Yan's shoulders and gave him a slight push.

"En." Lan Yan gave her a grateful look, picked up Brian's iron rod, and chased her out.

Passing through the servants' rooms, they came to the small courtyard. A four-wheeled open-air carriage was parked in the middle of the road. The tall and thin coachman was sitting in the front, and Brian was sitting in the back. They were all ready, but they didn't immediately Instead, he waited for Lan Yan to trot over, half dragging and half holding the iron rod.

"Brian, you forgot this." Lan Yan raised the stick with both hands.

"Hey, Brian, why didn't you even take the life stick." Alik Lord, the coachman, joked.

Brian took the iron rod, picked up Lan Yan's collar, and lifted him into the carriage. "Watch out for your mouth, Alik, I'm going to tear it apart sooner or later."

Alik shook his head, shook the horse rope and waved his long whip, and said with a long smile, "I'll wait."

The morning sun rose slowly, dispelling the morning mist, and the carriage drove out of the castle and galloped away.

"Where's your breakfast, kid?" Brian asked, holding a sandwich.

"I've eaten." Lan Yan said, he got up very early and ate with Fu Li and the first batch of servants who had breakfast.

The morning breeze made people's cheeks cold, Lan Yan couldn't help shaking, and silently wrote down the route from the castle in his heart. He is a relatively capable person, just like in his previous life. Although his parents don't hurt him, he can still be like a dog Living in the same way, of course it is here, begging can be very happy, very happy with the situation and has no pursuit, but being threatened with his life has touched his bottom line.

So the last time Trieste took him out to play, he really went to play, and didn't remember anything at all.

"You should wear a hat, kid." Brian looked at Lan Yan as cold as a little quail. He took a bite of the sandwich and flicked off the lid of the flagon jug with his thumb, and a strong rose wine scent came out .

"My name is Lan Yan, why don't you call me by my name?" Lan Yan watched Brian drink and swallowed.

"Why should I call your name?" Brian said.

Lan Yan couldn't help swallowing, but finally couldn't hold back, pointing to his hip flask and asked eagerly: "Can I have a sip?"

Brian raised an eyebrow. "You know how to drink?"

Lan Yan nodded, Brian handed him the flagon, Lan Yan immediately held it with both hands and poured it into his mouth.

Brian looked at him intently, waiting to see the kid's jokes. Although his rose wine smelled very fragrant, like the liqueur wine that ladies and ladies drank, it was just an illusion. In fact, she was Eisenmeath Castle. The strongest liquor in the house, everyone who underestimates her will make a fool of herself.

That's right, but what Brian didn't count was that Lan Yan was addicted to alcohol and was a prodigal son in his previous life. During the time when he was addicted to alcohol, drinking was like dry food to him.

Lan Yan, who hadn't had a drink for a long time, took two sips in his arms. The first sip was a little choking for him, but he held back. He could tell that it was a good wine. Although it was spicy in the throat, the aftertaste It is sweet and has a strong aroma of roses, and it is full of fragrance when you take a sip.

"Thank you." Lan Yan returned the jug to Brian, wiped her mouth, and felt a fire gradually ignited in her body, dispelling the cold brought by the autumn morning wind.

There was incredulity and admiration in Bryan's eyes, and finally he showed a real smile to Lan Yan, and shouted to Alik the coachman. "Look, kids can drink better than you. Are you a man who can't drink, are you still a man?"

Alik's voice came with the wind. "Lan Yan, don't listen to him. Being an alcoholic is not good. Let me tell you a secret. If you drink too much, it will be inconvenient. That's what a real man needs to do. "

Lan Yan: "..." He is still young, he can't do it without him, thank you!

"Alik, you can't do it, why don't we go to a brothel for bibi this afternoon?" Brian shouted.

No ears to hear, Lan Yan covered her ears, the civilian men here are so rough and unrestrained.

They went to three or four places along the way, the manor in the west of the city, the market in the south of the city, and the pier in the east of the city.

The manor provided the castle with fresh poultry and meat every day, as well as some vegetables and fruits, etc. There were various kinds of them. Lan Yan followed Brian all the way and took note of all the routes. Traffic routes outside the city, etc.

Brian seems to have accepted Lan Yan. When choosing ingredients, he would grab any delicious food and throw it to Lan Yan to satisfy his hunger. Lan Yan had to take off his coat to wear it. There were fresh big cherries, apples, guavas, Big hawthorns, sweet oranges, pears, red dates, etc., if it weren't for Lan Yan, he really couldn't take it down. I guess this careful and strong man would give him a little of each.

The selected ingredients will be sent to Pure White Castle by a carriage sent by the manor.

Then they rushed to the pier again.