Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Adjacent to the north of Vioieto is a small town called Jersey. Lan Yan spent the day's sleep in a cottage outside the city. When he woke up, it was already dark and his stomach was burning. I woke up from hunger, but there was no food in the village, and the people here had already fled to their deaths. The barren land looked like a post-apocalyptic scene.

The night was dark, and Lan Yan sneaked into the city. As far as he knew, this city should still be occupied by Hezlet's party.

This was probably the city in his previous nightmares. It was empty during the day, but once night fell, there would be ghosts floating around. Their faces were pale and their lips were scarlet. They were no different from humans, but they were demons that sucked human blood.

Lan Yan stood on the top of a tower, observed the terrain, and rushed to the most prosperous area in the city.

There is still a breath of life here. Lan Yan saw that some shops were still open on the street, and the shop owners were all blood. He touched his empty pockets, restrained his breath, and walked towards a restaurant with more families.

Probably a few regular customers were leaning on the counter and chatting with the boss, while the two guys were running around in the store shouting.

"A lot of people have come to the city in the past two days." A thin man with a goatee and a luxurious dress was smoking a pipe and leaning sideways on the pear wood counter, casually glanced at the passing customers.

"You have been dormant for the past few days. I don't know. They all fled from the south. The real king appeared and refused to accept surrender. He killed many people and made people panic." The fat boss put down the account book and sighed. .

"It's too close to Vioieto. I think they will come here in a few days."

"I don't want to leave here. Is the real king that scary? Hearing that they were just two people, they scared the whole city and ran away overnight." Another person said.

"Two?" the man with the goatee asked.

"Yes, Sir Gracie, it's the real White King, another real king. You haven't gone to see Lord Rowlandham since you woke up, have you?"

"No, who would have thought that this would happen after I'd only slept for a few days."

"Go, go, go, look at your poor appearance, do you have money? This is not a place where low-class people like you can come in and eat." The waiter's impatient voice came from the door.

Sir Gracie looked for his reputation, and saw that the waiter was stopping a slightly thin young man. Although the man was dressed in black coarse cloth and his silver hair was casually tied behind his head, he had an outstanding appearance and a calm and elegant figure. There was no trace of cowardice or embarrassment in being driven away, and he really didn't look like an inferior person.

Perhaps a nobleman fleeing from Vioieto?

Sir Gracie blew out a smoke ring, took out two gold coins from his pocket and threw them on the counter, and walked towards the man.

The young man raised his eyes and looked at Gracie who was coming from a distance. There was a red light in his pupils like a needle.

The boss hurriedly collected the gold coins, pushed open the small wooden door connecting the counter and the wall, and came out, shouting, "Is this someone you know?"

Gracie stopped in her tracks, only feeling confused in her mind. "Yes, please let him in, I want to have dinner with him," he heard himself say.

"But didn't you just finish your dinner, and you're going to see Lord Rowlandham..."

The boss's words stopped abruptly, and Sir Gracie's face changed suddenly, and he stared at him sullenly. "Do as I say."

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