Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

It was late at night, and there were more people on the street. Human traffickers were leading humans in chains to sell to the blood races passing by. few.

But in the eyes of the blood race, these people's appearance is not good.If these human slaves are good-looking and healthy, the traffickers will usually go to the auction house for auction, so that the buying price will be better.It's not like it is now, even if you stand on the side of the street where people come and go, no one cares.

The blood families here usually keep two to three humans in captivity, serving as both servants and blood slaves.They will use blood to entertain guests. Generally speaking, blood races will not fall into scarlet hunger if they drink enough blood once a month.

The nobles in the city used blood as a symbol of their status and wealth, and would drink fresh blood for every meal, and even asked for the blood of virgins, children, and teenagers.

Lan Yan stopped in front of the trafficker, and Gracie also stopped.

The trafficker greeted enthusiastically: "Dear guest, would you like to take a look? They are all healthy. You can buy them back and let them do anything." He was talking to Sir Gracie, who is used to watching people order food Lan Yan, who was dressed in rough clothes, was directly ignored.

This human trafficker is also a new blood.

"Buy them." Lan Yan said.

"How much?" Gracie took out the money bag.

The trafficker couldn't take his eyes off the heavy bag of gold coins. "One, a gold coin, my lord."

Gracie paid a gold coin and bought six slaves, which was cheaper than a meal for him, and the trafficker looked like he had earned it.

It is true that these people seem to be in poor health. If they buy them back, they will die, or if they have some infectious disease, they will take it back and infect the healthy slaves. For ordinary buyers, it is definitely a loss-making business.

This is nothing new, Sir Gracie Adelaide is one of the few decent nobles in this city, who often buys those poor human slaves who seem to be losing money.Charles saw this and went back. He had been out long enough, and if he didn't go back, the boss would say he was lazy on purpose.

People kept saying hello to Gracie on the road, and Gracie dealt with old friends as usual.When they left the busy street, they were already followed by a long row of slaves.

The surroundings were quiet, save for the sound of their footsteps and the heavy clash of the slaves' shackles.

Lan Yan was silent all the way, and Gracie didn't say much anymore. He didn't wake up until the city lord's mansion appeared at the end of his vision, but he didn't dare to stop to show it. He only looked at the young man beside him in surprise and fear people, guessing his identity.

He just looked at him before, and his sanity seemed to have fallen into a fog, and he could only let him lead him.

The expression of this young man is a bit gloomy at this time, he looks to be only twenty years old, with silver hair, and an extremely handsome face, which is unforgettable. Could it be...

Gracie took a deep breath. It's impossible. The two real kings heard that they were in a good relationship and would not act separately. So what is the identity of this powerful blood clan?His strength is not considered weak, and he has never met a blood clan who can hypnotize him to this point. Besides the other White King, who else is there?

They walked across the lawn to the closed gates of the mansion.

It was too quiet here, not usually like this, his cousin, the Countess of Rowlandham, liked the banquet best.Gracie looked up at the window, the mansion was still brightly lit.

"Knock on the door." Lan Yan said.

"Yes." Gracie didn't dare to defy, bent her fingers and knocked a few times.

After a while, the door was opened, and a blond male servant in uniform appeared at the door, with a tall figure, an arrogant expression, a high chin, and eyes that seemed to only squint at people.

"Good night, sir." The manservant bowed his head slightly and greeted Gracie.He was stuck in the middle of the road, clearly not welcoming them.

"Good night, Kingsley, I want to see the Earl, is he free now?" Gracie said.

"My lord is sleeping. If we are awakened, I'm afraid we will all be unable to bear his manic anger." Kingsley said.

"Why do you go to sleep now? The night is our time."

"Master feels unwell."

"Then I want to see my dear cousin. I heard that the situation is not peaceful recently. I have something to discuss with her." Gracie said and wanted to push him away.

Kingsley kept his hands behind his back and remained motionless. "Your Majesty, Madam is also sleeping, no one will receive you, please go back, please don't let these filthy slaves trample on our grass when you leave." He said, ready to close the door.

Lan Yan raised her hand against the door, her silver eyes stared at him coldly.

Kingsley was slightly surprised, as if he had just noticed him. "It's so courageous, how dare you..."

Lan Yan kicked down the heavy pine door, walked through the hallway and entered the resplendent hall. "Earl Morse Rowlandham, the former third elder of Lexembla, come out!"

No longer hiding the power from the blood, the aura of the superior erupted instantly, and the vampires present immediately knew his identity. Kingsley, who was originally arrogant, was so frightened that he immediately fell to his knees and trembled.

The blood race has the power of perception. If the opponent is the real king, everyone will bow down to him.

Kingsley was a senior servant in the Earl of Rowlandham's mansion, and he was quite favored by the Earl. There were rumors that his relationship with the Earl was unusual, and he was used to being arrogant in the past.Although Gracie has a good reputation, her status is not high, and she has also been made things difficult by him.

Seeing that he was so frightened at this time, Gracie felt relieved but also felt uneasy in his heart. His guess was correct, the other party was really the new true king.

He quickly walked around Kingsley, and trotted to catch up with Lan Yan.

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