Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Who knew that after a while, Lan Yan turned around and left, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Gracie finally breathed a sigh of relief, and left the dark basement like a cemetery.

As soon as he entered the hall, he heard a shrill scream from outside, which made his hair stand on end. He hurried to the door, and then his face became extremely ugly in an instant. The intense fear and horror made him stand in place.

That scene, the dark sky, the pale snow, the withered grass, the houses in the distance, and that crazy and bloody scene, he will probably never forget...

Even though he had seen many killing scenes before...

When Lan Yan woke up, it was still dark outside.

The decoration in the room is gorgeous and extravagant, obviously Viaken decoration style, colorful wallpaper, copper products everywhere, ceramics, flower bouquets, round plush chairs, expensive double velvet curtains, dark red carpets, satin embroidery Tasseled bed curtains, soft feather beds that you can sink into.The flame in the fireplace burned vigorously, and tiny sparks floated down the chimney in the fireplace.

Lan Yan looked down at her clothes, she had changed into a silk nightgown with a faint floral fragrance.

He got up and walked to the table, trying to recall, but that piece of memory was like a wound, touching it would cause a headache.

where is thisWho takes care of him?Could it be that Winster found it?

Thinking of this, joy first rose in his heart, and then that joy was overwhelmed by sorrow.

He walked out of the room, the corridor was empty, there were some landscape oil paintings on the walls, even though the wall lamps were all lit, it still looked dark.

Gracie was negotiating with someone in the study on the first floor. He rejected the proposal and walked out of the study.

"You guys go, go as soon as possible, I will not go. Since there is always a decision to be made, then this is my decision." He said, then raised his head, and saw King Bai standing on the spiral staircase .

Wearing only a gray nightgown, he stood barefoot on the steps covered with a thick red carpet, his silver hair was scattered behind his back, and his white skin seemed to be shimmering in the dim environment.

He seemed a little surprised, but after seeing Gracie, he immediately became indifferent.

"This, this is?" The man showed a surprised look.

Gracie's face darkened. "Leave quickly, Pris, and send the Viscount away immediately."

Pris was his butler, and when he called out he popped out of nowhere, bowed politely, and stretched out his hand towards the door. "Master Viscount, I will take you away."

After the man reluctantly left, Lan Yan came down the stairs.

"Your Majesty." Gracie saluted Lan Yan.

"Is this your home?" Lan Yan asked.

"It's just a place to live, not a home." Gracie said with her head bowed.His appearance looks about 30 years old, and it may be because of his old-fashioned goatee. He is a little thin, but he is not too short.

"yesterday……"

When Gracie heard him talking about yesterday, he immediately became uneasy. He never thought, and probably no one thought about it, that another real king actually... actually... He closed his eyes hard, trying to dispel the lingering thoughts in his mind. Don't go to the scene.

This is a new king, and he has no followers around him. If he can help him grow up, his status in the past must not be low.

It's just that being with you is like being with a tiger.What's more, this little tiger seems to be unable to control himself.

"What happened yesterday? I seem to have passed out, did you take care of me?" Lan Yan asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you have been in a coma all day." Gracie said nervously. "Yesterday, don't you remember what happened yesterday?"

Lan Yan looked at him strangely.

Gracie carefully observed his expression, but still didn't say anything. "Yesterday your body seemed to be very unwell, and you fainted after you came out of the basement."

"Really?" Lan Yan blinked.He tried to think about it again, but in the end, he still couldn't think of it, and his head hurt again. He had to show a painful expression and rubbed the position of his temple. "The people we rescued..."

"I brought them all back," Gracie said. "Do you need any more rest?"

Lan Yan shook her head. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"My king, it is my honor to serve you," Gracie said.

He turned around a little disappointed, touched his stomach, and asked again. "By the way, you didn't feed me anything strange, did you? Like human blood or something?"

"No, Your Majesty," Gracie said.

"That's good," he said. "Go and get me some Molly Bar."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Gracie said.

It's been two days, thinking of the scene when they parted that day, Lan Yan thinks that Winster must be very angry.There should be no one who is brave enough to play tricks on His Majesty the True King like that.

When Winster said that he would take him back, he guessed that Winster still wanted him to maintain his previous status. He wanted him to return to Viaken, but all the clans in Viaken followed Winster. You will be in an awkward position, being feared by others, and supported by no party affiliation...

maybe……

Winston would also be afraid of him, of course this thought just passed by, because Lan Yan already knew that Winston was stronger than himself.After all, he was a rare and long-lived true king. His father, His Majesty the True King Arnold, died after living less than 600 years.

In short, Winster’s idea is probably the same as before, and he wants him to follow him like a pet. When the war subsides, he will probably take him back to his world for a few days to play with him, but Won't stay long.His affiliation is still Northland, just like Lan Yan feels that he belongs to the modern world.

Lan Yan returned to the room and sat down on the velvet chair in front of the fireplace, the dim yellow light of the fire was printed on his pale and beautiful face, and the flames danced in his silver pupils.

Sometimes what he said really came out of his mouth, probably because he was in front of familiar people.But if Winston really broke with him...

Lan Yan sighed, and sat staring at the flame until dawn.

It was still cloudy, and Lan Yan was eating breakfast in the dining room.