Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"You don't need your consent."

"So you don't want to go back to Viaken again."

Lan Yan turned around quickly and disappeared in place. Cromwell was pinched by the neck and thrown against the wall, his silver eyes narrowed slightly. "Who do you think you are talking to? Your Excellency the Duke."

Horror gripped Cromwell's heart in an instant, and he couldn't move his whole body. He could only stare at Lan Yan in fear, and squeezed the hand that clamped him tightly with both hands, struggling in vain.

He saw that in those blood-colored pupils, the sea of ​​blood surged and smashed him to pieces.

He had already turned into an ant, and the other party could easily kill him.And this fear is different from other fears. It is the fear of predators from the bottom of my heart and instinct.

It's just that Cromwell didn't know it at this time, because he hadn't experienced fear for too long.He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't, because he had only one master.

Lan Yan let go of her hand and went back to the corridor, as if nothing had happened, she stood upright with her hands behind her back, her silver hair fluttering in the wind. "Where's Winster? He just said he was going to get the wine."

Cromwell fell to his knees, gasped and coughed a few times, and with a hoarse voice, he replied respectfully: "In the study, a messenger just received a secret letter from Viaken."

Lan Yan walked across the corridor without turning his eyes, and passed the Duke who was kneeling on the ground.

Cromwell lowered his head, clenched his fists slightly, and didn't disappear until Lan Yan left and other people's voices came from the other end of the corridor.

The door of the study room was closed tightly, Lan Yan knocked, pushed the door open and entered without waiting for a response.

There was a dark yellow envelope on the table, and the seal on the red wax was the rose of the Ventrue family. The paper knife was put aside and had already been opened.Winston, who was sitting in the red velvet chair and reading the letter, looked a little dignified.

"Did something happen?" Lan Yan asked.

Winston put down the letter. "Bowick Bruch is dead."

"What?" Lan Yan walked over to pick up the letter and read it again. "World-weary? Suicide?" he asked in surprise.

"There are too many doubts," Winster said. "not that simple."

The letterhead is signed Meg Carter.Luowei solemnly begged the true king to return to Viaken as soon as possible.

"I don't believe he is world-weary either." Lan Yan dropped the letter.

Winston took his hand. "He offended you, didn't he?"

Lan Yan shrugged. "They are all vicious and despicable guys. Who hasn't offended me?"

"Forgive me." Winston grabbed him and hugged him.

Lan Yan looked at him for a while, then bent her slender finger, flicked it on his forehead, and said earnestly, "Forgive you."

Winston grabbed his fingers and laughed, with a slightly deep voice, his chest vibrating slightly.

"He wants you to go back immediately."

"There is no rush for a day or two." Winston kissed his fingers and looked at him with a smile.

Lan Yan was almost drowning in that blackness.He lowered his head and kissed the real king's nose, the affection in his eyes was pure and pious. "It seems that I never said I love you."

"I don't really care about this." After all, this person said a lot of angry words, and he even clamored to break up a few days ago.The details that confuse the eyes are not important, but the results and facts are important.

Lan Yan's smile disappeared, and her eagerness suddenly turned cold. "real?"

"Because I can see your heart." Winster said seriously.

Lan Yan frowned, and pushed Winster away, not daring to say anything. "Can you still see my heart?"

The tenderness just now dissipated without a trace, and Winster dragged him back helplessly. "Stupid or not? I mean I know what you mean."

Lan Yan pursed her lips.

"Is it a fool?" Winston pulled him to sit on his lap, and nodded his forehead.

Embarrassed by what he said, Lan Yan grabbed his hand and took a bite. "You're a fool."

"After the matter here is dealt with, follow me back to Viaken and follow my plan, okay?" Winster said.

"What's your plan?"

"Find out the restless people in Viaken, and after the matter is settled, we will study how to bring you back to that world."

Lan Yan nodded lightly, leaned forward and kissed him. "Then can you still travel through now?"

"No problem, but I'm not very proficient yet." Winston pressed his slender neck, not allowing him to leave. "Be good, I'll give you everything, huh?"

He plucked Winster's bow tie and pretended to be innocent: "I've always been good."

Winston kissed his eyes and hugged him tightly.

"Want to do it?" Lan Yan picked his golden buttons, the top of which was inlaid with red gemstones. He thought Winster looked good in this white dress.

A storm was brewing in Winster's eyes, and without words, he was about to overwhelm him by leaning forward.

Lan Yan pressed his chest with one hand, her eyebrows raised. "I only want to do it when I'm happy, lie down well, don't worry, you know?"

He knelt in front of Winster, admiring Winster's eager expression, and slowly unbuttoned his bow tie and buttons with his slender fingers.

With bloodshot eyes, Winston stared at him closely, grabbed his troubled hand, and the two immediately switched positions, rolled onto the carpet, and kissed eagerly.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" The sudden knock on the door sounded like a thunderclap.

Panting, Lan Yan turned her head to look at the door. Winster stroked his flexible waist and squeezed his chin so that he could only look at him. The fiery breath in his breath almost suffocated Lan Yan.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" cried the poor Duke. "I have something important to report to you! Your Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty"

"Aren't you inside?" Gracie's voice sounded.

"The servant saw them inside, Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Cromwell knocked on the door again.

"I think it's better not to disturb His Majesty," said Prince Bradley. "Your Excellency, if it's something urgent, you, as the Great Elder, can open the letterhead and have a look."

Lan Yan looked at the door, furious.

"no--"

The door opened suddenly, and Cromwell's voice stopped abruptly.There was a terrifying low air pressure in the study.All three of them stood there in shock. From the angle of the door, they could see books, paper, pens and ink scattered on the carpet...

Winston's voice sounded. "Put the letter down and get out of here."

"Yes, yes." Cromwell took a step back, bent down and placed the letter at the door.

The corridor outside the door was quiet again.

With red marks and messy silver hair, Lan Yan, who only wore trousers, walked to the door, picked up the letter, tore it open, and then his expression became ugly.

"What did the letter say?" The real king leaned against the velvet chair with his pale muscles exposed, and there was still anger in his eyes after being disturbed by his passion.

"Something happened to the old prince."

Old Prince Salisbury Toreado is a special existence. He is the longest-lived blood clan in Northland, and his status is extremely noble.He had six children, two of whom are deceased.The eldest daughter was named Eleanor Rupert Torredo, who later married His Majesty Arnold and became the queen of Viaken and the Vanjo clan. His eldest son was the current prince of the clan, Harling Torredo, That is, Jerome Fergus Torredo's father.

Although he is no longer in charge of things, Winster is still used to asking him for advice when dealing with important affairs. Therefore, even though he has abdicated, his power and status remain.

Winston took the letter, which was signed by Prince Harling Torredo. It said that the old prince had suffered serious physical injuries due to eating a medicinal herb by mistake...

Nowadays, almost all the medicinal materials that can affect the vampire's body are listed as forbidden drugs. Moreover, the vampire's body is strong and has strong healing power. Poison can kill humans, but it is difficult to cause damage to vampires.Is it really a mistake?

The old prince is the most respected elder of the real king. He has great meaning to the real king and has a detached status.

It's obviously unusual for something to happen at this time.

"Winster." Lan Yan shouted.

Winston looked up.

"You go back." He said. "If you don't go back, I'll be in trouble."

After he finished speaking, he left the study room, leaving Winster alone in the mess.

Lan Yan came out of the bedroom, and in the corridor leading to the stairs on the second floor, she happened to meet the real king and his great elder who were about to leave.

Both of them are well dressed, and the austere but alienated atmosphere is always in the middle, as if the previous intimacy was a distant dream.

"I'll go back to Viaken first," Winster said.

Lan Yan nodded silently.

"Come back after you've dealt with the matter here, and Cromwell will stay here to help you," Winster said.

Lan Yan glanced at the Duke who had a low brow and a pleasing eye. "No, let him go back with you."

"Blue smoke."

Winston stepped forward to get closer to him, but he immediately took a step back.

"Let's go." Lan Yan said. "Winster, that's your duty, Viaken needs you."

Some things are one thing with reason and one thing with emotion. For example, reason tells you that you should do it, but it is difficult for you to accept it emotionally.

"Remember what I told you, I will help you, deal with the matter here in three days, and Cromwell will take you back to Viaken."

Lan Yan twitched the corner of her mouth in disdain. "So you keep him to watch me?"

Cromwell clenched his fist again.

"Of course not." Winster said patiently. "I just hope that I can help you when I leave."

"No, I don't think he can help me, and he might slow me down." Because Cromwell is only loyal to the real king, he still feels offended by his orders.

Perhaps Cromwell had given him help and protection when he was in trouble, but it was limited to this, just like the original Winster, who only showed mercy to weak creatures.But never allow this weak creature to climb above his head and talk.

Cromwell's lips were pursed with anger, he was restraining, but he still felt angry.As the Great Elder of the True King, and the number one favorite of the True King, he is under one man and above ten thousand people.

He is an absolutely loyal minister, in order to protect the interests of the true king, he can block the pressure of the princes and protect Lan Yan alone, and of course he will hate and betray him because Lan Yan has infringed on the interests of the true king.