Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Before dinner, Lan Yan called Gracie to the study and told him about going back to Viaken.Originally, I wanted to ask him what he thought, but I didn't expect him to agree very much.

He wanted to go back with Lan Yan, but Lan Yan wanted him to stay here and control the place with Bradley.Blood clans like Bradley who rebelled from the ethnic group have no place to stay in Viaken, so they can only stay here.

Cromwell was waiting in the hall. His state seemed to be the same as before, but after seeing the blue smoke around Winster, his face became ugly again.But Lan Yan turned a blind eye to him.

Because of the matter of the old prince, Winston planned to visit him directly in Torredo's territory and investigate the matter.

While the territory of the Torredo tribe is in the southern part of the Norse continent, the city of Kalka where they are located is in the northern part of the Norse continent.

It was severe winter at this time, but unlike the freezing cold in the north, it was still as warm as midsummer, with flowers, melons and fruits, everything that one expects to find.

It took them a week to arrive at the main city of Styria, Torredo.

If you have been to the imperial city of Saint-Cherier and come to the city of Steia, you will definitely find that the two cities are very similar.The city of Styria is also full of flowers, gray and white houses, and the streets are wide and clean.Outside the city, there are flat, wide and green farmlands, which run off the Nautaban River beside the city.This is one of the most fertile lands in Viaken, and when you step into this land, you can immediately feel that she is different.The seasons here are like spring, and the spring and summer in Saint-Cherier are very similar to this place.

The lord of the city is Harling Torredo. Because of his father, he hasn't stepped out of the territory to participate in social activities for a long time.He was not present when the real king held feasts in Viaken the previous few times, as well as the grand wedding held by the former Prince Ashamai Chesterton.

It was about two o'clock in the night, and Haring was waiting outside the city, wearing a black dress and leading the vassals in the clan.He has thick golden curly hair - people in this family are all blonde, and their facial features are similar to those of the old Prince Salisbury, but they are similar to those flaws.With deep sunken double eyelids, she looks a little depressed when she is not smiling.He is not tall, and although he is a pure-blood, his appearance has absolutely nothing to do with being handsome and suave.

When he saw someone coming from afar, he immediately led the officials behind him to salute, and shouted respectfully: "Your Majesty the True King, Your Majesty the White King."

As soon as the words fell, Winster, Lan Yan and others appeared beside them.

"Uncle, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Your Majesty, welcome to Stya."

Haring lowered his head and stood beside Winster, looking even smaller.According to Lan Yan's visual inspection, the prince should only be in the early 1.7 meters.Noticing Lan Yan's gaze, Haring smiled politely at him.

"The food and wine are all ready, the banquet is just waiting for you..."

"I'm going to visit my grandfather first." After finishing speaking, Winston looked at Lan Yan again.

"Then, let me go with you." Lan Yan said.

"Your Majesty." Haring's expression suddenly became sad.

Lan Yan suddenly had a bad feeling, these people were all dressed in dark black, I'm afraid it wasn't—

"Old prince, the old prince passed away three days ago." Haring said.

"What?" Winston was furious. "Why didn't you send someone to rush to report to me that day?"

"Your Majesty, I have already sent someone to send the letterhead to Saint-Cherier..."

Winster stared at him coldly. Although everyone knew that the real king had returned, everyone also knew that the real king was not in St. Cherier.

Lan Yan secretly touched Winster's hand, and was immediately held back tightly.

"Where's the body?" Winston asked.

"It's burned," said Haring.

"What?" Winston narrowed his eyes slightly. "Harling, you are so brave."

Haring looked down. "Your Majesty is busy with affairs. I didn't expect you to come here in person. Otherwise, I will wait for you to come to express my condolences."

As Winston strode toward the city, the others made way for him. "Tell me carefully, what's going on! Don't try to hide it from me, you know, all illusions in the world can't escape my eyes."

"Yes," Harring said.

What Haring said was the same as the content of the letter, the old prince had accidentally eaten a herb called 'Karesai', which was taken by his pharmacist as a kind of fun drug-everyone knew that the old prince The prince raised a group of young men and women in the mansion. When everyone changed to drinking Moli medicinal wine, only the old prince still stubbornly drank human blood. Before that, he once publicly commented that Moli medicinal wine was better than the lowest animal blood Not as good.

In order to show his trust and respect to his courtiers, Winston would not read minds unless he had committed a particularly serious crime.

But Lan Yan was different. He felt that Haring was lying, so he directly read his inner thoughts.

Haring was still talking, and Lan Yan wrote 'he's lying' in Winster's palm.

Winston just held his hand again and continued to question Haring.

It was nearly dawn after the dinner, and they returned to their room to rest.

"What he said is false, can't you see it? He killed the old prince, he killed his own father!" Lan Yan took off his coat.

"Of course I can see it, but we must have convincing reasons." Winster looked at him deeply. "Everyone must believe that he is committing a crime, that he violated the commandments."

"But, he erased all the evidence. He killed the maid who put the medicine. He killed the old prince because he was afraid that he would sue you. During the time you left, he had sex with Costa, Lidi Ya and the others are close, trying to follow them to destroy your group. But the old prince firmly supported you, he just dissuaded him, so he drugged him and killed him while he was weak!"

"That also needs evidence." Winstra pulled him to sit down on the couch. "Don't be impatient when dealing with things, you know?"

Lan Yan twitched the corner of her mouth. "Some things will never be proven."

"Now, tell me what you have seen and where to start."

"Almost all the people involved in this incident were dealt with by him, even the pharmacist was executed, and everyone thought it was the pharmacist who made the wrong medicine." Lan Yan said. "Only by finding out the evidence of his treason and rebellion can we tell the matter."

"Well, go ahead." Winston leaned his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, propping his cheek.

"Let's start with Costa first." Lan Yan said.

"Oh? Going so far?"

"Well, as long as Costa is captured, the gang behind him will naturally disintegrate."

"Giovanni's territory is in the neighboring area, and Costa is good at management. It's not surprising that Haring has a good relationship with him."

……

Mind reading, the person whose mind is being read will also be aware of it.

Haring Torredo sat slumped in the study, looking at the vast night outside the window, then picked up a pen, wrote a letter quickly, and sent it to Giovanni.

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