Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Among the existing blood families, there are not many ancient pure-blood families. In order to maintain the purity of blood, the conservative vampires are more willing to combine with vampires of the same level as him, such as Winster's parents. This gave birth to a more powerful pure-blood newborn.

The top of the pyramid is only that big, and there are not many people who can stand there, so there are some relatives among the existing pure-blooded old blood clans.Like Winster's two dignified personal attendants, yes, dignified, that's what they called them.

Jerome Ferguson Torredo is the youngest son of the old prince who is still in power of the Torredo clan, and he is a cousin of Winster. Winster needs to respectfully call the old prince his uncle.

And another entourage, Adrian Hudson Vanjo, is a blood relative of his father's family, the only son of the Duke Cromwell who appeared in Chapter 3 and one of the thirteen elders, Cromwell The Duke was Winster's cousin, brother of the same generation, and one of his few close friends.

The dining table is placed in the glass greenhouse on the left side of the pure white castle Eisenmis. The fragrance of flowers is refreshing. Through the transparent semi-circular dome, you can see the stars in the night sky and the bright silver moon, so you can enjoy them to your heart's content. Enjoy the beautiful scenery at night without having to endure the cold wind of winter.

A branch-shaped crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the golden bracket in the glass room, and five hundred white candles have been lit, reflecting light like broken diamonds.

Needless to say, this dreamy and romantic place was also built by Winster's father for his mother, just like the entire Eisenmeath Castle. Otherwise, why does everyone say that the vampires of the Ventrue clan are love creatures? .

All kinds of roses are carefully selected by gardeners in the rose garden, and they are still in full bloom at night.The long table was covered with a soft lace cloth, and the silver cutlery and candlesticks gleamed.

Brian nagged all the way, telling Lan Yan how to keep the etiquette at the banquet, how not to be laughed at, etc. Lan Yan didn't know that he could talk so much before.

Crossing the square, under his leadership, Lan Yan arrived at the dining place on time, and the vampires in formal attire had just sat down.Apart from Winster, there was also a vampire with black hair and black eyes, but compared to Winster who was reserved, he seemed more unruly.

"Good evening, little one, long time no see, you look much better than a few months ago." Duke Cromwell smiled.

Winster's entourage, Jerome, pulled back the white wooden chair covered with beige velvet for Lan Yan. Lan Yan recognized him as the vampire who almost killed him that day. When the two eyes met, Jerome looked apologetically He smiled.

Even though they were all gentlemen now, thinking of the adventure at noon that day and seeing Jerome again, Lan Yan still felt a little nervous.

"Thank you." Lan Yan whispered, then sat down on the chair, crossed her hands on the table, and looked at Cromwell. "When did we meet?"

The silver-haired kid on the opposite side had a straight back, and his eyes were burning without avoiding others. It was really impossible to tell that he came out of the slums of Kenbat.

"Oh, of course I did, but you were already unconscious at that time." Cromwell said.

The servant asked Winston if he would start serving the dishes. Winston shook off the napkin and nodded.

After the simple and delicate appetizer, the servant brought Lan Yan lamb chops fried with butter, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with cumin and other spices, which made people move their index fingers when they smelled the aroma. He couldn't cut it, and the scene specially divided him into small pieces that were just right for the entrance.

Lan Yan has no intention of angering the vampire at the moment, and just wants to endure first, and then wait for the opportunity to leave.He didn't know why he wanted to entertain himself, so he buried his head in eating, one mouthful of meat and one mouthful of wine, his little cheeks were swollen from eating, and his long eyelashes fluttered, but he was very obedient.

"You draw well," said Winster.

Lan Yan raised her head, and the black-haired vampire was holding a shiny silver knife and fork, easily slicing through the tender red lamb chops and feeding it into her mouth. The bright red liquid in the white porcelain plate was either sauce or blood.Under the lights, his movements are neat and graceful.

Lan Yan nodded and said, "It's not bad." His painting skills are not outstanding, it's just that the people here are too new to the world, he deliberately thought so.

Winston saw through what the child was thinking, and raised the corners of his mouth as if teasing a pet: "Draw me a picture."

"Give me the money." Lan Yan said.

The Duke of Cromwell laughed out loud. He didn't know that Lan Yan could draw, but thought it was a child's scribbles, and said, "Give me the money, how much do you want to receive from Your Majesty?"

Lan Yan bit her lip, thought about it seriously, and said, "A thousand gold coins."

"Do you know how much a thousand gold coins are? The best painters in the city are not worth the price." Cromwell said, he felt that the boy was a little ungrateful, and he offended Winster, even if he really would Drawing pictures should also be regarded as an honor for His Majesty the real king to draw pictures, and it is the initiative to present them as gifts.

"You are wrong. It is not my painting skills that are worth the price, but His Majesty the real king." Lan Yan said seriously, but Winster clearly heard him saying in his heart that he is unique and his painting skills are infinite. price.Of course, this is only what Lan Yan thinks.

interesting. "Okay, just a thousand gold coins." Winston beckoned, and after a while, a small red wooden box was moved in front of Lan Yan by a servant. Inside was a full 1000 yuan of gold coins. The golden light seemed to be overflowing, dazzling people but unable to move their eyes away.

Ah, money, a lot of money.Lan Yan almost forgot what it was like throwing money in the street as a rich second generation in his previous life, so he grabbed one and bit it, it was full of real gold.He stretched out his hand for an OK gesture, and said, "Okay, when to start is up to you."

"Then what about tomorrow morning? Do you have time?" Winster felt more and more interesting.

"Of course, I will cancel all my schedules and reserve time for you. However, you have to prepare the painting tools and paints yourself." Lan Yan said intentionally. In fact, Winster knew how free he was.

"You have to prepare your own painting tools? Aren't you a painter? Little thing." Cromwell said.

Cromwell was very upset when he heard that frivolous little thing, he raised his eyebrows, and replied with a smile: "My painting tools are too cheap, not worthy of His Majesty the real king." His tone Still plain, but there was no smile in his eyes.

This is so interesting, Winster was not displeased at all when his friend was bullied, on the contrary, he felt somewhat at ease. "Okay, what do you need to prepare?"

"I can do either oil painting or charcoal drawing. It depends on which one you choose, so prepare for that."

This kid takes you one bite at a time, it looks like he has been tamed by him, if he can't see his heart.Winster said: "Then let's do the oil painting. The production time will be longer, and the thousand gold coins will not be wasted."

"Okay, just prepare me a copy of all the things used by the top oil painters here." It doesn't matter how long Lan Yan is, anyway, he can't leave now.

"Have you ever been to school?" Cromwell, like all nobles, had the same arrogance and didn't like being upstaged by others.There is a school here, but only commoners go there, and there are very few people who go, because you can find a job here without studying, and the nobles will invite tutors to come to their homes.

go to school?That was a matter of my previous life.Lan Yan shook her head, and generously admitted: "As you can see, my lord, I am a real poor orphan, and I did not pretend to be a well-born person to deceive you."

"Perhaps, I can hire a tutor for you. After all, a unique painter must not be illiterate?" Winster said.

Ma Maipi, how shameless, he read his mind again, Lan Yan cursed secretly.

The silver-haired kid was very polite and bowed his head to him with a smile: "Thank you, Your Majesty the True King."

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