Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

At noon, the sun shines straight into the forest, the breeze blows over the hills, and the tall spruce branches and leaves cast countless swaying fine shadows on the wet ground.Lan Yanquan dragged his two heavy legs towards the direction of the mine with a willpower. He didn't take the main road, for fear of encountering people who attacked them again.

When passing by a small stream, the water flowed from the spring on the mountain, it was clear and cold, he lay down and drank a little, the blue sky and the fiery red sun were reflected in the bubbling stream, and he wanted to look like himself.

It's so miserable, no different from a little beggar, the clothes on his body that were originally made of expensive fabrics have been scratched and dirty, the hair is scattered, and the exposed skin is either rubbed with mud or scraped deep. Deep red marks.

He was stunned, didn't stay too long, got up and walked away, he didn't have time to detour, not to mention that the stream was no more than his thigh deep.

The accident happened, but last night, Winster rushed to the mine from St. Cherier in the afternoon. If it wasn't for Becky, their moving speed had always been very fast.

After receiving Adrian's distress signal, the responders from the mine also went to search for the accident site one by one, but found nothing.Because after they separated, Torredo ran too far with them.Fortunately, they were fleeing in the direction of the mine, and their hiding place was far from the main road, but very close to the mine.

In the evening, darkness once again shrouded this ancient and mysterious forest, and Lan Yan finally saw a little fire, which represented hope.

It was a two-story wooden house with a large yard surrounded by a wooden fence. There were two huge burning torches erected at the entrance. No one guarded it, but the house was brightly lit, and people could be seen in the corridors and windows. The shadow shakes.

When Lan Yan approached, he was immediately spotted. A group of vampires wearing black cloaks appeared from nowhere and surrounded him suddenly.

He staggered two steps, the appearance of these pale-faced and red-lipsed vampires was reflected in his silver eyes, and he fell to the ground in panic, thinking that these people were the group who attacked them, thinking of the people who were still waiting for him in the cave , Becky, who was dying, and her newborn child, the despair in his heart pressed down on him overwhelmingly. He opened his mouth in a daze, only to find that his throat was so painful that he couldn't speak, the suffocation in his chest, Let him fall on the ground uncontrollably and cough violently.

Get out! ! !

He roared helplessly, although silently, when he waved his wooden stick, the group of vampires suddenly dispersed, making way for a passage. The long coat appeared at the end of the fire.

It's Winston.

His long hair was entwined with golden threads, and was braided into a braid hanging down behind him. Although his face was expressionless, Lan Yan could clearly see the worry hidden in his watery eyes.

Tears immediately filled Lan Yan's eyes, he struggled to get up, and at the same time as Winster walked towards him, he also threw himself into his arms, it was Winster, great, great, Bebe Ji You saved.

Winston paused a little unprepared, as if he didn't expect that Lan Yan would take the initiative to rush into his arms, and his raised hand seemed to push back, or... His palm stopped in mid-air After a while, it seemed to froze, and finally fell on the top of Lan Yan's hair.

In fact, he hugged him many times, but many times it was when he couldn't resist being frightened or injured.But when he was sober, Lan Yan never took the initiative to get close to him, and he deliberately kept a conniving but not intimate distance with him.

The child's eyes were red from crying, holding his thin body with legs, it was extremely warm.

"Lan Yan, what happened to you? Where's Becky?" He squatted down, held Lan Yan's hand wrapped in a handkerchief, and asked softly. The voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, which could penetrate people's hearts.

Lan Yan opened her mouth, shook her head, and cried choked up, her body trembling, she grabbed Winster's clothes with one hand, and pointed at the forest with the other, trying to drag him away.

"Bring water," Winston said.

After a while, a vampire came with a water bottle. Winster fed him a little, but he shook his head and refused to drink any more, anxiously trying to take him to Becky.

Winston handed the water bottle to the vampire behind him, immediately picked him up, and teleported towards the direction he pointed, and the vampires behind him spontaneously followed. In the blink of an eye, the open space was empty, as if something happened Nothing happened, except for the gray dead stick.

It was dark in the forest. After arriving at the place, a vampire lit a torch, and Lan Yan could see the scene in front of him clearly.

The half-grown weeds outside the cave were trampled in a mess, and the leaves he sprinkled on the entrance of the cave before he left were covered with bloodstains, and the bloodstains were dragged out of the cave.

becky...

Lan Yan struggled to get off Winster's body, leading him staggeringly towards the cave, and several vampire guards hurriedly followed him.

There was still a large patch of Becky's blood in childbirth on the mud floor in the cave, but nothing else.

Lan Yan looked around the cave, choking and trembling uncontrollably.

"Go and tell them to come back, and spread out around here to search for them. Once there is a clue, come back and report it immediately." Winster said.

"I lost her." He looked back at Winster with those elf-like silver eyes, and said with difficulty.His thin shoulders twitched, and the wound on his wrist was still slightly bleeding. "I lost her and she said she would wait here for me."

Winston's Adam's apple slipped, and there was imperceptible... pity in his quiet eyes. "It's not your fault, you've done a good job." He walked over and slowly embraced the helplessly crying child in his arms. "She was taken away, which means she is still alive."

"She needs Xinnasi grass..." Lan Yan cried convulsively, that woman, that female vampire, she is so kind, even if her life is threatened, she is not willing to hurt him, she just wants to watch her child grow up. "Who took her? She is so weak now, who is it? Winster, who is it?" He looked up at him.

"I don't know yet, besides her, Jerome is also missing." Winster said.

Jerome Fergus Torredo, the vampire with blond curly hair, had been entwined with blue smoke and asked him to teach him to paint.

"You need treatment, I'll take you back to the city." Winster carried him and walked out of the cave.

He looked back at the cave that was fading away, and leaned his head on Winster's shoulder.When we parted, Becky cried and said that the picture of needing him was still in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel pain when he thought of it. "You must find her, Winster, you must find her." He murmured and wept and lowered his eyes. This day and night exhausted all his energy. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even breathe. It's all like a burden.

Lan Yan fell into a coma for three days in the castle of the lord of Sola City, Earl Mackin Settt. He was very ill, and the servants had to wipe his body with ice water day and night under the order of the doctor. He woke up when he couldn't hold on.

Opening his eyes, Winston was sitting in the plush chair beside his bed, with a thick ancient book on his lap.

"Finally woke up." Winster gave him a little water.

"Where's Becky?" he asked impatiently.

"It's certain that they were taken away." In the past three days, they searched the mine all over but couldn't find Becky and the child.In order to ascertain the man's attitude and status towards Becky, Winster had already withdrawn the people who were guarding the piece of Xinnasi grass, and just as they withdrew, a piece of Xinnasi grass there was stolen that night. . "Alive." Winston said, looking into Lan Yanxi's eyes. "They took some cinnath grass, presumably to save her."

This time, Lan Yan lay back on the bed with a little peace of mind. Although she didn't know where she was now, as long as she was alive, there was hope.

Since the beginning of autumn, there has been little good weather, and it is gloomy all day long, like a sick child, without any energy.

For some unknown reason, St. Cherier began to circulate some messages, saying that the child in the womb of His Royal Highness Becky, the widow of Prince Lambert, the former Prince Lambert, who was protected by King Winster so hard, was actually his illegitimate child... Various versions of the love and resentment between the three of them have been woven, but no matter which version, the most pitiful one is Lambert who died and was cuckolded by his good brother. They can do anything for love.

It didn't take too much time to go back. The day after Lan Yan woke up, Winster took him back to the White Castle Eisenmeath.

Led by the Chief Steward, Meg Carter, the square late at night was full of servants who greeted them. It was also late autumn, and the grass was withered and yellow, only the ancient forest was still dark green.

Maid Minian and cook Fuli have always cried and worried for Lan Yan since they received the news of Lan Yan's injury. When they saw him again, their eyes were red from crying again. When they went there, they were such a lively child. But he was hugged and wrapped in a thick plush cloak, revealing only a pale little face due to illness.

"Minian, Fuli, good evening." Lan Yan shouted towards them. "Walker, Brian." He saw the worried eyes of the usually cold and taciturn strong men, and nodded to them.

The little white dog was still led by Minian, and when it saw him, it kept wagging its tail and purring excitedly.

After saluting, everyone returned to their jobs, while Minian, Walker and Meg followed Winster to the small courtyard.

According to Meg's orders, Minian had lit the fire in the blue smoke room, which was very warm here compared with the outside.

The temperature is not too low now, it is only late autumn, and there is no need to burn the fireplace.

The quilt was toasted warmly, and the dry and soft feather bed, one fell into it as soon as one lay on it, it was extremely warm.Winston put him down, and told Minian and Walker, "Take good care of him."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The two replied in unison.

After Winster and Meg left, Minian immediately moved to Lan Yan's side, and didn't even stop the little white dog from running to the bed.

"My lord said that you are very ill, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night." The brown-haired maid half-kneeled by the window, holding his thin wrist, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm almost fine." Lan Yan leaned on the satin pillow at the head of the bed, comforting her, while rubbing the big head of the little white dog. "My life is very hard, and it is very difficult for others to kill me." All kinds of scars can consume energy, but the ones left by close people are still difficult to remove.

Minian expressed her longings freely, and talked to him a great deal, and asked him how he had escaped the vampires who attacked them.Finally, he sighed sadly: "Poor Her Royal Highness Becky, poor child, and poor Lord Torredo, I heard that the old prince has passed out from crying."

The old prince of Torredo, is Torredo's father, he is his youngest son.

"Okay, it's late now, you change his clothes and let him have a good sleep." Walker couldn't help but said.

Minian wiped away the tears on her face, nodded, and untied the cloak for Lan Yan.

Time passed day by day, but there was still no news about Becky, as if she had disappeared out of thin air. Lan Yan would often go to the study, and lay down in front of the small wooden piano on the window sill, letting go of her thoughts.

It's officially winter, and the sycamore trees outside the small courtyard have lost all their leaves. At first, there were a few crows and sparrows standing on the bare branches and screaming, but now they have completely disappeared.

Silas Nelson is the most prestigious and respected tailor in Saint-Cherier. Even though he is just a human being without any title, many nobles are willing to invite him to the banquet, and they will be friendly when they meet on the road. Hats off to him.

He has many apprentices, many of whom have become independent tailors, working for him.In his small private workshop, he usually only accepts orders from lords and nobles, and every style he designs will become the most popular style in the city.All of these can make him famous, but they can't make him respect.The real reason for his respect is that he is the real king Winster's royal tailor.

The author has something to say:

There are three reasons why today’s Saturday was not successful. One is that when I was preparing the code words, I was called to eat melons by my friends. The new text setting and character design, very angry.It was delayed.The third is Calvin.

In the follow-up, I still want to code as much as possible, and move forward towards Riliu. After all, my speed of coding is relatively slow.