Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

The flame passed through the gap, and even through the wooden door, one could feel that something was burning inside.

However, if it was on fire, the servants would not be so calm.

"There, what's the matter?" Lan Yan stopped in her tracks.

"That's the Holy Hall, Master Lanyan." The servant replied.

"What's in it? Why is it on fire?" Lan Yan asked.

"It's the Holy Grail inside, and what you see is the burning fire of the Holy Grail."

Lan Yan was a little curious. "Can I go in and have a look?"

"The door is locked and we don't have a key."

"Ok."

When Lan Yan left, Winster had just finished eating and came out of the dining room, with the Duke of Cromwell following behind him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hey, why don't you let me go out?"

The two spoke almost in unison, except that one was calm and the other jumped.

"It's normal if you can't go out, and it's normal if I can go out." Lan Yan glanced at Cromwell, somehow feeling that he seemed to be having fun, why?What's wrong?what's so funny.

"No, you can't go out alone from now on." Winster said.

"Why? Can you send someone to follow me? If I don't run, it's okay if I don't? I'm just looking for someone, really!" Lan Yan begged.

"I mean, you stay where I am." His Majesty the True King ignored his request and walked away. "You don't want to be caught by others, do you? Who do you want to find, I'll send someone to help you find it."

"Huh?" Lan Yan hurriedly followed him like a little tail. "But you don't know him? Besides, besides you blood race, who will arrest me? The sun is so bright outside, how can they arrest me? You can let me go by myself. Oh, oh, you really don't have to worry so much."

He was rambling on, and even grabbed His Majesty's arm, wrinkling his clothes.

Then he caught a glimpse of the Duke of Cromwell snickering again, deliberately grabbed Winster and approached his ear and said, "You're so worried that I don't mean you like me, do you?"

Although he was whispering, he could assure that the vampires and servants in the back heard it, and they definitely listened.

Winston couldn't take it anymore, stopped and pinched his mouth with one hand. "Shut up and take you tonight."

Lan Yan smiled smugly, pulled away Winster's hand, and said happily, "It's more or less the same."

"Okay, you go to sleep." He took two steps back and waved his hands, as if he was obviously throwing it away when he was done using it.

"Oh, by the way, let's go through the road, let's go, let's go together." He said and held Winster's hand affectionately.

Being dragged by him, Winston raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly helpless.

The Duke of Cromwell was a few steps behind them, and said to the side: "This little thing can really play, Your Majesty can really bear it."

"Patience?" the old man with a white beard behind the Duke said with a smile. "I'm looking at His Majesty immersed in it." He is the steward of Cromwell Castle.

The Wackenbat at night is even more chaotic. Drunken strong men are shouting in the gambling halls on the street, or kneading their plump dicks with their arms around them. Pickpockets and robbers stare maliciously at passing by along the way. people, there is a golden saying among them, and it is believed to be a creed, called 'no rich man can leave here in the evening with clothes', if a rich man is allowed to leave Wakeenbat at night intact, it will be them shame.

The main street leading to Necken Butte is the quietest, there are no pedestrians, and thieves don't like to patronize there, but tonight a few ragged gangsters are hiding here drinking, and they saw a gorgeous black The golden-roofed four-wheeled carriage came here from the wealthy district. Under the moonlight, the faces of the driver and the person standing behind the carriage were pale, and their lips were as red as blood.

A few gangsters immediately stood up, vampire?How did they come here?Pick freshmen?

Leslie was among them. He was still sitting on the side of the road, watching the carriage slowly pass by them. Through the glass window of the carriage, he saw the silver-haired man.

blue smoke?is it him?Leslie stood up immediately.

In the carriage, Lan Yan was sitting next to Winster, looking at the houses and streets passing by outside, Wackenbat hadn't changed at all, it was still the same as he remembered.The dusty streets look like houses covered in dust, tall and short, uneven.

He remembered going out from this street, and turning another corner, he came to the really lively street in Wackenbat.

Lan Yan glanced at Winster, feeling that His Majesty the King was a little annoyed.

"Why?" he asked.

"You'd better hurry up, you have to go back to Saint-Cherier tonight," Winster said.

"I know, if you think it's troublesome, you can leave first, you asked to come here yourself." Lan Yan was not polite at all.

"..." The tendon on Winston's forehead jumped violently, he shut up, and looked sideways out of the window.

"Haha, I have nothing to say." Lan Yan leaned over with a smile, trying to break his face to see his devastated expression.

Winston grabbed his hand, his deep black eyes glowing with raging anger. "You'd better keep your distance from me as before." He said coldly.

Lan Yan stopped breathing, and his whole body froze. After being thrown away, he covered his hands and leaned against the car wall trembling slightly. He looked out the window, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

He is afraid, yes, even though he has tried his best to pretend to be indifferent to getting along with Winster, but he has always suppressed his fear of him in his heart, whenever Winster tries to suppress him, restrict him, treat him When he showed that cold and indifferent expression, the fear spread infinitely from the bottom of his heart, entered his blood, penetrated into his bone marrow, gnawed at him like an ant, and paralyzed his limbs with flesh and blood.

A few years have passed, no matter how kind Winston is to him now, he will never forget the warnings and panic when he revealed his identity in the attic, and those scarlet dreams.

The carriage stopped in front of Old Griffin's restaurant, and Lan Yan opened the door first and jumped in. He took a deep breath, cleaned up his expression, and walked inside.

It's past dinner time now, not to mention that the shipping is stagnant during this time, there are no customers in the restaurant, the old Griffin is sitting behind the counter with glasses to settle the accounts, and a guy is cleaning the table, when he sees Lan Yan coming in, he hurried over to say hello He was stopped by Lan Yan.

He walked directly towards Old Griffin, and tapped on the yellow wooden cabinet with his fingers curled up.

Old Griffin adjusted his glasses, squinted his eyes and raised his head to look at the well-dressed young man in front of him. "Good evening, guest, what would you like to order?"

"Good evening, old Griffin, I'm Lan Yan, do you still remember me? I used to work part-time in your shop when I was young." Lan Yan said.

Old Griffin frowned, looked at him carefully, and then opened his eyes wide in surprise. He really couldn't connect this beautiful young man in front of him with that poor little dirty beggar a few years ago .

But the little Griffin who came out of the warehouse recognized him and shouted in surprise: "Lan Yan! It's really you! That's great! You're still alive!"

Little Griffin has grown from a fat white boy to a fat white boy over the years. He ran over happily and wanted to hold Lan Yan's hand, but he saw the expressionless proud vampire behind him. Immediately shrank, stood in place.

"I came here to ask if you know where Sally is?" Lan Yan said with a smile.

His demeanor has long been out of tune with this somewhat dirty restaurant.After the initial excitement passed, Little Griffin felt the difference between them, and suddenly became a little rusty.

"Sally..." Little Griffin called in the direction of the kitchen. "Sally, Lan Yan is back looking for you."

Lan Yan also looked in the direction of the kitchen.

Sally, who was washing the dishes, couldn't believe it.

Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, Lan Yan walked sideways to the kitchen.

In the narrow kitchen, Sally was sitting in front of a large basin full of dishes. His hands were greasy. Seeing him coming in, he quickly wiped off the same dirty apron, leaned against the wall, and struggled to stand up. stand up.