Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Old Hall took Tabetha's hand and kissed the back of her white tender hand. "They are not so easy to deal with, you don't know, when they are serious, those eyes like ice look at you, you will feel like a sheep being stared at by a beast, you don't dare to think about it, what? I dare not do it, I can only stand there and tremble, let alone play tricks."

"But Master Little Toreado gave me a very good feeling, like a spring breeze, a pleasant breeze, if I hadn't already had you, I would have fallen drunk in that kid's arms, don't blame Shirley for being obsessed with him." Tabetha said coquettishly.

"That's when they smile and reason, and they're naturally personable. You know how terrible it is when they're angry and mad."

"Useless people are not afraid when they are angry. Anger and disaster should be deterrent to those in power. When Tours gets that quota, I hope they can also train him to be such a strong man who says nothing."

"Speaking of this, Tours is the eldest son of my Hall family. His courage is much better than mine..."

Old Hall looked at the wall clock, counted the time, and waited until he felt that it was almost ready before getting up, and under the service of Tabetha, he changed into his out-of-the-way clothes and put on a black velvet cloak for the cold.

This time was just enough for him to take the carriage and arrive at Eisenmeath Castle before the dawn vampires fell into daydreams, and there was enough time to report Lan Yan's death.

The rain has stopped, and the ground is wet. Some of the flowers in the rose garden in Eisenmeath Castle were knocked to the ground by the cold wind. Tomorrow morning, the artisans will trim off the unsightly branches and fallen leaves, so that The gardens are restored to the delights of a sunny day.

The round pure white castle is brightly lit. Unlike the noise of the servants during the day, the servants walk without a sound at night and work quickly and neatly.The real king, Winston Rancher Vanjo, and his two attendants rushed back from Bruch's fief, and the steward, Meg Carter, had already received the letter from the crow and waited for a long time.

In the study room, the servant brought steaming black tea, and Meg personally served it to Winster who was sitting behind the large desk.

"Pansy is seriously injured." Winster sat behind the carved mahogany table, leaned in the plush chair, took a sip of black tea.Pansy Bruch is the great elder of the Bruch clan, and was seriously injured by a sneak attack due to the turmoil within the clan.

"Did you find out who was hurt?" Meg clasped her hands, and stood aside respectfully with her head bowed.

"The Thirteenth Elder Powick."

"The freshman?" asked Meg.

"Yes." Winston smiled lightly. "Relying on outstanding talent, impetuous and unruly personality, still needs to be honed."

"Perhaps, Gardner is more suitable for the position of prince. As far as I know, he is more supported by the Bruch family."

Gardner is the sixth elder in the Bruch family, and these three elders are evenly matched, among them, Bowick is a freshman and came from behind.

Winston shook his head. "Becky is pregnant, and Gardner is too vicious. If he becomes the prince, it will be difficult for Becky and her son."

The more capable and pure the blood clan, the pure-blood offspring may inherit all the abilities of the parents and mother.When it is a hindrance, there is a good chance that the child will be stillborn.

"What?" asked Meg in surprise.

"Becky didn't even know it. I was the first to find out. That child has only been born for eighteen days. Lambert is my close relative, his heir, and I want to give him asylum," Winster said.

"You are a true king of kindness." Meg admired in a low voice.

"The infighting is too cruel, Meg. I will extinguish any signs that may cause internal strife."

"It is precisely because of your kindness and justice that the balance and prosperity of the thirteen ethnic groups can be maintained for thousands of years."

After a moment of silence in the study, Meg asked again: "Then what are your plans? Do you need to bring Her Royal Highness Becky to our place?"

"She is too sad, and her body is very weak. Fortunately, that child is very tenacious. I have already sent people to escort them back to Becky's mother family. I have set the duel day in six months, when Becky's child Stabilized and Pencey's injury will return to normal."

"Clan affairs..."

"Temporarily shared by 13 people, important matters will be decided by voting..."

"Tuk tuk." There was a knock on the door, and the servant came in, saying that Old Hall had come and he had something important to report.

It was only then that Winston remembered the child he had picked up, pressed his forehead, and said, "Bring him in." He was busy dealing with the affairs of the Bruch family these days, but he forgot about Bai Ling.

The servant was ordered to step back.

"Partridge Hall was here just two days ago, and he said the boy was awake and well," said Meg.

"If you're sure he's fully recovered, you can bring him here yourself tomorrow." Winston rested his elbows on the armrest padded with red velvet, rubbing his slender, white fingers unconsciously. "That child is Bai Ling, who is rarely seen in a thousand years. He must be raised well, and many tragedies may be prevented in the future."

"Yes," said Meg