Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

After Lan Yan changed her clothes, it was already dark outside.It was dark, and people were coming and going in the castle courtyard.

He walked out of the room, but almost bumped into the dark-haired vampire. "It's just in time, I was just about to ask you, what do you mean? I like to eat dinner alone?" He was wearing a black dress, his half-length silver hair was tied behind his head with a ribbon, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his expression was unhappy, and he looked excited The appearance of questioning guilt.

The two of them haven't talked properly since that day, and inexplicable anxiety followed them.

Winster had already changed his clothes. He was dressed in black and had black hair. He belonged to the night. In the corridor hung with landscape oil paintings, the red carpet was paved. He was tall and his shadow was half covered with blue smoke and candlelight. Shining on his clean side face, his skin was pale and bloodless, but his beautifully shaped lips were as crimson as vermilion.

Adrian stood behind him, and when he heard Lan Yan's angry words, he quickly lowered his head.

"You are ready to leave, and the matter of the blood race has nothing to do with you." Winster looked at Lan Yan calmly. "You don't have to attend the banquet tonight."

He watched the man's brows become tighter and tighter with his words, and finally spread out suddenly. Those silver eyes were hidden by the dancing candle flames, as if there was fire.

"Then why did Prince Hezlet Lesenbulla invite me? He can't fail to understand your face and insist on inviting me." Lan Yan said.

"He wants to curry favor with you, so of course he has his purpose. Do you think you have anything else worth his attention besides your flesh and blood?" Winster said bluntly.

Lan Yan carefully observed Winster's expression without blinking his eyes, not letting go of the slightest change.

"I've already said that you're sick and need to recuperate, so you're not suitable for dinner." Winster didn't back away either, but compared to Lan Yan's sharp eyes, he seemed gentle and tolerant.

"Winster, what are you hiding from me?" Lan Yan asked. "What's the purpose of Hezlet?"

"One of his vassals fell into a mania. He wanted to please you and get you to agree to bloodletting. They all knew about your rescue of Becky. But if you don't agree, I think the next step is for them to unite Ask me to hand you over," Winston said.

Lan Yan was stunned, her expression softened. "That's it. So you want to send me away, you don't want to fight against your people, and you don't want me to be hurt, do you?"

For Winston, for thousands of years, he has endured loneliness almost all of his life for Viaken, to fulfill his father's last wish, to push back that dark and heavy era, and for the sake of light and the future, he will not easily Instigating war, when the tribe has a 'just' reason, he can hardly refuse their demands.What's more, when the current undercurrent is surging, when the earth starts to bleed and another King Ren appears in the prophecy, he fears that he won't have time to protect Lan Yan anymore.

Lan Yan, he is too weak, he is beautiful, delicate, and slender, he is stubborn, tenacious, and unyielding, he is like an elf, but he is so weak that he seems only suitable for pampering.

Winston could not help feeling sorry for him.He even woke up from nightmares many times. He dreamed that he was lying silently in the black-red blood, and the silver-colored satin hair was soaked in the scarlet liquid.Winster couldn't imagine what this dream represented, because he almost never dreamed, unless it was a premonition from the future.

"Yes." Winster felt sour in his heart, looking into his eyes, from soft and warm, to surprise and excitement, and then to loss and depression.

"I see." He pursed his lips hard, looked down at his feet, and sniffed, seemingly embarrassed. "I understand what you mean." He raised his head and smiled again, his eyes were moist for some reason, and the eye sockets and nose were pink. "I listen to you, I won't go to the dinner party, and I will go to Achamai until I leave. I won't cause you any more trouble."

He misunderstood, Lan Yan thought, in fact, he doesn’t care about many things, as long as he is happy, it’s so nice to be happy, how rare it is to be happy, maybe it’s easy for others to be happy, but it’s very difficult for him Ah, and just when he really felt happy beside Winster, Winster wanted to send him away.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and deliberately stopped looking at Winster. "Okay, I'm going back to my room. I'll have dinner in my room." He pointed behind him and said. "I am leaving."

At that moment, Winston leaned forward, almost unable to control himself to take the injured man into his arms. Only after he really tried to hold him in his arms did he realize how good the taste was, enough to make him suffer. Live countless endless nights.

Lan Yan nodded, turned around and staggered, and was supported by Sally.

Adrian sighed silently in his heart, watching His Majesty's outstretched hand be empty.

In fact, when Winster first said that he would let him go, Lan Yan didn't take his words to heart. He didn't believe that Winster was reluctant to let him go. His majesty did not let go of his hand.

But what he said just now made him really realize that it was true and this was not a casual joke of Winston.

The vampire who saved him again and again, really let him go as he had wished.Sadly, instead of joy, he was full of disappointment.

The sunlight in the city of Vauagher is no different from the sunlight in Saint-Cherier, it is equally dazzling and hot. Sally drew the curtains and tied them, and the warm autumn sun directly shone on the soft feather bed, and the silk satin under the sunlight Glittering, Lan Yan raised his hand to cover his face, that hand was slender and graceful, with a few messy pink scars on his wrist, he was really thin, he almost stayed up all night last night, and only closed his eyes drowsily in the early morning.

"It's already noon, and I'm worried that you got sick from the cold wind last night." Sally limped to the bed, his tall body cast a huge shadow, shrouded in blue smoke, he stretched out his rough He touched Lan Yan's forehead with his big palm, and he was relieved after making sure that it was all right.

Lan Yan stretched, sat up, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's one o'clock. I've already had lunch." Sally took out the clothes she had prepared and wanted to wait for him to get up. "What did you do last night? Sleep until now."

"Nothing, just excited. Thinking about the days when we went to Wenmengs, I am happy. Hey, I must ask Winster to pay me for the more than 1000 gold coins when we leave. After all, is it his servant who stole it? He I should pay for it." He said carelessly.

"More than 1000 gold coins?" Sally shouted in surprise. "That's a huge sum of money, enough for us to buy a large piece of land as a master."

"Yes." Lan Yan said. "At that time, I invested in you, and you can do whatever you want."

"What about you? What do you want to do?" Sally asked.

"Buy a manor and be a master." Lan Yan laughed. "There must be a forest, a creek, and a large grassland where horses can be raised. The mansion can be small, and the stables can be larger. Then, I will open a horse racing hall in the city. This is my little hobby. .”

"Huh? I thought you would open an art gallery. I think if you are serious about becoming a painter, you will definitely be famous in the mainland." Sally said.

"Your words sound familiar." Lan Yan rubbed her chin. "Someone seems to have told me this before, but painting is not my hobby, it's a skill. I might become a painter when I go bankrupt."

"You, we haven't even started yet, you're saying you're bankrupt..."

Lan Yan laughed loudly, and Sally also grinned, showing a mouthful of big white teeth.He waited on Lan Yan to change his clothes, holding a wooden comb inlaid with rubies in his big hand to comb his silver hair deftly.While talking and laughing, there was joy, but Lan Yan looked at himself in the mirror, and there seemed to be something heavy in his eyes that made him feel heavy.

"When I was young, I felt that you were not an ordinary person. I thought that you would be very successful in the future. You have a kind of nobility on your body, just like those noble families I have seen before, and you are more..."

Sally's words gradually disappeared, and Lan Yan was a little distracted.He is a little confused, what is he going to do?What exactly does he want?

After lunch, Lan Yan went downstairs, and was about to go out for a walk in the yard with Sally, basking in the sun.

When I walked to the entrance of the hall, I saw several men standing together not far away, with serious expressions on their faces. One of them looked very stern and stern, and he was saying something, as if he was warning. The head and shoulders lowered a little.

"Who is that person?" Lan Yan asked.

"It's the daytime supervisor here, just like Brian, who manages the castle during the daytime," Sally said.

"However, my lord, they are really seriously ill. There is only one child left in that small village who is still alive, and no one has dealt with the body. We dare not go in. Please tell the city owner to let the medical center Send someone..." A man held a worn handkerchief, and while talking, suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and coughed.

Lan Yan narrowed his eyes, and he saw blood spurting from the farmer's nose.

The rest of the people hurriedly pushed away a few steps, and the man who gave orders immediately scolded: "Now the masters are busy entertaining His Majesty the real king, there is no time to deal with your affairs, after this period of time, it will naturally be dealt with, you That's it, just rest at home, by the way, where is that child now?"

"My lord, at my house." The coughing man replied.

Lan Yan frowned, and when she was about to go over and ask for clarification, a shout came from behind, and when she looked back, it turned out to be His Royal Highness Prince Heslet Lesenbulla.At noon, it should be the time when vampires sleep well, Lan Yan wondered in her heart.

"Your Highness." Lan Yan slightly lowered her head towards him, revealing her slender and fair neck.

Hezlet Lesenbulla supported the carved wooden stair railing, and descended gracefully and slowly. Although he had an approachable smile on his face, his blood-red eyes still looked a bit cold.

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