Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan frowned. Winster is a pure-blooded vampire. He became a true king because of his superior talent and the ability to inherit his powerful parents. Gusjoy, he is just a human being. His talents and abilities are only at the level of elders... At least, Lan Yan has read so many books in Winster's library, among them is the book on the statistics of freshmen's talents, and the records in it are like this.

He couldn't help but think of the new queen of Chesterston...

"Could it be that he drank or ate something to become the real king?" Smoke rose from the houses in the village in the distance, and the sycamore tree in the yard had already lost all its leaves. Looking out from the tall glass windows.

"This is unlikely." The butler wore a black uniform and stood upright in front of the desk. His name was John Scott, from Vioieto, he was tall and slightly fat. They are very strict, and their faces are often serious or expressionless. "If he wants to rely on the prescription of "Pamedano" to raise his power to the level of a real king, even if he drinks the soup and drowns himself, he can't do it."

Lan Yan happened to be drinking tea, and almost spit it out in one gulp, choking, but holding back because of politeness.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" John still cared blankly.

"Ahem, I'm sorry." Lan Yan put down her teacup and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "John, how do you know these things so well?"

"I've seen "Palmedano." John calmly dropped a bomb again.

"What?" Lan Yan asked in shock.

"I have seen "Palmedano", and my former owner was His Royal Highness Prince Lambert Bruch." John Scott said.

Lan Yan showed an incredible expression, because John looked very young. "How old are you?"

"Forty-six, sir."

"Then why did you read "Palmedano"?" Lan Yan remembered that Lambert died very early, and the banned book seemed to have been circulated in the past one or two years.

"His Royal Highness also likes to read medical books, and once discussed with His Majesty the True King all night how to solve the problem of the world-weary blood race." John said. "That book was recounted to me word by word by His Majesty the True King. He read it and I wrote it."

In other words, Winster himself had not only read "Palmedano" a long time ago, but also memorized it word by word in his mind. No wonder when he received the book presented by Oliver, he threw it directly into the burning fireplace inside.

"By the way, the Boyle bitch gave birth today," John said.

"Oh." Lan Yan thought for a while and said. "Is that the one on the ranch?" He knew quite a few villagers in the village, and they respected him very much, but he still couldn't remember their names accurately.

"Yes, eight puppies were born, and one of them was white. They heard that you liked puppies and wanted to give them to you."

There are three tall windows in the study room. There are wooden bookshelves up to the six-meter-high ceiling against the wall. There is a large desk on one side. In front of the window is a piano and an easel. The lighting is excellent.It's not like Eisenmisburg, because the curtains in that castle are closed most of the time, and the rooms and corridors are dark, and they need to rely on candles for lighting.

They have been separated for nearly two months. There are no day and night taboos here, and there are no vampires who confuse people. Although John and Noelle often tell him about Viaken, the manor is peaceful day after day Lan Yan's life has already reminded Lan Yan of the Pure White Castle, as if it had been a lifetime ago.

Everything here often makes Lan Yan feel that Winster is actually by his side. Sometimes he wakes up from his sleep and calls out Winster's name in the room.But the reality is that Viaken is in a mess, Winster is entangled in many things, and they are separated by thousands of miles, and Lan Yan does not easily express her gloomy emotions anymore.

The next morning, the ranch owner's wife came with her daughter. The little girl was about eight or nine years old, but she was lively and cheerful, not shy at all. She was wearing a red polka-dot white skirt and a white hat. In his hand was a small bamboo basket covered with a white towel.

They only stood at the door of the house, and Lan Yan invited them in, but they were shyly worried that their shoes would stain the beautiful and expensive carpet in the living room.

"Hey, give the puppy to the master." Rhea Boyle patted the little daughter on the shoulder.

Little Anasta Boyle raised the basket with both hands, handed it to Lan Yan, and said in a sticky voice, "For you, master."

Lan Yan took it and lifted the towel. The little milk dog's eyes hadn't been opened yet, and it was humming and chirping. It was so hot that it made people's hearts soften instantly. "Thank you, the puppy is very cute."

"It's fine to feed it with hot milk. I heard that you have raised a puppy before." Rhea said with a smile.

"Yes." Lan Yan saw the baby bottle in the bamboo basket, and he handed it to John Scott behind him, then bent down and pinched little Anastas's fleshy cheek, and said jokingly: "Ah Will Nasta be reluctant?"

"No!" the little girl said sweetly with her big blue eyes open. "There are a lot of puppies at home, I'm glad you love dogs as much as we do."

"So good." Lan Yan said, he turned his head, and a servant came over, holding a doll and canned candy that had been prepared a long time ago.The puppy was taken out of the bamboo basket, barking like a baby, John returned the bamboo basket and towel to Rhea, and Lan Yan stuffed candies and dolls into Anastas.

"Thank you, sir," said the little girl.

"You're welcome, this is just a return of our affection." Lan Yan said.

"Then are we friends?" Anastasia said innocently.

But her mother, Rhea, felt offended by Lan Yan, hurriedly stopped her, and scolded: "Anasta! The rules I taught you."

"Of course it is." Lan Yan said softly to the little girl, ignoring Rhea.

In fact, Lan Yan doesn't really want to keep a dog anymore, but John said that since the villagers offered it on his own initiative, he suggested that he accept it. This is a way for them to express their gratitude to him. If they don't accept it, it will cause the opposite In addition, Lan Yan often receives new varieties of flowers from Qiu Qi's family. Their family is very good at planting flowers, and many people will take the initiative to help his horse farm in their spare time. At that time, they cut the last wave of grass. Of course, Lan Yan would also provide food and rewards, although John said that there was no need to pay, because helping the master to do some farm work was what they should do.

The puppy is temporarily handed over to a maid to take care of and feed it. Lan Yan needs to go to the city to check the situation at the racecourse. The person in charge of the racecourse, Barney Clark, will teach him some things, and Sally is almost staying at home during this time. When I was there, I studied and helped at the same time.

Lan Yan knew how powerful Winster was a long time ago. He had been waiting, waiting for peace from Viaken and the news that Winster had recovered the rebel party. He had no doubts about it.

It's winter, and Vioieto is colder than Saint-Cherier. Lan Yan came back late a few nights ago, caught a cold, and had a fever the next day. She lay in bed with flushed cheeks, working as a servant. When people came to wake him up, they found that he was unconscious, so they hurriedly called a monk who knew medical skills over.

The fireplace in the room was burning, and the cold wind was raging outside. After checking Lan Yan's condition, the black-robed monk said, "No big problem, it's just a cold. Just follow what I said, and he will recover soon. healthy."

"Oh, thank God." John breathed a sigh of relief, imitating them and crossing his chest.

Recently, there is a plague in the border area of ​​Vinmons. The Pope still sent many monks and nuns with medical skills to help the refugees. Today, the monks who came to treat Lan Yan did not meet the standard that John could treat his master. He didn't want it. What serious illness did Lan Yan have at this time. "When will Brother Swiddy be back?" he asked.

"It's not clear, the Pope sent him to Mudovala a few days ago."

"He went there too? Then who sees the Pope?"

"The Pope is healthy and strong. If there are some minor illnesses, I can also treat him."

John nodded, and sent a carriage to take the monk back to the village.