Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan's eyes suddenly went dark, the full moon and light spots disappeared, thin clouds covered his eyes, black mist floated around him, and his body began to fall rapidly.

Is he dead?Where is he going?Is it back to modern times?Never see Winster again?he thought in a panic.

On the pier by the Bogolu River, he and Sally ran freely and happily, with light in their eyes. "Blue smoke! Hurry up!" he shouted.

"We must get this spot. As long as he dies and the spot becomes vacant, everything will be easy." In the dark, he saw the serious and mean old Hall saying this to his wife.

"I'm really worried that this child will die, he's too thin." In the small courtyard on the right side of the pure white round castle, he heard the fat red-haired cook Fuli say to Brian.

"No, don't worry, Lan Yan will definitely grow up healthy." The strong man Brian sat on the wooden chair beside the long table with the little white dog in his arms, leaning on a four-foot-long iron rod beside him.

"As long as I think about the things here, I can know." On the steps of the tower, the black-haired vampire's broad palm rested on the young child's heart.

It was Winster, he was so indifferent at that time, his eyes were full of warning and chill, as if he was just an object.Even so, Lan Yan still couldn't help laughing sadly, who let this proud vampire finally fall into his hands.

"The blood race has no soul, smoke, our souls are all fastened in the routi, we cannot be free, we can only disappear with the destruction of the routi. Sometimes, death is indeed a kind of relief." Under the sunset, in the evening wind, Becky said sadly.

"But I don't want to die yet." Lan Yan said, "I want to see someone, even if I leave, I still hope to say goodbye to him."

He was still falling, but the appearance of Torredo appeared in front of his eyes again, I am really going to die, why did they all appear in front of my eyes.

"Lan Yan, wait for me here." Said the vampire with blond curly hair. He was wearing shabby clothes, with unhealed whip wounds everywhere on his pale skin.

Lan Yan cried again. "Don't go, don't go, Torredo!" he cried.

The moment he fell off the cliff, Winster reappeared like a god and embraced him in his arms.

How much I want to hug him again, Lan Yan thought, and traced his face carefully with her fingers.

Even if, even if...

"Do you want to become a blood race?" Winster asked him in front of the holy Pope's palace. He gave him the freedom he wanted and gave him enough shelter for his freedom.

"Are you going to stay in this world forever for me?" asked the black-haired vampire drawn by his fingertips.

me……

I don't know, Lan Yan choked up...

Floating or falling, the blue smoke is already somewhat indistinguishable...

The wind and snow danced wildly outside, the sky and the ground seemed to be falling down, and the wind roared like an anger, making a frightening sound.

In the backyard of the manor mansion, Sally was wearing a thick black cashmere coat and came out of the woodshed with a pile of dry wood in his arms. His tall body was stooped to avoid the wind and snow, and his flaxen hair was messily blown against his face. On the morning, he limped quickly and carefully across the icy courtyard and into the house covered with thick white snow.

John Scott covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed. The snowflakes drifted into the house. He closed the heavy wooden door for him, and the sound of howling wind and snow was immediately cut off from the door.

"Why don't you stay in the room? It's so cold in here!" Sally said with concern.

John coughed and said, "The water in the water tank was frozen. I brought two buckets of well water back for Warren. In this damn weather, only the steaming well water remained unfrozen."

Warren Siebel is their cook, she has no family, and the real king Winster arranged to come from Viaken.After Lan Yan fell ill, the servants went home separately, now only they and Lan Yan are the only ones staying in this big house.

Now it is impossible to go shopping in the city, the roads are frozen, horse-drawn carriages cannot pass, and the plague over there is also very serious.A few days ago, she broke her leg when she was picking vegetables in the vegetable garden. Fortunately, a passing villager found her and brought her back in time. Otherwise, she would have been frozen to death in this icy and snowy place.

"I'll just go, you're already sick."

"It's okay. I'm just coughing. My body is as strong as yours. You don't have to worry too much about me." Since the snow fell, John began to cough, and his whole body became haggard. His original black hair also appeared. A lot of white, but fortunately his spirit is not bad, even at this time, he still takes care of his clothes and hair meticulously.

The two walked to the kitchen. In the stove, the flame greedily licked the dry wood. The warm red light was printed on the wall. The beef soup in the pot was bubbling. Varun stirred it with a long spoon. , scoop up a spoonful and taste the flavor.

"It smells so good." Sally put the dry wood beside the stove, bent down, and stuffed two more pieces into it.

"Almost." Varen nodded, limped to the long table where the ingredients were placed, and poured the chopped potatoes and onions into the pot together.

John stood aside and coughed a few more times.

"Come and watch the fire, it's warm here too, I'm going to the stables to feed the animals." Sally said. "It may continue to snow at night, and they will have to hang up warm curtains and add more dry straw."

"Okay, ahem, the chickens and ducks have been fed, and the eggs have been picked up." John said.

Varun lifted the lid of another small pot, looked at it, and stirred it with a spoon. It was specially made for Lan Yan, it was a thick soup, and soft boiled oats, minced meat, and green vegetable leaves were rolled in it. , tomatoes, and some dried herbs, all finely chopped.

"Master's soup is ready," she said, putting down the ladle.

"It's about time, take it out and I'll feed him," John said.

It was extremely cold here, only the wall lamp was still burning, and the other lamps were not lit. Those scattered wall lamps could not illuminate the mansion at all.John walked through the dim and luxurious hall and walked up the stairs to the second floor. On the wooden tray in his hand were white porcelain soup cups with lids, tea, tableware, and napkins, as well as a lighted silver candlestick.

He pushed open the door, and Lan Yan was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping. These days, Sally, John, and the cook took turns to accompany him at night.Everything in the room is as clean and fragrant as usual when many servants are here. Every night before night falls, Sally will move the wooden ladder to light every chandelier in the room with crystal flower branches hanging on the ceiling. Tiny white candles.

The hot air in the room overflowed, and the cold air in the corridor rushed in immediately. John quickly put the tray on the small table beside the bed, turned around and quickly closed the door.

The flame in the fireplace was still burning vigorously, but the wood inside was about to burn out, so he took out a few more pieces from the dustpan with wood pieces on the side, clamped them with tongs, and carefully put them in.

Lan Yan had been in a deep sleep for more than half a month, but there were no bruises on his body that other infected patients would have. His skin was still white and flawless, as if he could wake up at any time, and they always believed that.

John picked up Lan Yan, let him lean on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, put a napkin on his chest, opened the steaming soup cup, blew on it, and was about to feed him when he suddenly heard a knock from outside Voice.

At first he didn't care about it, the wind outside was so strong that it seemed to uproot everything, this is the second floor, maybe something was blown by the wind, he thought so.

But the knocking went on and on, and he was afraid that the panes of the window would break, so he had to put down his spoon and go to the window to draw back the heavy double velvet curtains.

Thick frost had formed under the high glass windows, and it was pitch black outside. It was completely dark in just a short while.

Adrian Arnold Vanjoy stood on the window sill in a black satin cloak pinned at the neckline with a golden rose emblem, and the hood and shoulders were covered with white snowflakes.

"Master Left Attendant!" John shouted in surprise. "I'm going to open the door for you."

Adrian nodded and disappeared.

John covered the soup pot, let Lan Yan lie down again, took the candlestick, went to the door on the first floor, and opened the door latch.

The wind and snow rushed in, and he had to protect the fluttering candle with his palm.Adrian was standing in the snow in front of the door with eight vampires, and there were several large wooden boxes beside him.

"Master Left Attendant." John hurriedly knelt down to salute, but Adrian immediately raised his hand to stop him, and walked into the cold hall with the wind and snow.

"Where are the others?" Adrian asked with a frown. The hall was dim, and the fireplace was not lit. It was almost as cold as outside.

"The plague broke out, and they all went home." After they all came in, John closed the door again.

"Let's find someone else after the plague is over." Adrian took off his drenched cloak displeased, and John quickly took it.

"Yes," John said. "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, after receiving your letter, we came from Saint-Cherier non-stop," Adrian said. "Where is Lan Yan? How is he doing now?"

"At first I kept coughing up blood, and then I was unconscious all the time," John said. "I'll take you to his room."

"I've brought a healer, Harper Chris," he called to the vampire behind him. "follow me."

They walked up the stairs, and John asked again: "Your Majesty, he... the master called His Majesty's name when he was unconscious."

"Your Majesty originally wanted to come with us, but the turmoil in the clan has not yet subsided. The elders do not agree with His Majesty leaving at this time. You know, when His Majesty really wants to do something, no one can stop him, even if he leaves the entire Viking Akon," Adrian said. "Fortunately, the old fortune-teller stepped forward at this time and told him that Lan Yan would survive this catastrophe. No one can change his fate, because these catastrophes were born of him, and he would have been born when he was younger. Encountered, if His Majesty prevents, there will be other catastrophes."

Hubble Chris is a freshman. Two months ago, he was a human being and a doctor with superb medical skills. This time, they also brought many precious medicinal materials over.

The three of them entered the room, and Sally came in after a while. He had already finished his dinner and was here to replace John. When he walked to the hall, he found that the vampires had arrived. He communicated with them briefly and went to the kitchen. Let Valen make some more food.But Varen heard that there was so much food to be made, and immediately told him that there were not enough ingredients, and he would finish eating the day after tomorrow at most.

In this snowy day, they can't go to the city to buy. They all go to the village to buy villagers, or pick vegetables from the vegetable field near the mansion. But now, the heavy snow has frozen many plants to death, and there are not many edible vegetables in the vegetable garden. .

"Master Left Attendant." Sally shouted.Island; Xi; alone; home.

"Sally, thank you for your hard work during this time," Adrian said.

Sally said worriedly, "Is His Majesty not here?"

"He'll come over after he's done with Viaken." Adrian said solemnly, feeling offended. "Everything His Majesty does has his will. You are all loyal servants of Lan Yan. I don't want you to question him. Because he is the one who cares most about Lan Yan's safety."

Hubble Chris carefully examined Lan Yan's body and said, "How did you determine that he was infected with the plague? His body does not have any symptoms of the plague, and there is no blood spot on his body. I have also seen some recovered People, but many of them have symptoms of toe necrosis and skin necrosis, and most of them need to goug out the necrotic part, and become a disabled person after recovery."

"During the day, he suddenly had a high fever and became unconscious. At night, he began to vomit and cough, and the blood he coughed up stained the sheets red." John said hastily. "You mean he's not infected?"

"I believe you must be telling the truth. If you have symptoms of severe vomiting and coughing up blood, you must be infected with the plague." Hubble said. "After being infected with the plague, the patient can only survive for five days at most. According to what you said, he has survived for more than two weeks. This is simply impossible."

"It must be because he wanted to see His Majesty so much that he held on desperately." Sally said sadly. "During that time, he was always sullen when he was alone."

John patted Sally on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Then what's his situation now? When will he wake up." Adrian asked.

"Since there are no bruises on his body, I think he is getting better. As for when he will wake up, I can't be sure, but we can feed him some decoction that can enhance his physique, which will have a great effect on him." Help, and help him wake up earlier."

"Great." Sally said, you know, there is no cure for the plague now, and all the doctors are helpless.

"However, we don't have many medicinal materials here, and the pharmacies outside have been sold out long ago. I don't know what you need?" John asked worriedly.

"You don't need to worry about this, the wooden box we brought contains all the medicinal materials that can be used." Adrian said.

Only then did John and Sally feel relieved.

"Where is the study? I need to write a reply to His Majesty." Adrian asked.

"I'll take you there." John picked up the candlestick and led Adrian out of the room.

"Is this for him?" Hubble said, pointing to the soup cup.

"Yes." Sally touched the outer wall of the white porcelain cup and found that it was already a bit cold.

"Let me see."

Sally hurriedly opened the lid to let him see.

"Well, he can eat all of these." Hubble scooped up the food in the soup with a spoon to check. "But it's not enough. These can barely keep him alive, and it doesn't help him resist the plague. Take me to the kitchen. I need to cook the medicinal materials. This is already cold, so don't give it to him anymore." .”

Varen quickly prepared the vampire's dinner. Sally also helped her when she came to the kitchen. He was very skilled in these things because he had worked in the back kitchen of the restaurant before.

"Our ingredients are almost finished, and we have to go to the village to buy them tomorrow." Varen chopped up a cabbage and said to Sally who was peeling potatoes.

"The village may not be able to buy a lot of food anymore, because the villagers themselves need food for the winter." Sally said in a low voice.

Adrian, who came to the kitchen, looked at the three old, weak, sick and disabled humans, and said, "I will send people to the city to purchase tomorrow, so you don't have to worry too much."

Warren was startled, put down his work, wiped his hands on the apron, and was about to salute him.

"Thank you for preparing dinner for us, no need to salute," Adrian said.

"No, no thanks, my lord, this is what I should do." Varen said nervously.