Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Gusjoy strutted out of the room where the Pope was held, drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp, and then walked dejectedly to the room where the former Prince Hezlet Lesenbra was.

He dutifully reported to him about the Pope's situation. Heslett and the former Prince Bradley McAvian were sitting on the gray sofa by the fireplace and were discussing things before he came.

"Let him bleed." Bradley had a strange smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake. "Weaken him, but don't put him to sleep, and then unchain him."

"Here, you give me another two days, and I will be able to convince him." Gusjoy said weakly.

"You were the one who hugged him, and you were the one who brought us here, what? If I give you two more days, can I erase his hatred for you?" Bradley looked at him It's like looking at a crap.

"Do what Bradley says, you know what it's like to defy us," Huslett said.

Gusjoy lowered his head to prevent them from seeing the anger in his eyes. When he first knew this group of vampires, they respected and loved him so much, but now...

He exited the room and went to the kitchen angrily. There was still a fire in the stove. The four nuns were curled up and sleeping behind the warm stove. They only left enough people to serve them and help them with their work. killed.

"Get up! Get up!" He picked up the cane beside him and beat them hard. "Who told you to sleep here, who allowed it? Hurry up and get out of my room!"

The nuns woke up screaming and fled to hide.Because there was not much wood, the vampires forbade the fireplace to burn in their room. It was too cold in the room, and the walls by the window were covered with frost.

Teenage Celia Conrad hid in a wooden cabinet in the utility room next to the kitchen, watching her companions being beaten through a small gap, tears streaming down her cheeks silently, her teeth chattering, resentful She almost rushed out of the closet to teach this ungrateful and cowardly white-eyed wolf a lesson!She pinched her arm fiercely, forcing herself to endure the monstrous anger, she wanted to wait for an opportunity, she thought, she wanted to find an opportunity to sneak out and tell everyone what happened here!Then bring people back to save everyone, save the Pope.Thinking of the kind and gentle Pope, she wanted to cry again. Hearing that they also turned the Pope into a vampire, what a torture it was for him!

Lan Yan's reputation is limited to the manor. In his manor, he is the owner of the mansion and the three villages. But in Orvieto, no one recognizes him. Oh, maybe let's talk about him again. Being the owner of the racecourse that was once bustling and full of business, people will have a little influence, but that's all.

In the city, he could not implement his own epidemic prevention measures, and no one would listen to him. He had also been to the cathedral of Gaia, and the monks were willing to listen to him, but they could not persuade the people without the order of the Pope, let alone What's more, the weather is bad now, and few people are willing to come out.

He was also very worried about the Pope. The nun said that he was seriously ill and did not know how serious it was.

Two days later, he received a letter from Winster, which said that he would come to Vinmons soon, and that he would come to completely wipe out the rebels who fled here to make trouble. There were three long sheets of letter paper. Expressing his thoughts and worries about him, he said that he wanted to take him back to Saint-Cherier, even if everything remained the same, he would not ask him for more.

In the pure white castle Eisenmeath in the distance, Winston sat behind a desk full of papers in the library, flipping through blue smoke's picture books, and the dim yellow candlelight shone on his graceful and handsome profile.

The old fortune-teller Augustus Garcia walked in through the door with a pear-wood cane.

Winston raised his head and said, "You should lie in bed and rest more." The old fortune teller was covered with old bones. After this ordeal, he seemed to be able to hear the creaking of old bones when he walked. Voice.

"Your Majesty, you can't go to Vinmons yet." Augustus said, and the servant helped him to sit on the sofa beside him.

"I've endured long enough," Winston said. "I almost never saw him again."

"Your Majesty, if you go now, then one day in the future, you will still regret it."

"No, I won't, Garcia, I knew what I wanted from the beginning to the end."

"If you'd known, you wouldn't have sent him to Vinmons."

Winster was silent, and that stubborn young man seemed to appear in front of his eyes again, propping up the desk and approaching him, tilting his head and pretending to be hateful, he said to him, the more you won't let me do something, the more I will do what.So lively and naughty, as if he could hold him in his arms with his hand, caressing and pampering him heartily.

"You can't let Viaken ignore him for him, just like he doesn't want to become a blood for you." The old fortune-teller said again.

"You are wrong, Garcia, I sent him to Viaken just because I know what he wants." Winster said. "I can protect Viaken, but why can't I protect him? It's just that what I can't get can always cause commotion. If I keep him by my side, the freedom he wants will become a thorn in his heart. I'm afraid When you die, you will all hate me for this, and remember the teasing and ruthlessness I played with him back then."

"He likes freedom, he longs for freedom, I let him taste the taste of freedom, let him know that even if he is far away from me, he can't leave my shelter. Now, he knows, I want him to come back to me. "

The old fortune-teller's white beard curled up: "So, what if one day he committed a catastrophe and all the members of the thirteen clans asked you to kill him and exile him?"

"There won't be that day."

"Fate is unpredictable."

"Then I will withstand the falling sky."

The old fortune-teller looked at the real king above the high position, and the vision in his cloudy eyes was so far-reaching.With the help of his servants, he stood up and said: "Even so, even if you protect him so low, the suffering he will suffer will not be reduced. The more he resists and becomes a blood race, the more fate wants him to become a blood race, because he originally The one who belongs here, he is destined to become the true king from birth. And you, one day you will regret it!"

"He doesn't have to be a blood clan if he doesn't want to be a blood clan. I am a true king in this world is enough." Winston showed his anger in front of the old man for the first time, and golden light flashed in his black eyes, as if hell came out. The flaming magma is dangerous and terrifying. "Also, you are still wrong. Fate told me a long time ago. In fact, many things will be regretted no matter what I choose. Then why don't I keep him by my side? At least I am sure now that I will not regret it."

"Fate will prevent you from leaving!" The old fortune teller was not afraid at all, he squinted his eyes and looked at the real king, and then slowly left with the help of his servants.

There were sprayed blood everywhere in the room, some dried up and some were still sticky. The fat body of Lucius Mark, the owner of the grain store, was lying on the side. Calling for help.There was a big gash on his neck, his clothes were torn apart, his body was covered in blood, as if he had been bitten by a wild animal, his hands and feet were brutally broken, and the stiff corpse lay flat with a strange movement .

This is what Pope Sirius saw when he woke up.

"Finally awake? How is it? Isn't the taste of killing and drinking blood very refreshing?" Gusjoy leaned against the narrow window and took a deep breath. "There is a wonderful smell in this room."

Sirius looked at his blood-stained hands in disbelief, the holy white robe and the silver cross on his chest were also stained red, like dirty rust.

"Now you should still be able to recall that sweet taste between your lips and teeth? Oh, poor Lucius, his wife and children are still eagerly looking forward to his return. The pillar of the family is dead. How sad and hesitant? Do you want to send his body back? My lord Pope?"

Sirius sat slumped by the wall, recalling what happened yesterday, his rationality was completely driven out by the instinct of the vampire, like a beast that only knows how to fill its stomach.

"He must be begging you for mercy, right? He loves you so much, even if the city is full of dead people suffering from the plague, and the roads are covered with thick ice and snow, he will still come and bring you food." Gusjoy deliberately satirized road.

The pope looked up at him, the pain and depression in his eyes had disappeared, and he still looked at him with that gentle look, as if he was still the father of mankind on earth, and anyone could confide in him and seek support from him . "Gusjoy Lord," said the pope. "Suffering warps your soul, and what you're doing is not what you really want to do."

"What are you talking about?" Gusjoy said angrily, with the smile on his face broken. "You are the same as me now! You also killed people and drank human blood, so why do you put on a noble face to teach me!"

"What I did was not what I wanted to do." The Pope stroked the dead man's face with his broad palm, causing him to close his eyes. He then held the blood-stained silver cross and softly recited his prayers.

"Why! Why!" Gusjoy rushed over, grabbed the Pope by his collar and pushed him against the wall, gritting his teeth. "You killed someone! You killed someone! You are the pope, how can you be so calm!"

"I agree," said the pope.

Gusjoy froze, in disbelief.

"I agree, you go and tell them, I agree to summon nine cardinals to Orvieto, and make a public statement to accept you." The pope said slowly.

Gusjoy let go, laughing mournfully. "My lord, you are nothing more than that!"

"However, the time and place are up to me to decide. Go and tell them. If they agree, then I will agree." The Pope said again.

"Okay, okay, I think they'll agree." Gusjoy walked out of the room with a sneer.

The condition of the manor is good, and there has been no snow recently. If the sun is willing to come out, the temperature will return immediately, and the animals that have been kept in the pen can be released for a walk.

Lime powder has been distributed, and the villagers sprinkled it on the house according to Lan Yan's request.Lan Yan was very worried about the Pope, and visited several times during the period, but was still turned away.

A year passed like this, and when the sun came down again, it must be in the spring.

Pope Sirius gained limited freedom and was allowed to walk around the palace, but he was still not allowed to go out.In the afternoon, he would go to the kitchen and talk to the nuns. Gusjoy would eavesdrop at first, but what they said was nothing more than comforting each other, and they let it go.

Celia, who was hiding in the cabinet, looked at the Pope, and finally couldn't help making a noise.

"Who is it?" the pope asked, standing up.

"It's Celia," said the old nun.

Celia gently pushed open the cabinet door, and the Pope walked into the utility room, hugging her in surprise. "My lord pope!" Celia choked up and shouted.

"I thought, I thought you had..." The Pope looked at her distressedly.

"I hid, and they thought I ran away. Gusjoy, Gusjoy, he's so bad, I used to fight with him, and taunted him, and he hated me, if I didn't hide, He will definitely be tortured to death."

"You have to leave here. They just don't know that you are still alive. I will help you leave. You go out of the city to find Lan Yan, and ask him to write to His Majesty the real king, and let the blood of Viaken come to help us." The Pope said .

"Why don't we go together? Let's leave together?" Celia begged.

"They are hiding here. If we all leave, they are worried that if we tell this, we may massacre in the city. And they don't know you are here, you can leave, remember, you see Lan Yan, after telling him the matter, tell him to wait until the real king arrives before he can act."

"Then you must wait for us to rescue you." Celia sobbed.

"it is good."

"Also, I hope you know that no matter what you become, you will always be our most respected Lord Pope."

"I know." The Pope said with relief.

In the early morning of the next day, when the vampires were most relaxed, Celia left the Papal Palace of Pergata through the small door at the back, and no one has seen her since then.

Until, one night a few days later, the Pope, who was walking through the corridor, heard a scream from the attic. He hurried to check, but found that Gusjoy and two other vampires were tearing the girl's body, Blood hung from the corners of their mouths, and their fangs gleamed coldly.

Poor Celia had only time to look at him before she died.

The convening letters have been sent out, and the cardinals from other dioceses will come to Orvieto soon. The Pope sat next to the old nun and said that the conference will be held in the name of a prayer conference, and the place will be in front of the Pope's Palace. In the circular square, people from all over the city can come to participate.He has chosen the day.

The old nun said that the sun will shine on the earth that day, dispelling all the darkness and cold.