Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"Are you testing Your Majesty with yourself?" Adrian said.

Lan Yan took a sip from the wine glass at the side and stared at him. "I test him?" Lan Yan sneered. "I don't need to try, he just can't let me go."

"But the situation is really different this time. Those people must know that you live here, and they will come to your door sooner or later. In case you..."

"Then I'll act first. I'll take people to burn down the houses where they're hiding in the daytime tomorrow, to see how long these rats crossing the street can last."

"Don't provoke them," Adrian advised.

"Then tell them not to piss me off!"

"We are weak here. No one can save you from the consequences of your willfulness. If you stay here, they will all stay here. You don't care about your life. Why don't you ask Sally and them? They are not ready to go. Prepare to die."

Lan Yan was silent for a while. "Whoever wants to leave, just leave." He is serious. He has been looking for materials for making gunpowder for the past few days. Where else can a group of vampires hide.They are the masters of the night, and humans are the masters of the day.

In the early morning of the next day, Lan Yan was in the study, writing down the things that needed to be purchased on a piece of paper, and handing them over to the housekeeper John Scott.

"What on earth are you buying these things for?" John asked.

"Make weapons that can fight against vampires." Lan Yan said. "Go to the iron shop in the village and ask, they should know where you can buy it." He specially vacated a room to store materials for making bombs, and now there is a shortage of sulfur. Natural sulfur cannot be bought nearby, so he needs to refine it by himself. .Speaking of sulfur, he thought of the hot springs in the forest behind Eisenmisberg.

"Yes, sir." John carefully folded the paper and put it in his little breast pocket. "Then are you sure you don't plan to leave?"

"That's right, you gather all the servants before noon, I have something to say to them."

"Yes." John turned to leave, then remembered something, turned and said. "The village head of Ente Village came just now."

"What is he here for?" Lan Yan asked.

"The village has not been peaceful these days. Many people who escaped from the city begged from them and even stole things at night. He wanted to ask if you could send someone to drive them away. This is your land."

Lan Yan stood up and looked out of the window. Through the high window of the study, he could see the dense green forest and the bubbling white stream in the distance, while the grassland and wheat fields were withered and yellow.

"Theft will be judged according to the law of the manor. Then, we will take out a little food every day and give it to the village, so that they can distribute it to the refugees." Of course, the most important thing is to kill those vampires who wantonly make trouble, and let those who are displaced and beg can go home.Lan Yan thought.

"They wanted to drive them away," John said. "If you distribute food to those people, they will stay here forever."

Lan Yan was silent again, he just wanted to use his limited strength to help those displaced people. "How many servants do we have here now? How many servants were there in the past?"

"There are only 28 now, compared to 130 and three in the past," John said.In addition to maintaining the operation of the mansion, they need to manage the horse farm behind. There are more than a dozen grooms, horse trainers, and stable boys in it. What's more, they also need to manage the animal house that raises poultry, cattle and sheep, and handles many farms and vegetables. Land, maintain huge pastures and gardens.

"If there are beggars coming over again, let's choose someone from among them." Lan Yan said.

"My lord..." John said in embarrassment.

"what happened?"

"The quality of those people varies, and you have a lot of property in your mansion, just in case..."

"I'm giving them a place to go. If they were smart, they wouldn't do it. So I need you to pick people yourself, and you better pick smart people."

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, there are only you and Sally here. Varen came from Viaken with me. Now, I am going to stay here. If you want to leave, I will not stop you. I will let Adrian arrange it. People will send you back."

John looked at Lan Yan, habitually with his hands behind his back.This tall and fat housekeeper, who always stood up straight and had a meticulous appearance, had aged a lot since he fell ill last winter. "I believe that I will only have two masters in my life. One is the late Prince Lambert Bruch, and the other is you, sir."

"Staying here will be very dangerous." Lan Yan said.

"I'll be where you are," John said again.

"Okay, I will try my best to protect your safety." Lan Yan assured him.

John bowed slightly to him, and left the study.

All day long, Lan Yan planned to stay in the room where he used to make gunpowder, and Sally was still angry with him for refusing to leave. He insisted on staying in this dangerous place, but every time Lan Yan wanted to Whatever he does, he will still take the first step to help him do it.

At noon, Lan Yan told the servants about the current situation, if they want to leave here, they can leave, he will pay them enough commission, and he can also write them a letter of recommendation.

Only two servants left, and the others were all from the vicinity, and they all stayed.

In the afternoon, John brought back an old woman in a dusty black robe. Lan Yan was drinking tea on the balcony on the second floor. It was strange that John always considered his interests in everything, and would never take the initiative to find a burden to come back.

It wasn't until they got closer and walked into the yard that Lan Yan realized that this old man was the old nun who had repeatedly refused him to visit the Pope.

John brought her in front of him and said, "My lord, she is a nun from the Pope's Palace before, and she said she wanted to tell you something."

"Master," the old nun called politely.

Lan Yan felt a little uncomfortable. When the old lady rejected him before, she was so arrogant. Now she is so polite, she must be pretending to be depressed, he can't help but think so.But still politely said: "Hello." Asked her to sit down on the white wooden chair covered with light yellow embroidered satin upholstery, and asked the servant to bring tea again.

The old nun sat down cautiously, her eyes were soft and a little uneasy, and her dry bark-like hands were clasped awkwardly.

Lan Yan personally brought the tea to her and asked, "What do you want to say?"

The old nun looked defensively at John and the maid.

"Go down." Lan Yan said to the maid.

After the maid left, he said again: "Okay, John, it's okay, you can talk now."

"Before the prayer meeting, the Pope told me repeatedly that you are a kind person..." The old nun said slowly...

And the words she said in her old and desolate voice further strengthened Lan Yan's desire to stay here.

Almost all the humans in Orvieto have escaped, and they are still planning to expand, because although the new pope declared war against them, for some reason, no effective measures were taken, and Vinmons is still leaderless. Almost let them occupy the capital.

Soon, the surrounding land and cities will be full of vampires. If they are given time, Vinmons will disappear completely.

The manor house is guarded nightly by vampire guards.Starry night tonight, tomorrow will have a fine weather.The evening wind in spring is still chilly, and under the silver starlight, the green plants sprout new buds.The vampire guard on duty in the attic noticed the figure running fast in the distant field, and immediately rang the alarm bell.

The thick sound of the copper bell rippled round and round in the night sky, and Adrian and the other vampires rushed out immediately.

The battle was about to start, but Adrian noticed something was wrong. He frowned and raised his hand to signal the men behind him to stop.Among the group of people in the distance, the one at the head looks like the real king Winster, but how is it possible? How could the real king appear in Vinmons now?

However, as those people approached, Adrian's brows gradually eased, but his eyes widened.

"Your Majesty!" Adrian and the blood guards behind him bowed their heads together, put their right hands on their hearts, and knelt down.

Winston, who was wearing a black gold-woven cloak, came to them in the blink of an eye. His black hair and black eyes almost blended into the night, and his pale and handsome face was like an indifferent god. "Where is the other?" Winston asked.

"You should still be sleeping in the bedroom, I'll take you there." Adrian got up and said.

Winston squinted his eyes and looked at Adrian, who lowered his head, his eyes were full of deterrence and warning. "You should have taken him back to Saint-Cherier five days ago."

Adrian looked anxiously at the satin corners of the real king's clothes that were stirred by the night wind. The golden thread on the top reflected the shimmer, his scalp was numb, and he knelt down again.Although Winster can be regarded as his uncle, but now he only has a relationship between a monarch and a minister.

"Get your punishment yourself." Winston walked towards the gate of the mansion.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Adrian said.

Lan Yan had that dream again, the broken palace in the dream was so familiar, but he couldn't recognize where it was.

The snow was still falling, and this time he saw the man dragging the corpse staggeringly across the square into the palace, then through the deep and cold halls and corridors, and into the underground palace with stone pillar sculptures.

who is it?He was still puzzled, full of uneasiness and apprehension.

The man's messy silver hair and delicate but torn robe were covered with blood, even though it was just from the back, he looked like a terrifying evil ghost.

Why eat dead bodies?The corpse didn't look like it had just died, why would he eat a corpse that was about to rot?

The man frantically bit the corpse like a wild beast, ate its flesh and blood, and then vomited up in pain, rolling on the ground. His howling sound was so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Whose name is he calling?What is he saying?Why can't he hear?Who is he?

Lan Yan cautiously approached the man, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and was about to touch the man's shoulder when the man suddenly raised his head!

Lan Yan took a deep breath, her heart stopped beating, as if she was about to die in the next moment, her chest hurt like it was about to tear...

He curled up and shyly woke up from his dream.

"What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?" Winston, who was sitting on the head of his bed, touched his forehead.

Lan Yan suddenly opened her eyes, Winster?How could Winster appear in his room, is this a dream within a dream?

Winston leaned over, held him by the shoulders, and made him lie flat.

The heart is still throbbing, as if being hit by someone.Lan Yan frowned, stretched out her hand, and touched Winster's face. Winster took his hand and put it to his lips to kiss. Those dark eyes looked at him tenderly.

"Aren't you awake yet?" Winston said.

The starlight entered the room through the tall arched windows, and shone on the floor covered with red patterned carpets, the desk with books spread out, and the red plush chair, so that everything would not be completely black.

Lan Yan blinked blankly and said, "Why are you here?"

"Take you back." Winston said.

Lan Yan frowned again. "I'm not going back," he said.Then he remembered something and started to dig through old accounts. "Before I begged you to take me back, you wouldn't let me go back, but now you want me to go back, I just won't go back!"

Winston laughed, his deep voice shaking his chest. "Then I beg you to go back this time."

They breathed together, Lan Yan turned his face sideways, leaving him with the back of his head and white ears. "Then I won't go back either," he said. "I'm used to living here, and I want to protect my people."

"How do you protect it? Huh?" His Majesty the True King supported his body, kissed his delicate side face, and then kissed his eyes with silver eyelashes like frost and snow. "Your body is not as strong as the youngest son of the farmer's family. You fell ill twice last winter, and almost spent the whole winter in a warm bed."

"That's not it?" Lan Yan retorted. "Who said that? Before the plague, I obviously went to the racecourse in the city every day, okay? If you don't believe me, ask Barney Clark, I'm responsible!"

"Really? No one told me about this?" Winster said with a smile. "They say that when you bet on horses, you have to bet every time. You never missed a game. You are more supportive than all the guests, but you lose everything every time."

"Tsk, can that be called losing? Who owns the racecourse? It's mine! That can only be called left pocket instead of right pocket!"

Winston laughed again, as though he hadn't laughed as much in months as he had tonight. "Didn't Clark teach you?"

"Hmm..." Lan Yan thought back. "He did guide me a few times on which horses to bet on, but I like to do my own research, it's more interesting."

"Hmph, what are you laughing at? If you don't cheat and gamble, you may not win the bet! By the way, Adrian told me yesterday which family was in trouble again? Why are they so rebellious?"

"Maybe it's because I've been bored for too long, and I'm crazy when I see blood." Winster stroked his cheek. "Won't you kiss me?" he said, leaning closer. "I would love to kiss you."

"Hmph." Lan Yan tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that rose, but she couldn't suppress it no matter what. "Okay, then I will force you to kiss me, because you look so pitiful."

"Okay, my lord." His Majesty the True King said.

He held his face, stroked his flexible and slender waist, hooked his neck, and his black hair and his silver hair were scattered together.

"To be honest, I won't go back with you. You have to help Vinmons. Look at how the people here have been harmed by them? Besides, there is also the Pope..." Thinking of the man who jumped into the sun decisively Man, Lan Yan's heart was filled with heavy grief again. "Isn't he your friend?"

"Sirius is a man of integrity," Winster said.