Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"Yes, but do you know who first embraced him?" Lan Yan said angrily. "Gusjoy Rhodes! This traitor! A nun came over today and told me that he embraced the Pope for the first time, tortured him to force him to kill people, and killed many monks!"

"Since you're here, let's go to the city to avenge them now!" he said, pulling Winster up to sit up, as if he wanted to cramp Gusjoy right away.

Winston also pulled him, and pulled him into his arms again. "I can't bring people into town just yet to catch them."

"why?"

"Because this is Vinmons, and this is the territory of the Pope, I can only intervene unless I get his approval, or he asks me for help," Winster said.

"But the Pope was going to ask you for help. The old nun told me that they had asked the Pope's adopted daughter, Celia Conrad, to come to me and ask me to ask you for help! You have already obtained his approval !" The more Lan Yan thought about it, the more angry she became, and the sadness that had already settled emerged again. "If they hadn't tortured him like that, he might not have chosen to commit suicide, because there is still a choice, he can go to Viaken, and he can choose to drink Molly's medicinal wine to survive!"

"But killing someone is a complete betrayal of his belief. I don't know how painful it will be for you to be burned by the sun, but I think you resist the sun like that. It's just a warmer sunny day. Even if you are in the house, the expression on your face It's all ugly, you know how painful it is, how unbearable the pain is!" The more Lan Yan spoke, the more excited she became, and tears flowed out. "I watched him jump off the high platform and watch him die. He was the spiritual leader of Viaken, but when he died, everyone avoided him, and no one worshiped him!"

"I will help them. But now, you have to go back with me. Until I get the approval of the new Pope Krissen." Winster wiped away Lan Yan's tears.

"He is your friend." Lan Yan said.

"Sirius is, Chrissen is not," Winster said. "He has ordered that no blood from Viaken be allowed to enter Vinmons."

"Why? Then how did you get in?"

"Of course there is a way to come in if you want to come in, but you can't come in as openly as before." Winster said. "Also, as far as I know, Krissen wants to reach a cooperative relationship with Hexlett. If you stay here, you will only be given to them by their hands."

"Why? Why did he do this? He completely betrayed Pope Sirius!"

"He certainly has his purpose."

"If he does this, the pope will die in vain!"

"So." Winston squeezed his chin, turned his face, looked into his moist silver eyes. "People are not in a hurry, but you are full of righteous indignation here. Who do you think you can beat? Huh? When you were young, I was always worried about getting sick every winter."

"Are you worried?" Lan Yan sneered. "You nearly starved me to death."

Winster will never be able to turn over Lanyan.So His Majesty the King had no choice but to beg for mercy. "Okay, okay, let's not talk about the past. Aren't you going to sleep? It's going to be dawn soon."

Lan Yan snorted coldly. "You can't say no to me, so you know how to change the subject. Then they won't let you interfere, so you can't take care of things here anymore?"

"Yes." Winston said. "Otherwise, we will violate the ban first and start a war."

Lan Yan sighed and lay on Winster's body. "Poor nun, poor Pope."

"Go to sleep." Winster patted him on the back. This man fell ill last winter and lost a lot of weight. "What a nightmare just now, I heard you call my name."

Lan Yan frowned, and said: "I can't remember, but it was so uncomfortable in the dream, I don't know why it is so uncomfortable."

Winston kissed his forehead. "Are you still suffering?"

"Better," he said.

When Lan Yan woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the room was a bit stuffy, which actually didn't feel like the weather in early spring.

Winster was already asleep, and he didn't disturb him when he got up. The black-haired vampire must have been worried about him to death. He might not have had a good rest in the past few days, and he only wanted to come here to bring him back.

When he was sleeping, his face was expressionless, his long eyelashes like crow feathers rested on his pale skin, his scarlet lips were pursed, his eyebrows were deep, and he looked a little unreasonable.

Lan Yan wanted to poke him, but recalled the scene when she deliberately woke him up when she was a child, so she withdrew her hand.

Forget it, he thought, if Winston woke up in a rage, it wouldn't be worth killing him by mistake.

He changed his clothes and went downstairs. John was standing on the stairs in the hall with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for him.

"Good morning, John." Lan Yan said.

"Good morning, sir," said John.

Lan Yan walked directly to the restaurant, and John followed behind him, hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

"Sir, are you planning to go back now?"

"I... I can't let go of the people in the village. They, those people, treat me very well. If I leave, what will they do?"

"You can't be so hesitant. His Majesty has already come in person. Whether you like it or not, he will definitely take you back."

"He just cares—" Thinking of Winster's behavior of coaxing him back then, Lan Yan closed her mouth.

Many times, Winston seems to be easy to talk and everything goes with him, but that is only within a certain range that he is willing to tolerate, and sometimes he is very domineering.

"If you go back, then we can no longer recruit people, and we need to be prepared to leave."

"Winster said that the new pope intends to cooperate with the rebel party." The servant opened the wooden chair for Lan Yan.There is a huge high window on the southeast and west sides of the restaurant, and the sunlight is scattered on the floor wantonly, radiating heat.

"But didn't he announce that he would go to war with them a while ago?" John asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Lan Yan said. "Maybe he's a coward. He tried his best, but was frightened by the crazy blood race."

"It's... possible," John said.

"By the way, where is the nun who came yesterday? I have some things I want to ask her."

"She has gone to the church in the village, and the food we distributed has also been sent to the church, where the monks will distribute it to the beggars. Do you want to find her?"

Lan Yan was silent for a while. "Forget it, no need."

After breakfast, Lan Yan stood in front of the study window and thought for a long time.Compromise is not his style.

Sally walked in, Lan Yan looked back at him.

"This manor is indeed what I imagined before." Sally said.

"It's also what I imagined." Lan Yan said.

"You never told me about the days after our initial separation."

"There's nothing to say, anyway, I escaped death a few times." Lan Yan said.

"When to go back?"

"I still won't go back." Lan Yan said. "If I leave, the people in the village must be panicked to death. Why do you say they are trying so hard to please me? Isn't it because I can make them survive better? I will take care of some families who are in financial difficulties, how much?" If the rent is lenient, they will be more grateful, treat me like a god, and listen to me whatever I say."

"That's just a matter of interest," Sally said.

"John says there are girls in the village who adore me."

"They don't deserve you. If anyone is the owner of this place, they would love him."

"..."

In the afternoon, Lan Yan explained some things to John, and locked herself in the room where the gunpowder was processed.

In the evening, the red clouds burn half the sky red, and the three colors of red, orange, and yellow interweave the purple-blue sky into a gorgeous picture scroll.

Winster woke up, John served him, and told him Lan Yan's thoughts.

The pungent smell leaked from the door of the room.

Always stubborn, Winston thought.

He opened the room and saw Lan Yan was pouring several kinds of ground powder together, his white and tender fingers were blackened, like a child playing house.

"You're awake!" Lan Yan said without raising his head.

"What's the use of this thing?" Winston asked.

"Things that can blow up stones to pieces." Lan Yan said.

"You want to use this against them?"

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with it. Since they are so afraid of the sun, I just want them to be exposed to the sun. Don't stop me. Even if I die, I will avenge the Pope."

Hearing him talk about death, Winster's heart throbbed violently. How can there be such a stubborn person, sometimes he is astoundingly clever, and sometimes he looks like a fool who can't turn a corner. "I won't let you die, I will make Krissen agree to help them, you just need to go back with me." Despite the previous dream, after hearing the prophecy of Otustas, He thought it was Gusjoy.

"Then what about the people here? What about the villagers in the village?"

"You can't protect them here."

"Don't underestimate me, please?" Lan Yan shouted angrily, taking off her apron and throwing it on the table. "They obeyed my words very much, and it was precisely because of my words that the plague did not spread in the manor. I have already asked them to dig the cellar, and when they are done digging, they will hide there at night and go to the city to seek revenge against them during the day. "

Winston quickly grabbed him. "I didn't underestimate you, you have always been very powerful, and your heart is very firm, almost the most determined person I have ever met."

Yes, he had encountered so many things when he was a child, and had brushed shoulders with death so many times, but he could always stand up from despair.

"Come back with me, Lan Yan. I will send people to protect the villagers here. You just need to go back with me."

Lan Yan silently pushed him away and left the room.

Winston pulled him back again and pressed him against the wall, while closing the door forcefully. "Don't force me, Lan Yan, don't force me." Only then did Lan Yan realize that his eyes were full of uncontrollable arrogance, and the anger seemed to burst out from his black and golden eyes, as if he had been gentle before. The polite one is another person.

Lan Yan looked at him in horror, saw his fangs bared, his wrists were torn apart by him, the strength seemed to tear him apart, tears flowed unknowingly in the violent fright come out. "Go away!" he screamed. "Get out of here!"

"Stay by my side, Lan Yan, let me protect you." Regardless of his struggle, Winston hugged him into his arms, and the hands stroking his silver hair trembled slightly.What had he left Viaken for?It's for the person in his arms who can't let him let go.

"Go away! You bloody vampire!" He finally knew why he couldn't trust Winster completely, and he thought, he would never be able to trust him again.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Winston said repeatedly, and he kept kissing him, comforting the frightened person in his arms. "Don't be afraid, baby, don't be afraid of me."

He kissed him on the lips until he was out of breath and limp in his arms.

"Don't be afraid of me." He tore his clothes.

"What are you going to do! Winster! Let me go!" Lan Yan screamed again, her voice hoarse.

Winster kept kissing him, behind the ear, on the side of the neck, on the collarbone, on the chest... as if to engrave his mark.

The dim sky light came in from the window, the slender boy was embraced by the tall vampire, his pale and thin body was covered with red marks of abuse, he couldn't resist him, he was too powerful, he was ignored and blurred when he was doting on him in the past The gap was revealed again at this time.

"Are you going to kill me?" His voice was crying.

"I won't hurt you," Winston said.

He took off his baggy coat and wrapped it around him, picking him up, as he always did.If it weren't for the fangs that hadn't disappeared, it would have been like a dream just now.

The more gentle he is, the more afraid he is of him.

Sally was in the corridor outside the room, glaring fiercely at His Majesty the real king who came out of the room holding Lan Yan. He wanted to rush in to stop him just now, but Adrian kept blocking him.

"Your Majesty." Adrian lowered his head and shouted.

"Get ready, leave tonight." Winster said.

"Yes."

Before leaving, Adrian looked at the angry Sally in warning again. "No one can stop what His Majesty wants to do."

Sally clenched his fists fiercely, as if he wanted to eat Adrian.In the past, he would not have dared to treat the noble blood clan lord so unreasonably even if he was killed.

Back in the room, John saw their appearance, hurriedly asked the servant to prepare hot water and clothes, and then left.

"I will hate you if you do this, I don't hate you anymore." Lan Yan trembled.

"Don't hate me," Winston said bitterly.

"You want to drink my blood."

"No." Winston cupped his face. "Forgive me," he said.

Lan Yan lowered her eyes, caught a glimpse of the servant's scissors dropped on the table, and quickly scratched on her scarred wrist. He scratched so deeply that blood gushed out immediately.

"What are you doing!" Winster hastily grabbed the scissors and grabbed his wrist.

"Drink." He said coldly.

Winston froze like a sculpture.

"Drink, no matter how well you hide it, it won't change your bloodthirsty nature." He said viciously.

Winster held up his wrist silently and kissed, the saliva quickly stopped the flowing blood and repaired the split flesh.

Lan Yan trembled, turned her head and sobbed twice.

"Don't hurt yourself." Winster said, the red lips stained with blood were as coquettish as a ghost.

He wrung out the hot towel and wiped the blood from his skin.

"You don't like me at all." He said willfully.

Winston pinched his chin, forcing him to look at him: "Can I take out my heart and show you?"

"I, I, I don't want to watch it." I cried too hard before, and started to hiccup.

"Good boy." Winston touched his head, his deep black eyes were still full of tenderness.

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