Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Compared with the vague nightmares before, this dream is too clear.

The full moon was blood-colored, the black forest was shrouded in scarlet blood mist, and everything was silent.Disorganized corpses were piled up everywhere on the lonely hill, and the ground was soaked with blood. Most of them had no time to close their eyes, and their eyes were wide open, as if they saw something that terrified them. The expression on his face was grim and distorted, as if he was willing to believe the picture he saw before he died.

The sky is about to dawn, the night in the east is light purple blue, and the night banquet in the main castle is not over yet.

Lan Yan woke up in shock, and Winster hurriedly hugged him, but he pushed him away suddenly, threw himself on the side of the bed and vomited violently.

"What's the matter?" Winston hugged his twitching body anxiously while patting his back.

The disgusting stench seemed to still be on the tip of his lips, teeth and tongue, but the him in the dream felt that the taste was unusually sweet, the most delicious thing in the world.How could this be possible, how could he have killed someone?How could he drink human blood?How could he be so crazy...

Why would he have such a dream...

He couldn't help but think of the old fortune teller's prophecy...

Stomach throbbing began again, Lan Yan clutched her stomach in pain, and what she vomited was already clear water.

Winstra rang the brass bell beside the bed, and soon Sally, Walker, Brian and others arrived, and they were shocked when they saw the scene in the room.

"Go and call Hubble Chris." Winster ordered loudly.

"Yes." Brian replied hastily.

The servant brought hot water and hot tea, so Lan Yan stopped vomiting and curled up weakly in Winster's arms. "I'm fine, I just had too much alcohol," he said.

He rinsed his mouth with a teacup, and then Winston wiped his face with a hot towel.

"No alcohol is allowed in the future." Winston touched his stomach and said.

"It's okay to drink a little." Lan Yan retorted softly.

Baron Harper Chris hurried over with the medicine box. After checking it, he told the servants to cook several kinds of medicinal materials, and told him not to drink a lot of alcohol in the future.

The servant brought a bucket and a mop, quickly cleaned up the vomit next to the bed, and sprayed the room with light perfume.

Lan Yan felt cold all over, and the fear brought about by the nightmare still wrapped his heart.

"Why are you trembling all the time?" Winston asked, holding his hand.

"I'm cold," he said.The room seemed to be filled with cold air, and neither Winster's embrace nor the feather quilt could make him feel warm.

Winster hastily called the servant to light the fireplace, even though it was early summer, the temperature was suitable.

The dancing flames ignited, and the temperature in the room slowly rose, and soon, a dry and warm atmosphere filled the entire room.

"Feel better now?" Winston kissed the top of his hair.

Lan Yan looked at the flames gnawing on the wood in the fireplace, and the scene of Dream Seed kept echoing in her mind.

He raised his head uneasily, looking into the black-haired vampire's eyes full of worry and distress. "Winster, I, if one day, I..."

"What's the matter? Hesitating, this is not like Master Lan Yan's behavior."

Lan Yan tried his best to draw warmth from Winster's gentle black eyes, but he was still shocked and frightened. He wanted to say that if one day he really became a vampire and really killed many people, what would he do?Will he be executed like other blood clans who violated the ban?

"Did you just have a nightmare again?" Winster asked.

No, if one day he doesn't use Winster, he will commit suicide by himself, just like Pope Sirius...

"En." Lan Yan lowered her head again, rubbed against Winster's neck, and hugged him tightly.

"What dream?"

"Can not remember."

There is a tall tower on the right side of the castle, and there is a crow's nest on the top of the tower, which is raised and trained by special personnel. Many times, Viakon blood clans use them to pass letters.

This afternoon, the sun was extremely hot, and the air was full of dry heat. A white dove was flying wearily in the air. She seemed to have driven a long way, and she was in a very bad condition. Sometimes she flew low, and sometimes she tried her best. Rising, stumbling.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the forest in the distance, and the violent shock made the glass windows of the castle shake.The white pigeon, which was already exhausted, was startled, and immediately fell in a straight line, onto the grass in front of the small courtyard, where it was picked up by the strolling little white dog. Shut up, completely breathless, and was sent to the kitchen by Gouzi to claim credit.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, and a large crater was blown out in the open space in front of the woods, with scorched black marks everywhere, and the dry and hot weather made the residual flames immediately spread to the edge of the woods along with the dead leaves and weeds In the trees, crackling and burning...

The servants in the castle saw it and immediately shouted loudly.

Lan Yan lay on the ground, raised his head, stared blankly at the big hole, his ears were still roaring, he didn't expect the power of the drug to be so powerful this time, so he put in a little more dose, and the distance wasn't too far away , was blown to ashes, his clothes and hair were full of dust, and sweat slid down his gray-black cheeks, leaving a clear white line.

"Ahem, this thing is so powerful!" Sally squinted and coughed.

"The forest is on fire! Go and call someone!" Walker shouted to the servant behind him.

"Ah? What did you say?" Lan Yan took a while to react.

"Go! Get out of here first, the fire is too close, and the temperature is too high!" Walker held Lan Yan's hand to support him, and walked back quickly.

"Go back, go back." Sally also shouted.

There is no water source nearby, so we can only pull water pipes from the castle, or cut down firebreaks.

Winston, who was wearing a beige satin nightgown, stood behind the curtain, watching the master and servant who caused trouble in the distance running back in a hurry.

The loud noise almost woke up the blood race in their daydreams.

Manager Meg changed her clothes, and went to the small courtyard to ask the daytime supervisor Brian about the situation with the low pressure all over her body.Brian was sitting on the wooden chair by the long kitchen table, holding the pigeon brought back by the little white dog.Seeing Meg with an ugly face coming, she hurriedly stood up and saluted. "My lord."

"What happened? How did you make such a loud noise! ​​The coronation of five princes will be held tonight, and the main castle is full of distinguished guests. How could you provoke such a big egg!" Meg asked scoldingly. road.

"This should be Master Lanyan testing his newly developed bomb." Brian said respectfully.

I heard that it was made by Lan Yan. Meg really had nowhere to burn the fire. Just in time, a servant ran in in a panic and shouted: "It's on fire! My lord supervisor, the forest in the west is on fire! Send someone to... ..."

The servant didn't expect that Meg Carter was here, and her face was gloomy, so she was silent.

"The Bernier Forest is a sacred and ancient forest. The castle has not caught fire a few times since it was built! How could it catch fire now!" Meg reprimanded severely, her light blond hair that was combed hastily was trembling.

"Yes, Master Lan Yan accidentally ignited it when he was testing the bomb." The poor servant explained timidly.

"What do you do? He is self-willed and you want to be like him? Don't you take precautions in advance?!" Old Meg's face became more and more ugly.

The servant was just a young boy, who was about to be cried by the old man, his lips were whispering, it was Lan Yan who said that he didn't need to take many people, so they didn't follow.

"You go out first, and follow them to fight the fire." Brian relieved the servant with a blank expression.

"Yes, my lord." The servant nodded hurriedly.

"By the way, is Master Lanyan not injured?" Brian asked again.

"I don't know yet," said the servant.

"I'll take a look with you, it won't be good if you get hurt." Brian saluted Meg and was about to run away.

Before Meg could say anything, she caught a glimpse of the dead white dove and letter paper on the table out of the corner of her eye, and frowned. "what is that?"

"It's a carrier pigeon picked up by the little white dog," Brian said.

Meg went to the table, first picked up the carrier pigeon, looked at it, and finally took up the little letter.Ravens are used in Viakenne to convey information. The pigeons seem to have flown from Vinmons. "I took the pigeon and the letter," he said.

"Yes." Brian said, bowing his head.

As soon as Brian ran out of the yard, he was relieved when he saw Lan Yan and the others came back in a mess but intact.

The fire was rescued in time and was quickly extinguished. In order to prevent it from re-igniting, Brian sent servants to guard there and sprinkled a lot of water on the ashes.It's just that the original lush and green forest has been burned with a black hole, which is really unsightly.

As evening fell, Lan Yan took a thorough bath and changed his clothes under the service of the servants. He was very happy, and after taking a bath, he ran to the room where he studied the □□, and recorded all the experiments just now.I feel that with this thing, human beings will not be too weak in front of the powerful blood race.

The main castle is still preparing for the feast after the coronation, and it will not be affected in any way.

And the distant Vinmons was already plunged into darkness at this time. After Lan Yan left, the rebel party became more and more arrogant, quickly expanding and occupying the cities near the city of Orvieto. They wantonly transformed humans, but It doesn't control the newborns, and indulges them to enjoy killing and blood, making the center of Vinmons completely become a place of death for human beings.

The new pope, Christen Peters, and the three bishops have already fled to the eastern desert city of Salinord Border Town. The weather there is sunny and rainy days are rare, and a large number of humans have fled there.

Only blood races can participate in the coronation ceremony, and they will go to the circular dueling field deep in the forest when the moon comes out.

Lan Yan couldn't wait to share her research results with Winster, and went to the library to wait after dinner.

At this time, the library room was very quiet, only two blood clans who were not of sufficient status to attend the coronation ceremony, the old fortune-teller and his servants.

Seeing the old fortune-teller, Lan Yan remembered his prophecy again, and her excitement lost most of it. She was about to leave the library and go to Winster's bedroom to wait for him.

"Blue Smoke." The old fortune-teller waved at him, smiling, and the creases on his face that were as dry as paper were piled up together.

The old man was dressed in a black robe, and his white hair hung in a braid behind him.

Although he has recovered quite well, it can still be seen from a close look that he is much older than before, and his spirit is not as good as before.

"Good evening, Augustus." Lan Yan greeted politely, but did not intend to go over.

"Good evening," said the old fortune teller. "You shouldn't be busy now, right? Come and have a few words with me."

"Is it about the prophecy?" Lan Yan still stood there.

Augustus shook his head. "Since you don't want to, forget it."

When he said this, it actually aroused Lan Yan's curiosity.

"What do you want to say." He followed the old fortune-teller to the window. The night wind was blowing, the silver moon was high, the sky was full of stars, and the fragrance of flowers could be smelled in the air.

"His Majesty the True King really loves you." The old fortune teller said. "He's probably the most outrageous thing he's done in thousands of years to go to Vinmons against everyone."

"Extraordinary?" Lan Yan said unhappily. "He likes me to be out of line? If he is in danger, I will desperately bring him back to a safe place. This is not out of line."

"But you didn't want to come back, did you? He forced you against your wishes."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Lan Yan is not someone who can listen to lectures, if the old man hadn't been polite to him and protected him, he would have turned around and left.

"Don't you want to become stronger?" Yuxi added.

"You want to prophesy again?" Lan Yan asked back. "I don't want to, thank you, no one can change my will."

"I understand your concerns." The old fortune teller said slowly. "How can you be sure that you will be able to return to your original world after you die as a human?"

His old and turbid voice drifted along with the wind in the hazy and charming night.

Lan Yan was shocked.

"You're not sure." The old fortune-teller turned around, and the elder looked at him with inclusive and gentle eyes.

He can't be sure, but after becoming a blood race, the soul can no longer break free from the routi, he can be sure of this.

"It's none of your business." He said indifferently. "I know that you have helped me, and I am very grateful. If I can help you with anything, please tell me. I will do my best to help you, that's all!"

"What if I want you to be the real king?"

"Then forgive me for not being able to agree."

"Fate is something that no one can say for sure. One day, you will take the initiative to ask to become a blood race, but before that, you will definitely bear a lot of blame that you don't need to bear."

"Since you said that no one can be sure about fate, then why should I believe your words." Lan Yan said firmly. "I just trust myself."

The old fortune-teller looked at him stubbornly, was speechless for a while, and finally sighed faintly.

Music sounded downstairs, the banquet must have started, and the princes and elders who attended the coronation ceremony returned.

"I still have something to do, let's go first." Lan Yan nodded to him and walked out.

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I wrote a little more, so I sent it late~ I love you all