Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Day supervisor Hoover Bryan held an iron rod and urged the servants to move the boxes of fresh ingredients on the carriage into the storage room in the kitchen of Zhongbao.There are a lot of people in Pure White Castle, and they get and lose a lot of food every day, including expensive high-end wine, fresh meat, fresh fish, vegetables, fruit pastries, etc.

This time the ingredients were sometimes delivered by people from the manor, but most of the time, Brian would take his iron rod that had been with him for a long time and carefully select them himself. After all, those who enjoyed these ingredients were not ordinary humans.

The ingredients were dispatched to the storage rooms of each kitchen. Brian took off his velvet coat and wore only his shirt. He sat in an empty carriage and returned to the fort on the right side. He followed the servants into the kitchen, and one of the servants replaced him. He fetched a basin of warm water and put it on a side shelf.

"That silver-haired kid came to the kitchen in the morning." The fat cook, Folly Williams, wiped her hands on the scarf, picked up the spoon, and stirred the bubbling tomato soup in the pot.

Minian Rodney, the kitchen maid, was helping her with a rabbit.

Brian put the iron bar aside, picked up a towel and wrung it dry, and wiped his face and neck. It was very sunny outside, and he sweated a lot due to his busy schedule. He had thick black hair, and when he wiped his forehead He seemed to be very careful. "Is Triste with him?" he asked.

"No, it's not like you don't know how proud Trieste is. She thinks of a nobleman as her lover all day long. How can she be convinced? You're also blaming you for keeping dogs in the castle. I reckon, what will happen next? The child will feel better." said Foley Williams, a stocky woman in her 50s who has worked in the White Castle for many years, loves to gossip and is not afraid of trouble, and is a good fighter.

"That kid, what is he doing in the kitchen?" Brian threw the towel into the sink, feeling much refreshed.

"He asked if we had goat milk, and I asked him if he wanted milk, but he said no milk, where can I find goat milk for him?" Fu Li said exaggeratedly.

"It's the dog that wants to drink," said Minianne, the kitchen-maid, in a high-pitched voice that sounded like a child's.

"A puppy that big can't live without a bitch. I gave him some berry juice, but he didn't want it," Fuli said.

Brian took the iron bar and coat and walked out of the kitchen.

"Are you going out again? What are you going to do?" Fu Li asked.

"Find a goat, save that kid from starving my puppy," Brian replied.

Lan Yan lay on the window sill, looked at the panting little white dog lying on the velvet cushion, and sighed deeply. He didn't dare to feed such a small dog casually. With the medical conditions here, the puppy would eat very badly. It might just die, but where can I find goat milk?

Maybe you can go to Trieste and see if she can do anything.

Trieste didn’t show up after serving Lan Yan for breakfast in the morning. Lan Yan didn’t know where she was, so she could only go downstairs to the kitchen to ask. Fuli told him that Trieste was with her illegitimate son. Cecilia is in the garden.

Cecilia was the gardener of the castle, trimming the branches and leaves of those ornamental bushes, and Triste kept reading next to him.

"...You know how to run around, you really think of yourself as a noble young master, why didn't Master Torredo just cut off his neck!"

When Lan Yan approached, he just heard this place, so he dodged and hid behind the big tree next to him. This tree is so thick that three adults can hold hands to surround it. It is easy to hide a child.

Cecilia has always been taciturn, and did not express any opinions at this time.

Trieste was dissatisfied with talking to herself alone, and kicked the bush twice.Cecilia finally spoke, staring at her: "You broke it, and I will be punished."

Trieste bit her lip and hit him on the back angrily. "I didn't get married because of you, no matter how big I raised you, can't you comfort me? He's just a special blood slave. What pride does he have?"

"He's just a kid! What are you thinking about?" Cecilia continued trimming.

Blood slave?Is it the blood slave he thought?After a trace of confusion, a shadow enveloped Lan Yan's heart, causing him to touch his neck unconsciously, where a cotton bandage was still wrapped.

Did the vampire keep him just to eat him?

The appearance of Winster appeared in front of his eyes, such a gentle and good-looking person, who rescued him and brought the puppy back to him.But at the same time, Torredo's crimson eyes and beast-like expression of hunger also resurfaced in Lan Yan's mind, and his heart began to panic with fear. Why didn't Winster just let Torredo eat him? ?Trieste said special, what is it?

Lan Yan returned to the castle in a daze, feeling at a loss.

Hoover Bryan was carrying a female goat out of the carriage when he saw Blue Smoke with blank eyes and said, "Hey, boy, go to the kitchen and get a bucket and come milk it."

Lan Yan was a bit slow to react, and responded slowly, and went to the kitchen. After explaining his purpose, Fuli gave him a small wooden bucket.

Brian tied the female goat under a tree next to the wooden house at the back of the castle. Yesterday, Lanyan was chased by the bitch and ran wildly here. He gave the keg to Brian, and watched Brian skillfully milking.

The sun was shining and the breeze was blowing. On the grass, the smell of milk slowly wafted away. Brian's thick short black hair swayed abnormally with the wind. Lan Yan immediately attracted his attention by his hair.

Brian noticed that his eyes were fixed on his hair, and stared at him, and said fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

Lan Yan shook her head and said, "Nothing."

Brian squeezed half of the bucket and handed it to Lan Yan, saying, "Take it to the kitchen."

"Okay." Lan Yan took it with both hands, carrying it with difficulty. "Can I get some for the puppy?" he asked.

"Of course, otherwise, who do you think this goat is for?" Brian stood up. He was a tall man, and his shadow directly covered the blue smoke.

"Thank you." Lan Yan said sincerely.

"Boy, how do you know puppies can't drink milk?" Brian asked, and the two walked to the kitchen together.

Lan Yan struggled to carry the keg. "I've had puppies before," he said.

Fuli took the small bucket, took a spoonful and brought it to her mouth, and she was ready to drink it like this.

"Wait." Lan Yan stopped her. "This freshly squeezed milk cannot be drunk directly."

"Why? We all drink like this." Fuli felt that Lan Yan's words were stupid.

"There's..." Bacteria and the others couldn't understand, so Lan Yan chose a more euphemistic way of saying it. "Cook it for a better taste and more nutrition."

"How can you be so particular, you are such a troublesome child." Fuli drank the goat milk in the spoon in one gulp, then scooped up another spoon and handed it to Lan Yan's mouth. "Not bad, do you want to drink?"

People here don't drink milk very much, milk is usually made into various dairy products, Lan Yan doesn't even know that they drink milk like this directly.

He shook his head. "Cook some for me. I'll give it to the puppy. It's been hungry all day."

"What a troublesome brat." Fuli complained, and cooked a small bowl of goat's milk for Lan Yan.

The little white dog lay weakly in the small box on the window sill, with a soft velvet cushion inside. Before Lan Yan left, he put it in a place where the sun could shine.

Smelling the scent of milk, the puppy barked and crawled on the mat.

"Sorry, you're starving." Lan Yan put down the bowl, picked up the puppy, and put a little milk with a spoon to the puppy's mouth.The hungry puppy couldn't wait to go up to it, but unfortunately it could only suck but not drink, so it howled anxiously, and spilled half a spoonful of milk.

Lan Yan hurriedly picked up the cotton cloth and wiped it dry. "Don't worry, drink slowly. I just wanted to touch you, not to let you leave mom so early."

The puppy seemed to understand what he said, and obediently held Lan Yan's hand with its two little paws. When it finished drinking a spoonful of milk, it would bark anxiously until Lan Yan scooped up goat milk for it to drink again.

It took Lan Yan a long time to feed the little puppy, and after it was full, the little puppy stopped barking, laying on the mat, lazily basking in the sun, with its swollen belly rising and falling.

I am an irresponsible master, I can't take care of myself, how can I raise you up healthily.Lan Yan touched the puppy's chin.

Triste doesn't talk to Lan Yan, and Lan Yan no longer takes the initiative to find topics, and the relationship between the two has completely dropped to freezing point.

In the middle of the night, Lan Yan woke up from a nightmare, panting in shock, the pure white castle Eisenmes in the dream was shrouded in scarlet, and countless pale and cold figures were hidden in it, they walked, or teleported, as if Ghostly and ethereal.

I want to get out of here, Lan Yan rubbed his neck and thought in a panic, he didn't want to be sucked up by vampires, not even beauties.

The curtains were only half drawn, and the bright moonlight shone on the floor. The little white dog was sleeping in Lanyan’s blanket, snuggly close to him. You could hear the sound of music and conversation from the main castle. It was a vampire. When holding a banquet, the night is their carnival.