Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

"Your Majesty." Noelle quickly saluted.This young man has experienced too much during this period, his originally strong body has become weak and thin, his face is full of vicissitudes, and his aura is no longer domineering.

Lan Yan noticed that his right arm was empty in the sleeve.

He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say. At the beginning, Noelle would rather die than hand him over, but he took the initiative to ask Heslet for a first hug.He betrayed his original intention.

"Your hand," he said.

"Oh, I'm getting used to doing things with my left hand now, and I've practiced well." Noelle said, pulling up the empty sleeve.

"Most of the vampires have left Vinmons now, do you have any plans?" Lan Yan asked.

Almost all the people who followed Noelle before died, and now he is the only one left. Recalling the past, the beautiful manor, the harmonious village, relatives, and friends all no longer exist.My hometown is already sick and busy.

He only felt bitter in his heart, and smiled slightly: "I will probably go to the desert city in the east."

Both Yalan and Orvieto have become his sad place.

The desert city is where the church and the new pope are now.

"I'll send someone to take you there." Lan Yan said.

Noelle didn't refuse.

The sun came slowly at noon, and they arrested many people last night, and their wailing sounded again in the city.

Winston had gone to sleep.

Lan Yan sat alone on the long dining table, looking at the charred lamb chops on the white porcelain plate.Breeze passes through the nine long windows, more than a dozen curtains of white gauze float gently like thin clouds, and the sun shines on the gray and white checkered floor.

Gracie stood behind him and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, is the smell wrong?"

Lan Yan heard Sally's voice in a trance, and he thought that he probably found the reason why he chose Gracie, because his voice was a bit similar to Sally's and had a familiar feeling, but Sally's tone was not like his most of the time. So serious.

"No." He simply took off the napkin. "No appetite."

Prince Bradley rushed in. "Your Majesty, Jyoti David is dead."

"died?"

Bradley nodded.

They left the dining room, walked through the main castle, and went to the castle prison.

"She broke free while they were executing him."

They stood in the dark corridor of the prison, looking at the withered corpse in the yard, the once proud and dazzling woman, now only the golden sideburns still retain their original brilliance.

"Running out into the sun in a panic," Bradley said.

The sun outside looks so warm and warm, accessible with bare hands, tempting to step in.

"His Royal Highness." Gracie said with a little deep meaning. "No blood race will run into the sun in a panic."

"Dispose of the corpse." Lan Yan turned and left.

Bradley ordered the people next to him, while Gracie stood for a while before following Lan Yan.

They are the people of the night, they belong to the night, and the night covers their tracks, making them feel like ducks in water.

There is a picture that Gracie has been reluctant to recall.After Lan Yan also fell into a daydream, he walked alone through the long corridors of the castle and returned to his bedroom, holding a glass of Molly medicinal wine, sitting in the plush chair by the bed, and slowly sipping it.The curtains were tightly closed, and the room was dimly lit, only the candlestick on the table shimmered, and the burning candlelight shone on his fair face like melted butter.

It was the scene he saw after he came out of the half-basement of the cemetery in Earl Morse Rowlandham's castle that night when he first met the White King.The manic Bai Wang killed the fleeing Kingsley in the square, tore his body apart and sucked his blood.

In that terrifying scene, the vampires were like human beings in his hands, easily hunted and killed.

That scene had become clear again last night when he had seen him kill Gusjoy Lord and drink his blood.

The vampire bitten by him is like a human being, the healing power has completely disappeared, the wound no longer heals, and the blood spurts out at an abnormal speed.You know, they are vampires, the most immortal vampires, they have powerful healing abilities, and blood is their source of strength. From ancient times to the present, except for vampires who are tortured, no one will die from blood loss.

As for the tortured vampire, at most, only half of the blood can flow under the action of special herbs.The more powerful the vampire, the longer the punishment will be due to their powerful healing power.

Is this a coincidence?

Gracie's heart began to waver, Bai Wang was still a freshman, and he had only received his first embrace for half a month.He follows him, right or wrong.

Many uneducated freshmen will drink all kinds of blood, animal blood, human blood when they are manic.But it has never been heard of a freshman who drank the blood of the same kind.

They don't look like humans.Gracie has seen famines where humans quench their hunger and thirst by cooking the flesh of their own kind.But vampires are different from humans.They will kill each other, but they will not eat the flesh and blood of the same kind, because the taste is unacceptable to all of them, and they will even make them hungrier and thirstier.

Shouldn't he be persuading King Bai to follow the real king back to Viaken...

After all, the real king is his eldest relative, and only the real king can teach him...

Lan Yan woke up in the evening, and Winster was sitting in his room.This is not his bedroom, but a guest room on the second floor.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"Because you slept in my room."

"I'm going back to Viaken tonight."

"Take Cromwell back, and Walker and Folly."

"You also go back with me. The betrayal of the party is almost done, and your revenge is almost done. Bradley will take care of the rest."

"Don't think that everything you do has nothing to do with me. I am your eldest relative. You must follow me when I first embraced you."Because then the descendants will be hunted and killed by the tribe.Especially in the newborn period, the eldest relatives and the elders in the clan have the power of life and death over them.

"You are not alone, Lan Yan. Since you accepted my First Embrace, you are a member of the Vanjo clan. When you return to St. Cherier, I will hold a coronation ceremony for you, and the thirteen elders will change your name." The newborns of all ethnic groups will be registered and renamed by the elders, which heralds the acceptance of the clansmen, and also heralds the abandonment of the past as a human being and formally lives as a blood clan.

Lan Yan silently looked at a certain shadow on the floor, her eyes were lonely.

Winston still sighed, got up and sat down beside him.This person can always easily tug at his heartstrings, making it impossible for him to really calm down.

"I know you are sad, and I know you are working hard to become stronger." He hugged Lan Yan gently.

Lan Yan closed her eyes, sobbing softly. "They won't accept me at all, and it's no use ordering them. You told Cromwell to stay here and help me, but he hid himself, and Sully died. I don't expect him to help me, but at least Don't look so coldly at those people hurting other people. If, if he didn't stay out of it, maybe Sally wouldn't be taken away."

"You don't understand my difficulties at all. You never understand. They respect and love you. I'm different from you."

Winston kissed him on the cheek. "You are the White King, the White King in the prophecy, the White King of the entire blood race, my baby, no matter what the beginning is, they will eventually agree with you in the end."

"I'm sick, Winster, I'm really sick." He wanted to curl up, to hide, away from the weight. "Why are they all dead, Anastas, why didn't even Anastas let go?" He clutched Winster's sleeve tightly. "Why are they doing this?"

Winston patted his head, trying to reassure him.He has lived for more than 1000 years, and many things have become commonplace. If you want to say indifference, he is more indifferent than anyone else, but his baby, his baby is still too immature. "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry." He comforted repeatedly with tenderness in his heart.

"When it's over, we'll go to your world, think about your world, where you have the simple and easy life you want."

Lan Yan sobbed, and Winster kissed his wet eyelashes. "Don't cry, don't cry my baby. Cromwell, I will punish him, but compared to half of the blood flow, he has other functions. We can't punish the important ministers at will, you know? You have to learn to be tolerant, and you have to take a longer-term view, so that you can see the whole thing."

"I've tolerated enough." He opened his eyes and looked at Winster, aggrieved and stubborn.

"Not enough." Winston shook his hand. "If you want to achieve 'one life for one life', it is not enough to become a truly convincing, respectable and admirable king."

"You can't express your emotions in front of people at will and be controlled by them, but you have to use your emotions and use your emotions to achieve your goals."

"You can't kill people at will." Winston kissed his fingers. "You are the king, and the king is the supreme existence. Ants are not worth doing by yourself."

Lan Yan looked away and pursed her lips uncomfortably. "You saw me kill Dennis, he is your descendant."

"If you think he deserves to die, he deserves to die. But don't do it yourself. Doing it yourself will make them fear you, but it won't make them respect you," Winster said. "You are the judge, the arbiter, and execution is the job of the executioner."

Lan Yan remembered when he was a child, it was the carnival night of Bowick Bruch's coronation, the pure white castle sang and sang all night, he escaped on a pony, and ran into the former Prince of Gangelo, Buck Gunger, in the rose garden Luo's youngest son, Clive Gangelo, was attacked by them at the intimate scene of a tryst with his lover, and was rescued by Winster who rushed over.

The two vampires were trembling with fear from the real king, but the real king didn't kill them immediately, but went through a long and tedious trial, even though his power was supreme.

If it was him, he thought, he would have killed those two vampires on the spot, leaving them no chance to regret it.