Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan exploded instantly, his money!

He rushed over angrily, snatched the purse from Leslie, and shouted, "This is my money, you thief! Why do you keep robbing me!"

The boy with Leslie's shoulders is Brown Adams, a well-known gangster from Wacken Butte. He would do anything immoral as long as he was paid to murder and set fire. How dare Lan Yan ask for money like this? Sally gasped, and hurriedly Follow up to stop.

The smile on Leslie's face disappeared, and the cold light appeared in his eyes. He held out his hand to Lan Yan seriously: "Give it back to me, it's not yours, it's picked by Gould." One of Sly's companions.

"Hey, what's the matter with you little one?" Brown pressed Lan Yan's shoulder and pushed him, immediately pushing him back two steps.

"There are four silver coins and six copper coins here." Lan Yan held up the money bag and said, looking into Leslie's eyes.

"Gold?" Leslie called.

"Boss, I picked it up." Gould scratched his head. "Who would put a purse in a mousehole?"

"What's the rule of Wakenbat? The money bag belongs to whoever has it." Brown looked at Lan Yan with his head up. "What's more, you stole this purse too, right?"

As he spoke, he made a sudden move and snatched back the money bag from Lan Yan's hand. "Look, it's mine now." He smiled viciously, full of sarcasm and teasing, and dangled the money bag in front of Lan Yan.

"Give it back to me!" Lan Yan's chest was filled with anger, causing it to heave violently. He wanted to pounce on him, but was held back by Sally.

"No, we don't want this money." Sally said.

"Give it back to me!" Lan Yan broke away from Sally, bumped headfirst into Brown's stomach, snatched the money bag from him and ran away.

Sally screamed, Brown clutched his stomach in pain, pointed at the blue smoke and ordered to the others: "Chase."

It has been a month, and Lan Yan has been familiar with every street and alley here, but Brown's accomplice is as familiar with him, or even more familiar than him.

The dense fists and feet landed on the curled up thin body, sobs and screams echoed in the alley, and the abuser vented his curse with arrogance.

Lan Yan was caught by them not long after he ran, and he dragged his hair and threw him to the ground. He didn't know how long he had been beaten, but when the pain was so painful that he couldn't feel it and couldn't make a sound, he felt that he was holding the purse tightly like a fool with mental retardation.

In his previous life, he had so much money that he couldn't spend it in ten lifetimes, and he could spend it on the street at will, just to see passers-by happily bending over to pick up things he didn't care about as if they had found a treasure, but now, he would lose his life because of these few dollars.

He thought he shouldn't ask for the money back, it's really not worth it to lose the precious chance of regeneration for this money, but he really couldn't help it, but he also forgot that he is no longer the one who can call the wind and rain, beat chickens and scold dogs The arrogant rich second generation, he is now just a beggar who can be treated and insulted at will.

The money was still taken away, he had no strength left, his hands seemed to have been broken off, he couldn't use his strength, he could only slump on the ground.

Sally came after Brown and others left, and Lan Yan heard him crying and said to go to the restaurant to find Old Griffin to save him.

Lan Yan tilted her head, opened her mouth, looked at the back of Sally leaving, her eyelids drooped heavily.

Big drops of rain fell, and people on the street screamed and hid under the eaves. This was the first rain in autumn, mixed with strong cold air, coming urgently and turbulently, and the blood spread along the rain go.

Three figures wearing black silk cloaks stopped at the entrance of the alley. They were tall and straight, with pale skin like sculptures, and their movements were unpredictable, as if appearing out of thin air. One of the cloaks was embroidered with a square and complicated pattern, he whispered to the two people next to him: "You guys chase first."

The two people put their arms around their chests and bowed their heads to him: "Yes, master." Before the words fell to the ground, the figure had disappeared.

The child in the depths of the alley had rare silver hair. His skin was pale, his eyelashes drooped, and his thin body lay powerlessly on the ground. A faint blood dripped from his body, exuding an undetectable sweetness.

Badly wounded, but not dead.

Winston knelt down on one knee and picked up Lan Yan, who disappeared in an instant.

The only sound left in the alley was the sound of rain falling from the eaves and the empty wallet. Leslie, who was hiding in the alley and watched all this, dared to come out.

It was raining heavily, and the courtyard was empty in the middle of the night. Winston walked into the brightly lit hall of Hudson Castle with blue smoke in his arms and a little bit of moisture. Grand Elder Cromway, the Duke and one of the Thirteen Elders, Elle Hudson Vendre was standing at the door, bowing to him with his right hand folded across his chest, and his attendants Adrian Hudson Vendre and Jerome Fergus Torredo knelt on one knee to greet him. He pleaded guilty.

With deep sorrow in his eyes, Winston turned to walk towards the holy hall.

In the holy hall, the holy fire was still burning above the huge holy grail, and the blue flames turned the golden wallpaper and the round chairs with white and red velvet into a strange blue blue.

A burnt cane lies on a mahogany table, its ash staining the white lace tablecloth. It has been completely burned, but its former delicacy can still be seen from the blue gemstones inlaid with gold carvings on the handle part. And luxurious, its owner must like it very much.

"He has fallen into a mania, and I can't stop him." Cromwell looked at the burning holy flame with a sad expression.

"I'm a step late." Winster handed the blue smoke to Cromwell, and Cromwell lifted his cloak, only to find that there was a child hidden inside.

The child had silver hair, a pale face, weak breathing, and the blood oozing from the wound was sweeter than ordinary human blood.

"This is..." Cromwell stretched out his hand in disbelief. "Bai Ling?"

Bai Ling, the legendary Bai Ling who can calm the world-weary and manic vampires and restore them to normal, has not appeared for thousands of years.

"Yes." Winston said. "When I was looking for Lambert, I entered the slums of Kembat and found him in a small alley."

Cromwell touched Lan Yan's cheek with his finger, it was cold, "He's about to die," Cromwell said.

"Bring him back to St. Cherier and send him to Hall Manor. He must be cured." Winster handed the blue smoke to the attendant Jerome Torredo.

"Yes." Jerome took the blue smoke, walked out of the holy hall, and disappeared instantly.

Winston walked to the table, picked up the burnt scepter and said, "I have to go to Bruch and hand this into Becky's hands."

"The Bruch family is already in chaos, and I'm afraid this time it will be a fight." Cromwell said.

After the clan prince dies, the next prince will be selected from among the thirteen elders, usually the great elder succeeds him, but in the Bruhe clan, there are two elders whose strength is comparable to that of the great elder.

"It's useless to fight hard. In the end, they still have to go to Saint-Cherier to decide the winner after we judge." Winster said. "But I'll be there for a month, and I won't be back until Lambert's funeral is over."

"Don't worry, leave this to me." Cromwell lowered his head. He and Winster are of the same blood, with the same black eyes and black hair.

Winston looked at the burnt scepter, as if he was recalling his friend's high-spirited appearance through it, then put away the scepter, and disappeared from the holy hall with his other attendant Adrian in an instant.

Lan Yan felt as if he was floating in the air, just like the dream of flying that he once had, his soul kept rising, rising, and drifting with the wind, the stars were at hand, and the night sky was like black velvet, wrapping him gently, without Pain, no cold.

He should be dead, he thought, but he didn't want to die yet, he thought again.

Old Hall was a doctor with superb medical skills, and his ancestors had blood races, but the unlucky new student was executed for violating the prohibition and killing free people before he lived two years.

Although the higher-ups did not take back his mansion and land, it became a joke among the local nobles, and the Hall family could not lift their heads. Fortunately, the old Hall's generation has saved some of the land due to his excellent medical skills. Fame and status, but he still wanted to have another blood family in the family to bring glory to the family.

He has five children, three boys and two girls, all of whom are excellent in appearance and talent. He spent a lot of money on them and invited tutors to teach them etiquette and skills, take them to socialize, and compliment them on how smart they are. She is so cute, hoping to have a child who can obtain the precious First Embrace qualification to become a vampire.

Over time, the reputation of the Hall family's children spread in the city, and the local nobles even knew about his second daughter Lilith's private affair with Toreado, who was next to Winster, in her boudoir.

The noon sun shines into the windows on the second floor of the manor house. This is a guest room of Hall’s family. Lan Yan was sent here to take care of him a week ago. Turning around, finally waking up.

The cook, Abe Campbell, gently pushed open the door with a wooden tray on which food and soups were placed. The slight creaking sound made Lan Yan frowned, as if struggling, and then relaxed and opened the door. Those silver eyes looked at the ceiling in confusion.

"You're awake!" Abe shouted happily, stepped forward quickly, put the wooden tray on the small table beside the bed, and checked the situation of Lan Yan.

The old clothes on her body were changed, and the quilt under her body was soft and warm. Lan Yan turned her head and observed the well-decorated room and the white and fat woman in front of her. "Where is this?" he asked, frowning.

"This is Hall Manor. Lord Torredo sent you here in the rain a few days ago. Oh, the rain was really heavy that night. He stood under the eaves with you in his arms, but his body was not wet at all. I was taken aback when I opened the door." Abe stroked Lan Yan's head, helped him up, and muttered. "You were injured too badly. Everyone thought you couldn't survive. Fortunately, the master is very skilled in medicine. How do you feel now? You have to drink this soup while it's hot. It won't work when it cools down. I'll keep cooking It's been three hours. I must go and inform the master at once."

After asking a lot, Lan Yan was so noisy that his head was dizzy, but he still asked the key question: "How far is it from here?" There's this nagging fat blond maid.

"Waikenbat? Do you mean the city of Kembat? That's a long way off. After all, this is Saint-Cherier, the largest city in Vanjo. If you want to go there, you might have to ride a four-wheeled carriage day and night. Three days and three nights. Come on, kid, hurry up and drink the medicine, I have to inform the master that you are awake." Abe picked up the bowl and blew, picked up the spoon and began to feed Lan Yan and drink the medicine.