Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan, who had nothing to do during the day, wandered around, and even asked a servant for a book to read, but found that he didn't know a single word, probably because Yuan had never read a book.

The fat maid, Abe, followed him all the time, for fear that he would fall or get a fork. When he walked to the thatched hut where the slaves lived, he was immediately dragged away.

"Oh, my precious young master, you are not in good health yet, there are lice and fleas, you can't get close to that place." The blond maid said to him.

Lan Yan slept for a while in the afternoon, and couldn't sleep well at night. When she was standing by the window, she happened to see Old Hall and his tall son Tours coming back with an ugly face. Hall even gave Tours a rare curse.

"What happened to them?" Lan Yan asked.

The night breeze was cool, and Abe put a blue thin velvet coat on him: "The master has always wanted to climb the high branch of the blood clan, and he hopes that there will be a young master or lady who will become a blood clan and bring him glory... see Look, things are not going well." Abei looked at the father and son who were arguing downstairs and sighed. "You are lucky, young master Lan Yan."

"How to say?" Lan Yan turned her head and looked at the blond maid, her bright golden hair shone in the candlelight.

"You're the chosen freshman," Abbe said.

"What do you mean?" Lan Yan asked.

"When you are old enough, those blood clan adults will let you accept the first embrace and become one of them."

"I thought I was just rescued by kind people." Lan Yan said.

"Who would go to a filthy slum to save a dying orphan? My child, you are the chosen one. This is your chance to be born again. Everyone will forget your humble origins. You will have the chance to become a nobleman. To be served, to be admired, to be respected and honored, but before that you'd better leave an heir, because it's more difficult to reproduce after becoming a bloodline," Abbe said.

"Ah?" Lan Yan frowned, and grinned in surprise. He didn't expect to live forever. Since he can be reborn, it means that the soul exists. After becoming a vampire, can he be reincarnated?

There is nothing here, and it takes a long time to go out. If you live for hundreds of thousands of years, will you die of boredom?And he was very sure that he didn't like the smell of blood, although the vampires here only need to drink blood once a month, and the food they enjoy at other times is the same as that of ordinary people.

"Oh, they are coming up, I wonder if they are going to send you back." Abe heard footsteps going upstairs.

"Send it back? Wakenbat?"

"Of course not, it's the majestic and beautiful Eisenmeath Castle."

The door was forcefully opened from the outside, and it was the old Hall holding a cane. His thin face was throbbing with sinister anger, and his narrow eyes reflected a vicious light under the light.

"Master." Abe was taken aback by his appearance.

"From now on, I don't have to serve him anymore. I changed him into sackcloth and threw him to live with slaves. He is a pariah, so he doesn't deserve to enjoy these good things." Old Hall said angrily and left.

"Master!" Abe chased after him two steps. "What happened."

Tours outside the door tilted his head expressionlessly: "You heard it, so hurry up and do it."

The two of them didn't look at Lan Yan again from the beginning to the end, they obviously regarded him as something lowly.

"Wait!" said Abe.

"Abe." Tours shouted loudly, with a cold and contemptuous expression. "Although our family respects you as a family member, don't forget that your real identity is just a maid, and you have no right to ask the master about anything, just do as you want."

Abe was stunned, with a sad look on her face. After Tours left, she wiped her tears and took Lan Yan to the servant's room, and changed into an ill-fitting linen dress.

"It seems that there is a big problem." She felt sorry for Lan Yan, and stroked Lan Yan's hair, he was too thin, if he worked and suffered like a slave, he would die.

"I want to leave here." Lan Yan saw her kindness and grabbed her sleeve. "Can you tell me the way out?"

The blond maid looked at him in embarrassment, and finally pushed his hand away: "No one can leave here without the master's permission."

"He doesn't have my contract of sale, and he has no right to control me. I'm a free man." Lan Yan said.

"Do you think the slaves here are bonded?" said Abe. "They are all foreigners. They were caught and locked up before they became slaves. The free people in the slums are no different from slaves." Abe shook his head.

"I'll take you there," she said.

Laman Owen is the farm supervisor of Hall Manor. His main job is to beat disobedient slaves with his long brown whip that has been stained with the blood of many people. He is unshaven and always wears a wide-brimmed straw hat. His skin was tanned, and there was a scar from top to bottom on his left eye. Because of this injury, the white of his left eye was also red, and he looked horrible.

Abei took Lan Yan to his room, he was ready to go to bed, got up without saying a word, put on his clothes, carried the oil lamp, and led Lan Yan to the straw hut where the male slave lived.

There was no light in the thatched hut. When Laman held the oil lamp and pushed open the door, Lan Yan saw the pairs of numb or angry eyes inside. They were all in shackles, and their skin was more or less beaten. scars.

Lan Yan took a step back, but was pushed in by Laman. After the door was closed, everything fell into darkness.

"Another unlucky ghost." Someone sighed, but there was no other sound.

Lan Yan touched the wall and accidentally kicked someone, who immediately yelled: "Hey bastard, be careful!"

"I'm sorry." Lan Yan apologized, and then sat down against the wall, with straw spread underneath, so as not to be in direct contact with the cold mud.

Rude grunting sounds and weird groaning sounds came from the darkness, Lan Yan held his forehead, what is this horse riding, he must find a way to escape.

It was still light in the morning, and the chickens in the chicken coop had just crowed when Lan Yan was awakened by a scream.

Laman Owen was wearing a sackcloth vest and a wide-brimmed straw hat, brandishing a whip and frantically beating the hapless slaves at the door. "Get up, get up, slackers! You have to work, and if you don't work, you won't have food," he yelled.

It is autumn now, and the wheat in the autumn plow field is golden yellow, ready to be harvested soon, Lan Yan followed them to another open field to plant potatoes and radishes that can be harvested in winter, Lan Yan was young, and got a small shovel for them It is enough to cover the put seedlings with soil, but his young master will do this wherever he comes up, and the cover is either too much or too little. After being whipped a few times, Laman brought a person to teach him.

A boy who was about the same age as Lan Yan, with gray hair, tanned reddish-brown skin, and some freckles on his face, was very indifferent, didn't speak, and only demonstrated a few times with Lan Yan.

Lan Yan found out that he didn't wear shackles either, is it because children don't need to wear them?

Lan Yan silently followed behind him, and the supervisor Laman came to see that he was doing well before walking away again.

"What's your name?" Lan Yan asked in a low voice.

The boy didn't speak, his lips were tightly pressed.

"When were you arrested?" Lan Yan asked again, he wanted to find out some information that would facilitate his escape.

The boy didn't say a word, the shovel turned quickly, and after a while, Lan Yan was thrown away. Laman came again, whipped Lan Yan twice, and urged: "Hurry up, you lazy!"

Lan Yan grinned her teeth in pain, but also knew that it was impossible to resist him in public in this situation, so she could only speed up.

The sun was getting up gradually, and people's faces were hot from the sun. Around eight or nine o'clock, the servants in the manor mansion came to bring breakfast. After everyone finished their work, they all consciously went to get breakfast.

The boy had already covered his row of seedlings and stood on the ridge of the field. Lan Yan hurriedly accelerated his speed again, he was also hungry.

Lan Yan had just recovered from a serious illness, and her body was still a little weak. She put her head down to work for a while, then raised her head, her eyes were dark for a moment, and when she stood up, she staggered, and the boy jumped off the ridge to support him.

"Thank you." Lan Yan tapped his forehead with the back of his hand and smiled at him.

The boy pulled his hand away abruptly, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Let's go, if you don't go, there will be no breakfast." He turned around and said.

"Okay." Lan Yan said.

Everyone's agricultural tools were put together, and Lan Yan followed the boy to put the small shovel over there, then washed his hands in the ditch beside him, and went to get breakfast.

Breakfast is black bread and soup with wild vegetables. Lan Yan accidentally saw the kind and fat maid Abe.

Abe has worked in Hall's house for a long time. She used to be Mrs. Hall's personal maid, and she has a high status among the servants. She didn't have to do this kind of rough work of delivering meals to the fields.

"Blue Yan." The blond fat maid looked at Lan Yan affectionately, took out two more nutritious white breads and a small apple from the pocket of her apron, and stuffed them into Lan Yan's hands. Smuggled out.

"Abe." Lan Yan looked at her and said seriously. "Thank you." This is the person who really helped him.

"I'm asking my lord to take you into the kitchen and do some light work, which is not as hard as being on the ground." Abe took the spoon from another maid and scooped up a bucket full of it. Spoon the green paste soup and pour it into the plate of blue smoke.

She supported Lan Yan's shoulder and led him to sit down on a rock under a big banyan tree.

"Eat here, I'll have to watch you finish before I leave," she said.

"Ah."

Over there, Laman was already waving his whip to urge him. Seeing that Abei was here, he didn't smoke Lan Yan, but his cold eyes stared at him, and Lan Yan had to speed up his eating.

I don't know if it's because he's hungry, but he thinks the green paste tastes good, and it's just right to eat with white bread.

"Are you full? Still eating?" Abe combed his silver hair.

Lan Yan burped and said, "No need."

"You have to cheer up, don't get beaten again, I'll see if I can get some ointment for you at noon." Abe put down Lan Yan's sleeves, and his arm had the whip wound from the beating just now. "Sleeves down, the sun is hot and you're going to get sunburned."

"Okay." Lan Yan glanced at the boy just now, wondering if it was his illusion, he felt that the boy seemed to be more indifferent than before. "By the way, Abe, do you know who he is?" Lan Yan pointed at the boy.