Children Raised by Vampires [Western Fantasy]

Lan Yan frowned and stood up abruptly.

Even though the undercurrent is turbulent, the water surface is still peaceful.

When Mir entered the restaurant, the vampires who had dined with Winster stood up one after another to show their respect. The servant quickly added a seat beside Winster and set out new tableware.

"Good evening, Your Majesty." Mir walked up to Winster and bowed to salute.

"Good evening," Winston said. "How did you come?"

Becky nodded to Mir, and her son sat beside her.

Mir glanced at her, sat down on the chair, and nodded politely at her too.

"It's been a long time since I saw you." Mir smiled sweetly. He didn't come to look for Winster, and Winster never took the initiative to look for him.The servant served him a delicious cold tomato and vegetable soup.

There were a lot of people in the restaurant, and there were several elders besides them. They all showed ambiguous expressions when they watched the interaction between Mill and Winster.

Winston picked up the wine glass, gently shaking the bottom of the glass with his slender fingers, and the dark red wine exuded a faint fragrance. "I don't have time to accompany you now." He said coldly.When he said such words, it was equivalent to rejecting Mir's courtship.

Mir showed an embarrassed expression, but only for a moment, he hid it well, but the eyes of the vampires are so sharp, even just for a moment, it is enough for them to catch and wait for this joke.

In fact, from the day Mill Dewey Van Gogh moved out of this gorgeous pure white castle, he has become the butt of jokes in many people's spare time.After all, after following Winston for hundreds of years, stepping on his own brother to rise to the top, but still failed.

Mir had been indifferent to that blood slave when he came this time. After all, he didn't believe that a thousand-year-old vampire would easily fall in love with a human child.His Majesty the True King has seen and experienced too many things. He can see everything, and everything is no longer new to him. The older he is, the less likely he will be moved.

Like a stubborn stone with a warm appearance, he is no longer the young vampire who would easily be with Daniel and promise the position of queen under one person. He was only two hundred years old at that time, and he had just been forced to leave his parents. asylum.

However, after seeing the proud blood slave just now, Mir hesitated. Now Viaken is full of rumors about His Majesty the real king and the child he raised with his own hands. One is a powerful and unpredictable king who has lived for more than 1000 years. , and one is a weak and precious blood slave. Of course, the nobles of the upper class dare not joke about these things, but related scripts have been circulated in the lower class.

God knows how angry Mir was when he first found out about these things. He immediately sent people to smash the small theaters in his territory that had such scripts lined up.

Coupled with the disappearance of the old fortune-teller Augustus Garcia, many people said that he was secretly killed because he predicted a big secret, and the banning of books caused panic everywhere.Mill needs to do his best to keep his position from being shaken by these events.

"I came here this time and wanted to catch up with old friends of Saint-Cherier." Mir said with a cute smile, but everyone could see that he secretly showed his fangs in protest. "Of course visiting you is the main thing. Since you said so, I won't pester you. I'm not that ignorant. By the way, Meg, why didn't you see little Shelley? I remember that His Majesty likes him very much." He said She looked at Meg at the side, but how could Meg, as a serving servant, dare to randomly respond to her master's private affairs on such an occasion.

But after all, the other party called the roll, and it was impossible not to answer. Meg responded pertinently: "My lord, Your Majesty just liked that child's voice for a while."

The Duke of Cromwell laughed straight at the sight. None of the vampires who lived here for a few days could not tell that His Majesty the True King had been fascinated by that rare blood slave. He would look for him almost every day, even with The elders discussed the political affairs all night, and they would leave the main castle at dawn to visit the sleeping man.

It was not like this in the past. In the past, His Majesty the True King would only drag him to drink and relax in the small room on the top of the tower on the left after finishing his work.

And when he talked about the child in a frivolous tone again, Winster reprimanded him in displeasure, which had never happened before.They were close relatives and close friends, even if Winston scolded him in front of the officials, he would not be angry, because he knew that they were still good friends in private.

But that was the first time Winster turned against him in private, as if a very rare treasure was trampled on by rude and absurd people, as angry as if the bottom line had been touched.

"Cromwell, I hope you can understand that he is someone close to me, and you need to treat him with the same respect as I do!" His Majesty the True King warned him so harshly.

Yes, warning, Cromwell can still recall Winster's serious expression and tone when he said this, as if if they were thousands of years younger, His Majesty the True King would drag him out to a duel.

Now Mill's demonstration will only make people who really know the truth laugh out loud.

"Mill, you said you want to visit an old friend? Who is it in Saint-Cherier?" Cromwell picked up a white napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully, asking casually.

"Her name is Jyoti David, the Duke should know her too?" Mir said.

Cromwell just asked casually, trying not to get off the stage with his teeth and claws, but he didn't expect him to say his name. "Oh, Miss Davide, the well-known social queen in the city of St. Cherier, of course I know her, but I didn't expect her to have such a wide range of friends. I remember that she is also many years behind you. After all, when you left here , she was just born."

Mill was not embarrassed at all, and took a spoon to drink the soup, and said innocently and bluntly: "I met at a banquet. We hit it off very well, and we have been in touch with letters since then. She is a lively, enthusiastic, cheerful and extremely interesting lady."

"Oh, of course, Miss Davide can make it smile even when facing a big rock." Cromwell said.

"Do you have any connection with David's family?" Winster ate the last bite of steak, put down the knife and fork, leaving only blood-red juice on the white porcelain plate.

"Yeah, I've always heard that you take good care of their siblings. After all, they are people who really have a strong relationship with you, so I feel very happy that they can come to get close to me, so I take care of them as younger generations." Mir Glad Winster asked this, he'd been wanting to get more involved with Winster.

"Oh? What did you take care of them?" Winster asked.

"This is a secret between us." Mill said with a smile.