The Transylvanian plain has been shrouded in black fog all year round. It has been for hundreds of years. No one has set foot here and it is isolated from the world. For humans, there are many stories here, vampires, werewolves and witches, but in the course of time
Homogenized into legend.
Deep in this dark forest, there is a quiet old castle. This is a typical thirteenth-century castle, with a simple and elegant shape, revealing an atmosphere of vicissitudes. The outermost high walls are densely covered with thorns and ivy. The closer you get, the more you get closer.
In the castle, the black fog becomes thicker and the air becomes more humid. What is even more strange is that there is always a faint smell of blood lingering...
For most people, childhood should be happy, but not Allen.
Allen is five years old this year, and he is very ignorant. He has no memory of the past, maybe he just grew up slowly. When he gained clear consciousness, the only thing he saw was this old castle with an exterior covered with thorns.
The wall, the dark room, and the dark sky that never sees sunlight.
Sometimes Alan felt that there were many people in the castle, and sometimes he felt that there were very few people. Most people saw him from a distance and were chattering in low voices. He couldn't understand what they were saying. At first,
He also hoped that the butler, Uncle Thomas, could tell him that this was the only person who would take care of him and be willing to talk to him more. But Uncle Thomas told him
Sooner or later, he will know. And Allen also discovered that there seemed to be no children in this old castle, and he was the only child. This was what he learned from the butler Thomas, that he was different from them. He had no parents,
He has no relatives or friends. In such an old castle, everyone seems to be lonely. In short, he has no concept of home.
The days passed, and another year passed. Allen felt that he was bored and had nothing to do every day.
On this morning, the sky was still dark and there was no trace of sunlight. He walked to the courtyard of the castle and strolled casually. Suddenly, he saw someone he had never seen before. This was a girl, about seventeen years old.
Eight years old, she has silky black hair
She has hair, fair skin, extremely elegant facial features, emerald green eyes like water, and her proud curves are faintly revealed under a black dress. She is quietly reading a book on the bench in the courtyard. This scene is like
The painting is ordinary, but in Allen's eyes it is particularly extraordinary.
Of course Allen didn't understand so much. He only knew that he had never seen this woman before, or rather, he had never seen such a beautiful person. New here?
Allen approached gently. He was a little scared. He knew that other people would always keep their distance from him and say things that he didn't understand but felt uncomfortable.
The girl also turned her head, and their eyes met. She was surprised.
"Hello, sister?" Allen didn't know what to say.
"Are you?...the one?" The girl seemed to understand instantly.
Allen murmured and asked, "Are you new here?"
The girl smiled softly, her laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, "My name is Edith, and I have been in the blood pool before. How old are you this year?"
"Sister Edith? I am five...maybe six years old." Allen had no concept of time.
Edith looked at Allen seriously and smiled: "Your name is Allen, right? We will be friends from now on. No, you will be my brother from now on."
"younger brother?"
"right!"
So on this day, little Allen finally had a friend, or relative. Someone who could talk to him except Thomas, the butler.
Above the castle, in the main hall, butler Thomas looked down through the dusty glass window. It was a scene of Ellen and Edith laughing in the courtyard.
Thomas observed for a moment, then turned around and said silently: "Your Highness Charlemagne, is there any news from His Highness Caesar?"
A majestic old man with a gray beard and silver hair sat on the throne in the main hall. He was dressed in a pure black gorgeous robe, with only a blooming rose as decoration on his chest. He had a majestic temperament, quite a bit.
The taste of ruling the world. Charlemagne said lightly: "Not yet."
"Six years have passed," Thomas sighed.
"I guess not even the bastards in the Holy See knew about the final outcome of that battle. If Rowling hadn't made a decisive decision and teleported back to the castle as soon as the child was born, we might not have known anything." Charlemagne
Said: "The only thing we can be sure of is that Caesar is not dead, and the soul imprint on the vampire sigil is still there."
"This child... we kept him in the blood pool for five years to nourish him. He almost sucked out all the blood essence in it before he could survive the initial stage of infancy. The vampire race is a rebirth of human beings and has no ability to reproduce.
.I have looked through all the ancient books in the clan, but there is no example for reference. Sigh..." Thomas sighed again.
"In just five years, the blood pool accumulated over a hundred years can be almost drained. This is enough for the baron to advance to the earl, and can even improve the inferior bloodline ability. But for this child, it is only enough to satisfy the growth..." Charlie
Man rubbed his temples and continued
: "Now the blood pool has been exhausted, and it won't be replenished for decades. I don't have much time left, and I will need to sleep in ten years at most. When I sleep, I can only let Yekajie
Lina wakes up, and with her personality, she might cause a scene."
"Caesar is missing now, and our Rose clan only has two princes left..." Thomas paused and did not continue. But he thought in his heart that the Prince Charlemagne in front of him was already at the end of his life, and he was sleeping longer and longer.
, and was much weaker than the average prince. But the other Catherine was... Thomas didn't dare to think about it further.
"Caesar is different from us. I have confidence in him." Charlemagne said: "But this child... must not let Catherine know his existence, otherwise the fortune and misfortune will be unpredictable."
"What do you mean?..."
"Oh... wait a minute. If Caesar never returns, I will send him out of the castle. We still have trustworthy vassal families in human society." Charlemagne said slowly. Charlemagne did not say anything.
Yes, this child probably hides a lot of secrets.
"As you wish, I will take good care of Master Allen."
Time flies, and another three years have passed.
Allen is nine years old. Since he has Edith's company, Allen feels that life begins to have meaning.
On this day, Edith taught Alan how to read and write as usual. Alan was very smart, much smarter than ordinary people. In just three years, he not only learned to read and write, but he could also read obscure ancient books by himself.
Allen suddenly asked: "Sister Edith, the book says blue sky and white clouds, what does that look like? Why is there always a dark sky here?"
Edith was silent for a moment and said: "We are vampires and cannot be exposed to the sun. The sun will burn our skin until it burns us out. Unless you have strength above the level of a marquis, you can resist the sun for a long time.
.The territory of our Rose Clan is covered by a shady curtain, and sunlight cannot enter here. The shady curtain is driven by the bloodline ability of the blood clan combined with the magic circle."
At this point, she sighed and continued: "When I was a child, I also saw the blue sky and white clouds... However, since I was reincarnated as a vampire, I have never seen it again..."
Allen asked curiously: "Did my sister not be a vampire before?"
"Silly brother, no one is born a vampire. No, maybe there are only ancient Lilith and Cain. Oh, no, there is also you. You are born a vampire." Edith smiled.
"Well, I thought everyone was the same as me." Allen was actually no longer an ignorant child, he just confirmed what he thought.
"Born into a vampire race, haha! What a waste!" At this moment, someone next to him laughed strangely.
"Collins, what did you say!?" Edith immediately shouted angrily.
"Do you think this trash has any bloodline ability? After being nourished in the blood pool for five years, I would have been an earl long ago." The man named Collins smiled sinisterly and said: "I heard that Thomas did it repeatedly
Test, this so-called born vampire is just a waste except for drinking blood like us, with no ability at all, just like those lowly blood knights. Maybe, he is worse than humans! Hahaha!"
Edith didn't want to hear any more. Her pupils glowed slightly with red light. She squeezed her slender hands gently, and several invisible forces in the space began to pull. The vampire named Collins couldn't catch him and let out a scream.
His whole body was twisted into a knot, and his bones were broken in several places. There was blood coming from his mouth, and he was curled up on the ground struggling and wailing.
"If the people behind you can't let you go into a blood pool to nourish and heal your wounds for several months, I advise you to stop being someone else's dog in the future!" Edith's eyes glowed slightly red and she looked at the ground coldly.
The man who was twisted out of shape by her said disdainfully, "Besides, with your level as a third-class baron, I'm afraid you won't be able to earn the right to be nourished in the blood pool for five years even if your three hundred years of life are exhausted."
"Alan, don't listen to their nonsense." Edith closed her eyes, the red light faded, and turned around to comfort her.
"Don't worry, sister. I'm used to it. As long as there are still people willing to talk to me, I'll be happy." Allen reluctantly smiled, his eyes sparkling. He knew in his heart that he had been mocked like this more than once.
"Alan, listen to me." Edith held Alan's shoulders and said seriously: "Bloodline ability is not important. On the contrary, when I first saw you, I envied you very much. You have a vivid
life. This is what I have lost. I once loved life and imagined my infinite future. And
Now, I have survived in this old castle for nearly three hundred years, but these three hundred years have been like a walking zombie. And since you appeared, I have been very happy in the past three years. If it weren't for you, I might just continue here.
Just passing the time in boredom. What’s the use of high-level bloodline abilities? What’s the point of immortality?”
Looking at Edith's beautiful face and firm eyes, Allen suddenly realized that life might be much more complicated than he imagined.