The reserve food raised is the Elf King

However, Isabella failed to wait in the academy until Francis returned.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

The team sent to the Northern Territory by Mage Tower was assembled at short notice, and they had to rush through the large forest and reach the edge of the Northern Territory before the storm at the end of the month.

Even half a month earlier than the departure date of Guangming Tower.

Isabella had to separate from Lancelot.

Before departure, Isabella worked overtime to cook three large pots of colorful black soup and two large bottles of colorless and transparent liquid, and gave them to Lancelot.

This scene seems familiar.

A few seconds ago, Lancelot had just stuffed a small glass bottle filled with two kinds of golden and white jelly beans into Isabella's storage ring.

Now it's Isabella's turn.

The two said goodbye under the high city wall at the school gate. There were scattered young couples saying goodbye in pairs nearby.

Isabella tugged on the elf's sleeve, reluctant to let go.

She repeatedly warned, "Drink it once a day. If you feel uncomfortable in your throat, just drink a little of this bottle without color."

Lancelot looked at her with a smile, his eyes clear and gentle.

"What...what are you doing! You haven't spoken a word."

Isabella felt uncomfortable being stared at, and her cheeks felt vaguely hot. She also felt that she had become a bit nagging recently, similar to how Lancelot treated her before.

Mother-in-law.

it's wired.

But Miss Julong never gave up. Even if she couldn't figure out why she felt strange, she still refused to look away first.

She glared at the elf menacingly, put her hands on her hips and emphasized, "Lance, are you listening to me?"

Lancelot continued to smile like a hundred flowers blooming.

It seemed that the smile on the elf's face had not fallen since he finished the first bowl of soup that Isabella cooked personally.

Isabella "..."

Just smile, you know how to laugh.

what's so funny.

You won't drink the elf to the point of paralysis, right? !

Σ⊙▽⊙"a?

Isabella secretly speculated and debated whether to consult Eric on how to solve the problem.

Then I heard the elf's voice fall on my ears, soft and warm, "I know Bella, I will drink it well."

The elf bent slightly.

Under the gaze of many Mage Tower students peeking from a distance, he took the initiative to hug her.

Like the bright sunshine falling from the sky, the golden light shines only on Isabella.

Full of abundant enthusiasm and love.

Isabella was stunned for a moment, then she realized and hugged the elf.

His ferocious momentum suddenly dropped an octave, and he whispered uncomfortably, "There are people behind, there are people behind..."

Isabella felt embarrassed for the first time.

He even forgot to hold the blond hair in front of him in his palms. He just rubbed his face against the elf's shoulder, trying to open the distance between the two.

"Oh, Lily and the others are watching from behind..."

It may be due to the change in Lancelot's status. As the youngest professor in the Mage Tower, his shining appearance on the podium attracted Isabella's attention in a unique way. It also allowed her to discover a very outstanding and outstanding side of Lancelot that was different from what he had at home.

It was a side that she couldn't help but feel attracted to as a pure academic scumbag.

——Of course, I still can’t understand the lessons I should not understand.

But it does not prevent Miss Julong from enjoying her beauty.

"You are a professor now, and all the students in our grade admire you so much, so Lance has to pay more attention to his image than before."

Isabella said, pushing the elf's arms away more firmly with her hands.

And he patted the elf on the shoulder seriously.

"Don't worry, Professor Lance, I will protect your perfect image."

Lancelot "...?"

Seeing the source of warmth actively moving away from him, the expression on the beautiful elf's face suddenly became blank.

He specifically chose Isabella's grade to attend classes in order to be able to get along with her more openly.

The college advocates free love. If there is a love relationship between a student and a tutor, the college will maintain a supportive attitude. The students who come to this college and the tutors they hire are all the best in the mainland. The college never worries that they will do unfair things in class because of a small love affair.

But...it looks like this now.

It's like he shot himself in the foot with a rock.

Lancelot: "No, we don't actually--" It doesn't matter!

Isabella had already pushed him away and helped Lancelot straighten his slightly wrinkled collar.

Lancelot had no choice but to shut up silently.

Isabella was still obsessed with the fact that no matter what ingredients she put in her pot, it would eventually turn into a colorful black soup.

If you stay with someone for a long time, you will unknowingly develop similar habits to the other person. Isabella is now gradually moving closer to Lancelot, and has the obsessive-compulsive disorder to achieve goals in many things.

She patted her chest and vowed, "I was in a hurry this time and didn't learn the correct way to make soup. When I come back next time, it will definitely not be like this."

Lancelot responded with a smile.

He enjoyed every bit of Isabella's kindness to him.

Even if this good thing is poisonous.

He was also willing to accept it.

During this period of time, he drank soup every day, and Lancelot was no longer as curious as he was at first about what Isabella was giving him to drink.

As an elf who is very proficient in all aspects of potions and magic circles, he actually saw at a glance very early that the pot of soup made by Isabella needed to be re-proportioned between the black liquid and the colorless liquid behind it.

But obviously, Ms. Julong, who didn't listen in class, didn't have such precise and perfect skills.

Lancelot did not teach Isabella personally as he usually did with homework. Instead, he remained silent, watching Isabella scratching her head every time as she tinkered and tried various things in the kitchen, and then came to him with a new pot of dark poison and colorless antidote.

He loved seeing her think for herself.

It's like every inch of my heart, soul, and thoughts are involved by him.

This will bring a great sense of satisfaction to the elf.

Every time Isabella took the initiative to come to him with a cauldron in her arms, her glass-ball-like eyes were particularly shining, with a faint red glow outside her eye sockets.

Once, Lancelot gently touched Isabella's eyes.

Her skin was as soft as petals, like the crystal clear snowflakes all over the sky in winter. Only a small area from the end of the eye to the cheek had a very light red color.

It looks very conspicuous on pure white.

Isabella ducked back, and before the elf could ask, she hesitated and took the initiative to explain, "Ah, I know her eyes seem a little red, it's okay."

She couldn't bring herself to cry today, so she found a spicy-smelling powder from the kitchen spices and applied it under her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the dosage was too much.

It was so spicy that she burst into tears.

While crying and crying, I was frantically looking for a container to put it in. I was so busy that I was so embarrassed. Isabella felt stupid for behaving like this and didn't want Lancelot to see it.

The elf can handle everything well every time, unlike her... who would break a big iron pot every time she makes soup.

I hope Lancelot doesn’t notice (praying to the God of Light in a low voice for blessing).

Miss Dragon cried two large bottles of tears this time, which was enough for a week's worth of antidote.

Lancelot asked distressedly, "Will it hurt?"

The eyelids are a little swollen.

"Of course it doesn't hurt. You can't underestimate the recovery ability of the dragon clan."

In order not to worry the elf and blame herself, Isabella was afraid that he would say that she would no longer drink the soup she cooked, so she immediately said, "The main reason is that my skin is thin, and it will turn red naturally after being exposed to the heat in the kitchen for a long time. As long as Transform back into dragon form and you will recover immediately.”

She was in a hurry to give Lancelot soup today, so she didn't bother to change it.

trouble.

"Bella, thank you."

"What's wrong with that? I just hope your complexion can get better. Recently, I see that you always seem to have nightmares at night, and your eyes are turning blue."

At this point, Isabella suddenly became curious, "Lance, what are you dreaming about every night?"

"..."

Lancelot didn't answer.

His eyes dimmed slightly, and he subconsciously lowered his head to avoid Isabella's eyes and looked at her hands.

The fingers were slender and white, and the knuckles were empty. There was no ring on them like in the dream. The wide sleeves rolled up to a small section expose the wrists, with a touch of tan hidden in the fabric.

It was he who polished the wooden bracelet himself and put it on for her.

Once it's on, it's his.

It can't be taken off again.

Lancelot quietly raised the corners of his lips, and his mood gradually improved again.

Then he picked up the black cauldron.

The elf has an elegant temperament, and even if he drank the large pot of unknown liquid in front of him, he drank it with a holy ritual feeling like bright divine dew.

Seeing the elf start to drink soup again, Isabella's attention was drawn back and she no longer dwelled on his dream at night.

After finishing the drink, Isabella didn't need to ask. She looked at the elf's confused eyes, changing randomly between different colors, and once turned into a color that was more pure silver than the dragon lady's scales.

"Failed again..."

Isabella sighed in frustration.

He expertly fed the elf two mouthfuls of the antidote.

Wait quietly for him to return to normal.

Now that it has happened so many times, Isabella has become accustomed to turning a blind eye even when faced with a pair of elves with pure silver eyes.

She attributed the change in the color of the elf's eyes to the effects of this cauldron of soup.

The main ingredient in the soup is the dragon scales that fall off the body. The scales are silver, so the elf's eyes will turn silver after drinking it.

I haven't considered any other possible explanations at all.

He also missed a certain potential truth that Isabella always wanted to know.

After the elf's eyes returned to gold, Isabella leaned forward and asked with earnest concern, "Lance, how do you feel?"

Lancelot smiled, not mentioning the adverse reaction of dizziness just now, his eyes were clear and bright, "I feel much better than last time."

It seems that the poison this time was less than the antidote.

Isabella breathed a huge sigh of relief "That's great."

The great dragon lady is indeed the best!

She is really super talented!

Next time, she should brag to Eric, so as to save the nagging brother from worrying that she poisoned the elf.

Lancelot smiled lightly, his eyes seemed to be filled with warm spring water.

Isabella was concentrating on counting with her fingers how many drops of antidote she had put in when making the soup this time, and she didn't even notice the elf's gaze covering her body.

The eyes that had returned to gold now melted into silver again.

Several dark brown wooden vines quietly condensed from the darkness, entwining themselves under the eyes and slowly approaching, trying to completely shut the little Isabella figure in his eyes into his world.

In an unknown dark corner of my heart, I felt a hint of secret joy and addiction to Isabella's serious expression at the moment.

I know that such emotions are wrong.

but……

He really liked the way Isabella's eyes were filled with his.

Best, all the attention is on him.

"Ah, it feels like we're about to gather."

After blowing the horn three times in a row, the scattered students of the Mage Tower on the side gathered in the central open space.

"Lance, I'm going there too! We'll contact you again in the north in a few days. Just write to me directly then."

Although the super-rich Ms. Dragon has not yet gone to the North, she has bribed the most popular and expensive manual communicators there. Most of them are bounty hunters who want to make some extra money for rich women. .

The last time Isabella was able to find Francis so quickly, she also relied on these bounty hunters scattered all over the north.

"Okay, Bella, be careful on the road..."

Lancelot wanted to say a few more words to her, but Isabella's attention had moved away from him and began to look around for Lydia.

The two of them made an appointment to meet together so that they could sleep in the same tent on the way.

Hee hee, the joy of outing hand in hand with my little sisters.

Looking forward to it!

"Bella, come here quickly!"

Isabella looked around with joy, and soon saw Lydia waving to her not far away, with a tall and slender man standing next to her.

It seemed like a new character that Isabella had never seen before.

Lydia held hands with him affectionately and rested her head on his arm, unable to hide the smile on her face. Like a coquettish kitten, it just turned over and exposed its soft belly, arrogantly and cutely inviting the other person to pet it.

Isabella has never seen Lydia act so coquettishly and cutely.

"Hey, who is that?"

Isabella looked away from Lancelot, stood on tiptoes, narrowed her eyes curiously, and looked at the man next to Lydia from a distance.

However, there were a lot of students gathering to see him off, and before they could see his appearance clearly, the two of them were lost in the flow of people.

"Oh, I know! Is it Professor Tinasi!"

Isabella had an idea and excitedly guessed the correct answer. She immediately wanted to run over and join Lidya, "I have never formally met Professor Tinasi. I want to see which little fat sheep took my Lily was kidnapped."

Behind him, Slot grabbed Isabella's hand.

"Eh?" The white-haired girl's excited expression was still on her face, and she turned back in confusion, "What's the matter, Lance?"

Didn’t you say goodbye just now?

The elf's lips smiled slightly, as if he didn't expect Isabella to speak like this.

It will return to nature soon.

Lancelot tried to tactfully hint, "Bella, be safe on the road."

Isabella nodded obediently, "Yeah, I know. So do you."

Lancelot "..."

Isabella "..."

After two seconds of silence.

The little girl blinked her eyes innocently, her watery misty blue eyes looking innocently at the elf, with the words "Why don't you let me go yet" shining brightly in her eyes?

There's no harm in it.

but……

Lancelot's fingertips hidden under his sleeves pinched his palm.

Why doesn't she hug herself?

In the past, even if she just went out to school every morning, when he sent her out, she would take the initiative to hug him.

Lancelot even felt a little aggrieved.

Isabella is very upright, and her super thick nerves never have the sensitive thoughts of elves.

She simply felt that she had hugged him just now, and she now had a natural sense of awe (?) for the elf's identity as a professor, and felt that keeping a distance was the proper relationship between students and professors.

Therefore, in front of outsiders, Isabella will try to restrain herself from cuddling and hugging.

Who knew that her restraint would actually become a kind of alienation in the eyes of the elves.

He didn't like Isabella's distantness.

Not even a tiny bit.

She also doesn't like her eyes to stay on other people of the opposite sex.

As a professor, Lancelot naturally met Tinasi himself.

The old sheep always put on a show, was born with a very good-looking face, and had a mature temperament that was different from other people Isabella had met before.

But he is timid and extremely lazy, and he likes to trick people into doing things for him. But as long as there is a slight scare from outside, he will fall on his back, looking embarrassed and pretending to be dead.

The elf was not supposed to judge another human being with such words, but Lancelot couldn't help it.

He didn't want Isabella to make any new friends again.

She clearly...had him alone.

He could give her everything she wanted.

So, can't we just look at him?

Thinking of this, the elf's eyes dimmed again, and the chaotic silver mixed in the bottom of his eyes, covering the light inch by inch.

The long and strong hands pulled slightly, and without Isabella's defense, he easily hugged her back into his arms again. ,

"Eh?"

Isabella was caught off guard and hit the elf's chest with her forehead.

It doesn't hurt at all, it's just that the soft skin is too delicate and a small patch was still red.

She pressed against the small red mark on her forehead, the look in her eyes became more and more doubtful, and she looked at Lancelot, who was behaving very ungratefully today.

"Lance, you...?"

What's going on? Why do I feel that the elf's mood is still very wrong?

Recently, he had been working hard to make soup. After Lancelot finished drinking it, his mood and state visibly changed back to the best before.

But the way he looks today, it's obvious that he hasn't recovered yet.

Isabella frowned with two thin brows in confusion. Did she boil the soup in vain?

This is impossible!

Isabella was full of confusion and wanted to ask the elf for answers, but Lancelot didn't give her a chance to speak this time.

He leaned down, one hand firmly grasped Isabella's arm, and the other hand went up her back, landing on the back of her neck and lifting it up gently. The force was not strong, but it forced Isabella to follow his movements.

The little girl raised her face.

The expression on his face still remained puzzled.

"Bella, do you like me?"

Lancelot asked softly.

Isabella tilted her head, why did she suddenly ask this question?

Of course she likes elves!

If he didn't like it, would he still work hard to make soup for him with his own scales every day, and squeeze his tears to detoxify him?

None of the cows raised in the pasture are as hardworking as her!

But after he drank it, it had no effect at all.

Isabella couldn't help but feel a little angry and depressed, feeling that her time was wasted.

She pursed her lips and forgot to answer the elf's question.

"..."

Lancelot stared at her quietly, his ethereal eyes blinking slightly, like a tired bird flying into the dust of the storm, unable to find a way out.

The original plan was to tell Isabella his thoughts clearly after everything was over.

But now.

Lancelot suddenly no longer wanted to wait patiently for her reply.

"But I like you, I like you very much."

I want to be with you forever.

until the end of time.

The elf whispered, slowly leaning over

Under Isabella's wide-open eyes, this face, as delicate as a sculpture of the God of Light, was getting closer and closer to her.

then.

On the reddish mark on his forehead.

A gentle kiss fell.

Lighter than a feather.

Isabella "………………??!!!"

No, ah this?

Ms. Dragon's brain was completely shut down.

Lancelot took the initiative...kissed her? ! !

When Isabella came back to her senses, she found that there was no one in front of her, and there was no trace of the elf.

Lydia patted her on the shoulder, a trace of doubt flashed in her cat eyes, "Bella, why didn't you respond when I called you just now?"

The flow of people coming and going blocked the scene that just happened under the corner of the city wall.

Lydia did not see the scene where the elf kissed Isabella.

"Hey, where is Professor Lance?" She looked around, "I obviously saw him coming to see you off."

But there was no time to care about this now. As the last assembly order sounded, Lydia stamped her feet, picked up Isabella and hurried towards the gathering crowd, "Don't be in a daze, miss. If you don't gather, you will be late!" Your performance on this mission will be included in this year’s final assessment, so please be more serious!”