The reserve food raised is the Elf King

noon.

In the brightly lit bedroom, there is the constant sound of pages turning.

【new year. Francis, this turtle-haired old guy, would rather huddle up in a tortoise shell and sleep than come to eat the soup I cooked unless he said that there is haze in the misty abyss... Oh, by the lonely and brilliant God, your heir will be lonely again this year It’s Chinese New Year. 】

This is the notebook Eric thrust into Isabella before leaving.

The sealed shell looked plain and simple, completely out of place compared to the other jeweled treasures in the Dragon Cave.

Isabella lay on the paper, eyes wide open as she struggled to identify each letter.

After breaking out of the shell, she inherited the language and writing talents of the dragon clan, but the handwriting in the notebook was too sloppy, and a series of dragon words were so sharp that they could almost jump out of the paper. Isabella could only pinch her nose and curse Ai Rui secretly. It's unreliable, so I continued reading while half-guessing.

[The weather has been rare recently. I carried the eggshell to the entrance of the cave to bask in the sun, but the damn dwarf almost stole it! Oh, the cunning and cunning dwarf! ...]

What follows is full of crazy insults against dwarves.

Isabella: "..."

There's so much nonsense written here, I really don't know what's interesting about it.

I wanted to throw away the notebook and go find Lancelot, but then I remembered the mysterious expression on the giant silver dragon's big head when it came to her side. Isabella patiently continued to turn down a few pages.

[It rained today and I forgot to take Bella back. (The handwriting in the middle paragraph cannot be read clearly) Forget it, just give her a bath...]

[Francis is coming to play tomorrow, and I want him to help me hatch eggs...]

"……………………"

No more words.

A whole thick notebook is filled with Eric talking to himself!

Complete!department!All!yes!

He would take out his notebook to record every trivial matter.

boring!

Isabella looked so sleepy that she couldn't help but yawned loudly, then lay down on the soft bed and rubbed her cheek.

Woohoo...it seems that the fragrant scent of elves still lingers on the tip of my nose.

So happy o(~v~)o!

With his eyes closed, it was as if the beautiful blond elf was lying next to him.

Isabella wiped the corners of her mouth, recalling the taste of Lancelot's blond hair yesterday. Even if she couldn't swallow it in one gulp, holding it in her mouth already made her feel fully satisfied mentally.

Therefore, until now, the cub's belly is full and round, which is more satisfying than eating a mountain of gold coins in one go.

In addition to searching for beautiful jewelry and gold coins everywhere, the dragon tribe spends the rest of their time eating and drinking in their caves. They will become drowsy after eating too much. If they eat too much, they will sleep longer.

This time Isabella slept four more hours a day.

"I haven't seen my food reserves for a whole day. I don't know what he is doing..."

Isabella glanced at the dusty notebook with boredom, then jumped out of bed, dragging her big tail and planned to crawl out of the room to find her beautiful blond elf.

Climb to the bed and pause again——

Okay, so high.

The elf is tall and has long legs, so the height of the bed is naturally not low.

Isabella grew slowly. Even if she stood up straight on her tiptoes, including the height of her tail, it was only as high as Lancelot's calf.

The cub stuck his head out beside the bed and estimated the height of the ground.

"..."

The smooth floor looks very hard. If you jump directly, you will hit your head qaq.

As soon as the two claws were loosened, they rolled back to the center.

Forget it, just lie on the bed obediently.

Isabella continued to pick up the notebook.

[Huh, Francis, damn old turtle! He swore that he had raised children, and lied to me to put the dragon eggs in the flaming ash mountain to speed up the hatching. Almost boiled the eggs, poor little Bella! 】

"..." Could Eric be even more unreliable?

I flipped through a few more pages.

[...They say that a thousand-year-old bastard is a thousand-year-old turtle. Before it even reaches ten thousand years, the old thing will die first. I am the only dragon left again...]

[What does eternal life mean? 】

The last sharp pen mark fell hard, almost tearing through the paper.

"........."

Ah, ah this?

I almost fell asleep while reading. When I saw the last sentence, the cub suddenly opened his eyes wide. Her claws holding the pages of the book paused in mid-air, and there was a faint feeling of astringency in her heart.

It is the resonance of tragic emotions among the same race.

I didn't expect what happened next to be so sad...

Dragons are an immortal race.

If every friend around me leaves, Eternal Life... seems to be really lonely.

As a human, Isabella was only eighteen years old, and as a dragon, she was just a little cub that had just hatched out of its shell. She couldn't figure out such a boring and complicated proposition for the time being.

Subconsciously avoiding thinking, he flipped through the notebook again.

However, the small curved hook at the tip of the beast's claw happened to hang on an inconspicuous little decoration on the side of the spine of the book.

"Crash-"

Suddenly there was no wind and the entire book's paper automatically floated into the air. The spread pages of the book turned over quickly, forming an invisible isolation zone around it. Isabella reached out to grab it, but could not touch the notebook.

The next second, fire from nowhere engulfed the entire book in an instant.

???

The cub was stunned and couldn't understand what was happening.

Fortunately, the burning only lasted a few seconds, and the flame was quickly extinguished. Amidst the pile of ashes, a shining golden shell was revealed.

What is this?

Isabella stretched out her paw, thought for a few seconds, retracted the sharp nails of the culprit, and carefully patted the golden shell with her pink pads.

"Crack! Crack!"

It sounds very tough, and it shouldn't be easy to let it burn again this time.

Pull the notebook in front of you again.

The floating ashes quickly disappeared into the air, leaving no trace.

On the newly opened page of the notebook, today's date was written.

Under the date, a new row of words slowly emerged:

[Hi, my dear baby Bella, do you miss me? 】

This handwriting...

Eric? ? !

Isabella nearly screamed.

Is this, is this a conversation with her?

There happened to be an extra quill pen at hand. Without thinking, Isabella picked up the pen and rushed to the notebook to write and draw:

[Oh my God, Eric, is that you? How did you do it? This is amazing! 】

After she finished writing this line, it didn't take long for a new paragraph to pop up in the next row of the notebook, word by word.

[We, the giant dragon clan, are the overlords of the continent and naturally have vast magical powers. Whatever you want, I can make it happen for you. 】

You can almost imagine the big dragon on the opposite side shaking his head with a triumphant expression.

[A mature dragon must learn to protect its treasures. Well-behaved little Bella, you must not tell anyone about the things you can talk to me about using your notebook! 】

[…Can’t Lance do the same? 】

[No, this is the special secret of our race. 】

Since it is a special secret...

Isabella agreed hesitantly.

She couldn't wait to continue chatting with Eric. Although she had only left the dragon's territory for just a few days, Isabella missed Eric so much when she thought of Eric and her shiny treasures in the cave, and she excitedly wanted to have a lot of things to say to Eric.

However, her claws were very small, so she could only hold the pen awkwardly and write slowly, one stroke at a time:

[Brother, I miss you so much——] and my gold coins!

Before I finished writing, there were three gentle knocks on the door——

"Miss Bella, are you awake?"

The gentle voice of the elf sounded through the door.

"Snapped--"

Isabella was so frightened that she closed the notebook subconsciously and hurriedly stuffed it and the quill back into the ring. Then he pretended that nothing had happened and just sat on the bed obediently.

Wagged his tail.

He responded sweetly: "I'm awake, Lance!"