The reserve food raised is the Elf King
Chapter 147 Jin Shining’s soft heart
"Lance, it's best not to let me know that this matter has anything to do with you."
Lancelot's expression was slightly startled.
There seemed to be something in the silver eyes that shattered and opened a gap, then shattered all over the ground, and then he silently pieced it together and healed it up.
The elf sighed lightly, looking like he was hurt by Isabella's words. He pursed his lips and spoke softly, without any temper: "Bella, how could I really hurt you."
Isabella was very upright and did not accept Lancelot's behavior.
In the past few days, I have seen too many "soft and twisty" elves, and Miss Dragon said that she has developed resistance.
Drinking too much green tea can really make your mouth numb.
Isabella said bluntly: "You really won't harm me, I believe you."
Lancelot opened his eyes again, looked over softly, and stretched out his hand to hug Isabella.
But she was mercilessly pushed away by Miss Dragon.
Isabella bared her sharp teeth and said fiercely: "But this is not the first time you have secretly tricked me!"
Lancelot: "..."
What should I do if my girlfriend becomes smarter?
The elf's pretended to be weak expression stiffened slightly.
Fortunately, Isabella did not notice such small details, but began to pack the things she wanted to take away.
She unceremoniously put all the gems Louis gave her into the storage ring - oh, by the way, the storage ring was also a new one she got from Louis. The giant dragon's style is such that he will not be polite in front of all kinds of beautiful treasures, and he will ensure that he plunders everything cleanly, and not a single golden yarn will be missed.
Lancelot stood aside and continued to maintain his gentle and harmless tone: "Bella, these jewelry are not common. I will have more and better ones when we go back."
So, can you please stop taking these worthless things?
When he thought that Isabella was getting things given to her by other men, Lancelot felt as if he had overturned a jar of vinegar and soaked himself in it sourly.
The giant dragon girl stopped the movement of her hand, and glanced at the elf behind her with her half-animal-shaped vertical pupils, and blinked before returning to her normal misty pupils.
She sniffed deliberately and raised her beautiful eyebrows, "Yeah, look what I smell."
Lancelot: "..."
His Royal Highness the Elf King is thin-skinned, and this kind of jealousy hinted at by his words is still too explicit for him. So Lancelot easily blushed at what Isabella said and silently shut up and stopped talking.
On the contrary, Isabella thought of something and patted her forehead lightly, "By the way, Lance, I almost forgot. You took my brother—no!"
The busier she is in rushing to meet the deadline, the easier it is for Ms. Dragon to talk.
Lancelot was confused, "Brother? Sir Eric?"
Isabella wanted to ask the elf where she put the notebook that could be compared to Eric's lonely dragon, but she suddenly remembered that Eric had told her not to mention him to anyone, so she had to cough twice and forcefully Continue to round out your words.
"Yes, the gold ring my brother gave me. When I arrived at Pudaccino last time, I found that the ring was missing."
Lancelot was silent for a moment and did not answer immediately.
Isabella looked over immediately, "You won't deny it, will you?"
She definitely didn't misunderstand Lancelot this time.
The dragon's ring cannot be lost by itself. The nature of being obsessed with treasures gives the dragons the intuitive talent to accurately protect their treasures. If the ring fell in the sea, there was no way Isabella would not notice it.
Facing the girl's determined eyes, Lancelot had no choice but to admit, "Yes, at my place."
Isabella stretched out her hand: "Give it back to me."
Lancelot subconsciously hid his sleeves back, and the slight movement of his broad sleeves was even more imperceptible than the traces of the breeze.
The elf's expression remained unchanged and he said softly, "I didn't bring it with me. I will return it to you next time I return to the Central Forest."
Isabella was suspicious: "Really?"
Her intuition told her that the ring was on Lancelot. But the emotion said in her mind that it was very difficult for the elves to lie, and there was no need for Lancelot to lie to her about this kind of thing.
The treasure in the ring is extremely rich, but for Lancelot, the elf king who rules the entire Pudasino, he will never be greedy for treasure.
He glanced up and down at Lancelot several times, but the beautiful golden elf had a calm expression and silently looked directly at Isabella with his silver eyes as bright as the Milky Way, which made Miss Dragon feel a little uncomfortable for no reason.
Isabella was the first to turn away her eyes and muttered, "Then I will trust you again. You must return it to me next time."
Her lonely brother was alone in the cave. He had no one to talk to for such a long time. He was probably so lonely that he was lying on a pile of gold coins to sharpen his claws.
Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief.
The fingertips were so tense that they turned white, and then they slowly relaxed again.
He did lie again.
He kept the gold ring in his own ring and used countless magic circles to cover up its traces.
Unexpectedly, the giant dragon clan's intuition, which is so powerful that no one can match it, sensed something was wrong.
Fortunately, Isabella still trusted him.
There was no forced search.
Such thoughts made the elf couldn't help but feel happy. The corners of his lips curved slightly into a beautiful curve. Even his eyebrows, which had looked gloomy due to being jealous too many times in recent days, relaxed a lot at this moment.
only……
In the dream, Isabella was wearing this gold ring, breaking free from his wrist, and leaving without mercy.
There was no way he was going to let the nightmare come true.
The elf lowered his eyes, quietly touched the lines on the gold ring with his fingertips, and placed two more magic circles on it.
Isabella was packing her things with her back to him, so she didn't see the tall blond Elf King behind her, who had returned to his original indifferent appearance. The cold and aloof profile of his face fell inconspicuously under the flickering candlelight in the room. On the far wall.
When Isabella looked back, she returned to her gentle look.
"Have you finished packing?"
Isabella nodded and looked around carefully, "It's still early now. I'll go to Lewis to explain. I can't just leave without saying a word."
Lancelot did not stop her from meeting Louis this time.
It was rare for the elf to feel bad, and he thought with regret that Isabella had personally told her love rival the bad news of canceling the wedding. Just thinking about it made him feel happy.
If I had known earlier, I would have endured it a little longer and not intentionally stumbled Louis and sent him away from Isabella.
……
Sure enough, when Isabella arrived at Louis Palace and asked the guard at the door, she found out that His Royal Highness the Prince and a group of ministers were not at the palace, but were temporarily out to handle government affairs.
"Then when will he come back?"
Isabella looked at the sky and hesitated whether to wait for Louis for a while.
The guard shook his head: "His Royal Highness has always been diligent. He is busy with government affairs and may not come back tonight."
Isabella regrets.
She didn't have time to wait until tomorrow to say goodbye to Louis in person.
Turning to leave Louis' palace, Lancelot emerged from behind again.
The elf did not hide the smile on his face and walked openly and honestly beside Isabella. Naturally, he would not tell Isabella that tonight's important political matter was actually just a little trick he had made. It was very likely that the obtrusive blond Louis would be back in an hour.
It's such a pity that the two of them have to miss it.
Lancelot's voice was gentle and considerate, as if he was the kindest being in the world, "I can help you leave a letter to His Highness, explaining the reason why you must go back."
Isabella didn't like writing Common Tongue, and Lancelot used to occasionally write for her.
"Okay, you can write one for me."
Isabella did not refuse, feeling a little guilty and reminded the elf: "Remember to imitate my handwriting."
Lancelot smiled and responded: "Okay."
Perhaps his gloating expression of joy was too obvious, so Isabella pressed her forehead speechlessly and rolled her eyes.
It was a foregone conclusion that she had to leave tonight, and there was obviously no need to come back to fulfill her ridiculous marriage agreement with Louis. Lancelot no longer pretended to be sympathetic. If it was too hypocritical, he would feel hypocritical.
Moreover, the elf is really happy now.
But Isabella always had a good knack of pouring cold water on him.
"You must write two identical letters, one to Louis and a copy to me."
Lancelot was startled, "Why?"
"I want to check if you will write anything strange in my name."
Lancelot: "..."
It is undeniable that the elf has indeed thought about completely ending Louis' delusion in the name of Isabella.
But this thought only passed by for a moment.
As an elf, Lancelot is still generous and kind in nature. He is willing to give a little sympathy to a poor man who obviously has no competitiveness and is not even a love rival.
However, the elf still pretended to be aggrieved, accusing the dragon of being ruthless, "Bella, you still don't trust me."
Isabella showed no mercy at all, and nodded bluntly and admitted: "Yes, your credit limit with me is almost zero."
Lancelot immediately said: "I will perform well!"
Looking at the elf's sworn expression, his blond hair is soft and beautiful, and the bright twilight of the galaxy behind him can only serve as his foil.
Isabella couldn't help but feel a little weak, "Then I will believe you again."
Lancelot smiled gently and followed Isabella obediently. The two went to the laboratory specially prepared by Louis for refining potions. There were still more than nine bottles of potions in it, which were originally intended to be given to Louis.
Isabella took away a bottle, took out a scale that she had plucked out before from her sleeve, and thought about it and put it in an inconspicuous corner.
She reminded Lancelot: "Remember to tell Louis in your letter that I hid the scales here."
Lancelot didn't answer.
"Lance?" Isabella turned around and found that the blond young man behind her had a gloomy face, and there was a vague storm gathering in his silver eyes.
The girl was a little confused.
You were fine just now, why are you suddenly angry?
Lancelot pursed his lips, and his originally brisk voice darkened again, "Didn't you tell me that the dragon's scales are never given to anyone easily?"
Isabella was slightly startled.
It seems that her scales have been given to many people.
Arthur, Lydia, Francis...even sometimes have more than one scale.
Moreover, Isabella used an unknown amount of scales when she made soup for Lancelot. She is now almost used to treating her scales as ordinary consumables instead of precious existences.
Anyway, if you pull it out, a new one will grow soon.
However, Lancelot didn't think so.
He always cherished the scale Isabella gave him, and carried it with him wherever he went, as if Isabella was always with him.
But now, absurdly, I realize that he was never the only one.
At this moment, the small piece of scales was tightly attached to the elf's chest, and through a thin layer of single clothes, he could feel the beating heart under the blood and muscles.
A beating, breaking heart.
Isabella was stunned.
Seeing that the elf was so sad that his eyes were slightly red, his pale face was like a dying flower, and he looked like he was greatly shocked.
Miss Dragon opened her mouth, instinctively not wanting to make the elf angry anymore.
She said: "You are different from others."
Lancelot said nothing.
The cold and hurt eyes revealed disbelief, as if asking "What's different?"
Isabella felt guilty and quickly defended in a low voice: "You have also eaten my saliva——"
Saliva, tears, scales, the dragon's magic weapon for refining potions. This elf of yours has eaten them all, why should you be unhappy?
Lancelot got it wrong.
He thought of the entangled lips and teeth when he and Isabella hugged each other. The girl's taste is like the sweetest sugar jar, making people want to drown in it.
Not only on the huge soft and comfortable bed, but also in front of the mirror and on the carpet, he held the little girl's petite and soft body and walked almost everywhere.
The hot scene almost swallowed him up.
The elf could even clearly recall the heat of his skin, the intense frequency of his breathing, the girl's long moan muffled between her teeth, and the mist-filled eyes filled with only him...
Suddenly, Lancelot's pointed ears turned red and trembled quietly under his thick blond hair.
The reserved elf at heart is really no match for the unrestrained dragon in some aspects.
There was a trace of shame in Lancelot's voice, and his whole body almost burned on the spot: "Bella!"
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