The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The Dragon Territory is located in the most remote part of the continent, and the road to Clavia Magic Academy is extremely long.

In order to join the class before the final exam of the first school year, Lancelot will take her away now.

Upon hearing the news, Eric folded his wings and stopped on the boulder.

He looked at the elf boy critically.

The cold gaze passed across the flawless smile on the elf's face, fell on his rare pair of pure golden eyes, and paused slightly.

Eric wrinkled his nose, exhaled a small mouthful of sparks in annoyance, and whispered in dragon language: "Fake it, and have the same virtue as his thief father."

Lancelot couldn't understand dragon language, but he was polite and didn't ask any more questions.

His own cub clung to the elf's side, drooling almost all over the floor.

Eric simply didn't notice.

Baring his sharp animal teeth, he switched to common language and said, "Mr. Lancelot, I leave my little Bella to you."

"This is what I should do."

Facing the unfriendly Eric, Lancelot's answer was still gentle and polite.

Seeing his smiling face that seemed to be carved out by a ruler, Eric felt his teeth sore.

In the eyes of the older generation of giant dragons, the elves living in Pudasino in the southernmost part of the continent are a group of creatures that are even more hypocritical than humans. They all pretend to be gentle and humble, as if they are the kindest and most righteous beings in the entire continent, but in fact they are selfish and arrogant at heart, and they look down on any other ethnic group except their own people.

But now that he had someone to ask for, Eric could only suppress his dissatisfaction and try his best to ignore the existence of the elves.

He took out a ring from the cave stone.

"Zai Zai, there are a lot of gold coins stored in the ring, which should be enough for you to eat for a while." He personally made this magic ring, which can store various items. "But you have to promise me not to overeat."

Isabella was about to nod subconsciously when she suddenly realized -

What not to overeat.

"All the gold coins in the cave belong to me! I can eat as much as I want, and I have to take them all away!"

Gold coins attract dragons more than anything else, and protecting food is their instinct engraved in their bones.

The cub's temper was instantly ignited.

The thick and fat tail was raised high, the beast's eyes shrank into a vertical line, and his tone was anxious and strong, wanting to solemnly establish the ownership of the gold coins in the cave.

Completely separated from the shock of meeting Lancelot for the first time, Isabella was puzzled.

She traveled to this Western fantasy world and became a descendant of the most powerful race. It was like taking drugs and earning money to reach the full level in an online game. From then on, she was free in the world.

As long as you carefully avoid the original plot, you can be happy and do whatever you want, but now——

I want to go to school, but I don’t have any money.

Ooooooooooooo.

She was a poor eighteen-year-old girl who didn't want to accept such a cruel and ruthless reality at all.

"Of course, my dear, all the gold coins in the cave are yours."

Eric comforted the restless little cub, restraining his loud voice as softly as possible. He changed back to Dragon Language: "But you also know that the contract cannot be changed."

"And," Eric raised his handsome head narcissistically, "I will always be by your side to prevent you from feeling lonely."

Isabella was confused, "Can't you leave the cave?"

"There is a notebook with a black cover inside the ring. If you miss me, open it and write in your diary."

"What do you mean?"

Eric avoided answering and just smiled mysteriously.

He looked at Lancelot again, "What's more, with this beautiful elf accompanying you along the way, I believe you will not feel lonely."

As a member of his own race, Eric certainly saw Isabella's obsession.

A little girl.

It's no big deal if you like some flashy and beautiful things.

Who has never been young?

Faced with Eric's look of "a parent has discovered a little secret", Isabella glanced at the dazzling golden elf boy, and her erratic expression became confident again.

He's so good-looking, it's normal for her to be attracted to him!

-

Lancelot stood aside, his flawless face like a sculpture.

Even though the two giant dragons whispered in dragon language in front of him, he showed no impatience at all, his eyes were calm and unwavering, and he politely waited for the two dragons to finish talking.

Aware of Isabella's gaze, Lancelot smiled reassuringly.

Gentle and warm.

Like the warm sunshine of spring.

The little dragon was healed by this warm and invisible golden power.

The tight tail softened.

She raised her big head, stared at Lancelot's long golden hair, and swallowed hard.

He tried hard to restrain the dragon's greedy instinct, so he didn't lose his mind and pounce on the elf, devouring him with its sharp teeth.

It's better to just endure it until he dies.

after all……

Isabella grinded her fangs and thought with regret: Even if she turns into a dragon in this life, she still can't accept eating alive.

Eric smiled and handed the ring to her.

What he didn't expect was that the ring was huge, hanging on the cub's slender claws like it was an adult's jewelry.

Isabella:?

It was promised to be made by hand, but what about private customization?

Eric was also stunned.

But now there was not much time to check why the ring could not adjust its size automatically. Before Isabella asked, she suggested: "You can put it on the dragon's horns."

Isabella: "..."

Sure enough, one shouldn't put any hope in this nagging and unreliable dragon.

"This contains all my belongings!"

In her previous life, Isabella had no worries about food and clothing, and her personality was a bit delicate. Now that she has become a dragon cub, she has an uncontrollable irritability hidden in her blood.

She was very unhappy now. She flicked her tail and wanted to bite someone. She snorted a wisp of white smoke from her pink nose and pouted: "If I bump it, there will be fewer gold coins in it. I will be heartbroken!"

"Will not……"

Eric babbled and boasted that the ring he made was definitely stronger than the most powerful alchemist in the world.

Seeing that the two giant dragons were noisy again, Lancelot suddenly spoke:

"On the way back to school, we will pass through Forest Jungle, which contains the toughest materials on the continent. I will make you a small satchel, and you can keep the ring in it."

Isabella looked up.

The elf's voice was ethereal and rhythmic, making it easy for people to feel trustful, "Little Bella, if you are willing to believe me, let me help you keep the ring for now, okay?"

Noticing the height difference, Lancelot knelt down on one knee.

He didn't mind the rough gravel and dust on the ground at all, and he was at eye level with Isabella thoughtfully.

The large, white mage robes hanging down are like white waves and snowflakes gently caressing the sea. The elf's voice is gentle and gentle, like a nightingale murmuring in a peaceful dream.

He guides the little cub's thinking without leaving any trace.

Before she wants to counter the rejection, come up with a solid solution:

"I swear to you in the name of the immortal tree of life of the elves. I will do my best to protect your ring until it is handed over to you again. When I return to school, I will take you to find it. A professional alchemist custom-makes a strong necklace that you can wear around your neck.”

Whether intentionally or not, the elf's long, silky hair fell from his shoulders, falling directly in front of the dragon cub's eyes.

The long shining golden hair easily blinded the little cub. With only this bright color left in his mind, he couldn't help but stretch out his paws to hold the strand of golden hair that fell in front of his eyes.

Subconsciously he agreed obediently: "...Okay."

As soon as she finished speaking, Isabella realized what exactly she, a stupid dragon who had forgotten her love, had promised—

He actually handed over all his property to outsiders! ! ?

Is she crazy? ? !

Isabella raised her head sharply, before she could even open her mouth to make amends——

Lancelot's lips curled up slightly, and a smile filled his golden eyes, "Thank you for trusting me, little Bella."

A beauty crit at close range.

It was as if ten thousand gold coins fell from the sky and hit the cub on the head.

The blood volume dropped sharply -1000 drops.

"Okay... okay."

Isabella saw stars in her eyes, her head was dizzy, and she persuaded herself in her heart——

Known: Gold coins are rations, and Lance is reserve food.

Inference: gold coins = lance = delicious food, they are all mine!

perfect!

Woohoo, it's so happy to be a giant dragon.

It was just time for the cubs to eat, and Isabella's stomach growled.

She licked the corners of her lips, her eyes swept over the back of the elf boy's hand resting on his knee, and slowly extended her evil little claws, "Lance, we are friends, right?"

So, even if you can’t eat it.

Let me take a lick first to satisfy my craving, okay?

Lancelot's smile was gentle and beautiful, and his golden eyes were shining, seeming to encourage her to go further.

Isabella was inspired and wagged her tail.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he reached for that fair and slender hand.

Unfortunately, the elf stood up slowly and took a step back.

White and soft skin and cold animal claws brushed in mid-air.

Isabella clasped her palms together and caught only a handful of dry air.

"...?"

A look of dementia.

I always feel like something is a little strange.

Lost in thoughtjpg

But Lancelot had stood upright.

Looking far into the distance, those eyes as bright as the morning sun looked towards the end of the flaming gray mountain.

The smile on his lips remained unchanged, and he was gentle: "Miss Bella, it's time for us to set off. Before nightfall tomorrow night, we must cross the Victro Canyon, otherwise we will not be able to catch up with the space teleportation array."

The giant space magic circle is held once every six months. If you miss it, you can only take an ordinary airship and it will take three months to return to the Clavia Magic Academy in the Kingdom of Sissel.

Three months is too long.

He couldn't waste his precious time on the road.

-

This mission was personally approached by the mage Dean Taglin.

Forest elves are a very friendly race.

They are kind and peaceful by nature, superior and beautiful in appearance, and are the darlings of the Creator.

Just standing there quietly, his unique talent is enough to make others have endless goodwill and goodwill towards the forest elves.

Knowing that Lancelot was addicted to academic research and did not like trouble, Dean Green spent a lot of money and used the long-term use rights of his most desired cloud laboratory to trade, which attracted this elf to take over the task.

After all...the special relationship between the guide and the new student allows for a deep affection for each other.

The dragons are the only descendants left after the fall of the ancient gods.

They have inexhaustible magic power, and a puff of dragon flame can easily destroy a town.

However, this clan has remained neutral for tens of thousands of years and has never participated in any struggle between the light camp and the dark demon clan. They are extremely withdrawn and indifferent, and no race can establish friendly relations with them.

Lancelot could vaguely guess what Dean Green was thinking.

——If this cub of the giant dragon tribe can develop a favorable impression of the light camp during school years, and the dark demon tribe invades the mainland again in the future, they will have a new most brave and fierce warrior.

Lancelot lowered his eyes, his thick and curled eyelashes were like butterflies resting on flowers, breathtakingly beautiful and brilliant.

The dragon lady was staring at him intently.

Silver eyes as clear as a lake reflected his figure.

Lancelot smiled slightly.

Perhaps the old dean was right about one thing——

The rumored race of ferocious beasts was not that inaccessible when they were young.

-

"Lance, give me a hug—"

Having just missed the opportunity, Isabella still didn't give up and wanted to have sex with the shining golden elf boy.

After getting familiar with the identity of the dragon cub, Isabella became even more shameless. Based on the concept of making money cheaply, she wanted to stick to Lancelot all the time.

She stood up staggeringly, blinking expectantly, her misty blue eyes seemed to be filled with clear spring water, looking extremely clean and harmless.

But who knows the cruel and domineering thoughts in her heart——

The cooked duck has reached your mouth, but you can't let it fly!

However, the plot did not go as smoothly as Isabella expected. The boy opposite didn't even raise an eyebrow.

He didn't feel any pity for the cute cub in front of him.

Didn't you say that elves are the most gentle and loving...?

Isn't she cute enough?

A little embarrassing.

"Lance..."

The cub cried out pitifully again.

Lancelot's thoughts had already flown back to the cloud laboratory he dreamed of, and when he heard Isabella's voice, he reacted quickly.

Subconsciously he smiled.

Her tone was as gentle as ever, and she spoke in an orderly manner, "Little Bella, in order to grow up better, you should learn to be independent. But before you can walk smoothly, I can use floating magic to pull you to ensure your safety."

Every word he pronounced was like a rising tide, suffused with brilliant orange-gold light.

Coupled with that face of an angel descending...

Even the words of preaching and rejection came out of his mouth in a gentle and considerate way.

The tall and elegant elf squatted down again, only half a finger away from Isabella.

Lancelot wasn't used to physical contact.

There will always be a slight interval.

However, he is very good at using language to resolve various emergencies in a clever way without making people think he is rude.

The naive little cub did not notice this subtle difference.

The blond elf suddenly approached, attracting her full attention.

The magnificent beauty coupled with the huge golden light shining with a hundred thousand volts directly hit the apex of her heart.

"...!!!"

Isabella's breath was stagnant, and her legs almost gave out.

Damn...too close! !

(///w///) It smells so good, so good, so good~~! !

The little cub sniffed wildly, wanting more of Lancelot's scent.

Lancelot smiled softly.

He smoothed his hair and quietly moved closer, perfectly stuck in the distance where he was about to touch but not touch.

Her golden eyes were pure and harmless, and she smiled encouragingly: "Let's work hard together, dear little Bella."

"Okay..." Greedy.

Isabella was so fascinated that she realized something was not right——

She obviously wanted Lancelot to hold her, but why did she want to learn to walk on her own?

But he called me dear...

I don't care, he must like me too.

Isabella once again fell under the shining golden elf, still thinking about the unanswered question: "We are friends, right?"

This time, Lancelot affirmed: "Yes, little Bella, we are friends."

His golden eyes were filled with smiles.

——You are my precious key to open the cloud laboratory.

"May our friendship last forever."