The reserve food raised is the Elf King

After careful consideration, Lancelot took Carlos home, who was "experienced in raising cubs."

The two returned to the dormitory area.

Carlos has been here countless times and feels as comfortable as returning to his own home. He had pestered Lancelot before and forced himself to enter the gate barrier as his own mark.

Just as he was about to push the door open and go in, an arm appeared in front of him to stop him.

Carlos: "?"

Lancelot said gently and slowly: "There are some things that I want to explain to you clearly first."

Carlos: "..." OK, elves are trouble.

Lancelot told Carlos the general situation of Isabella in detail. In order to prevent omissions, he also took out the small notebook he usually used to record the cub's situation and preferences, and read it to Carlos one by one.

Food taboos, living habits, personal preferences, etc., everything is detailed.

Carlos raised his eyebrows: "...I am not as serious about your final review exams as you are."

Lancelot ignored his nonsense. He always worked seriously and carefully, hoping to do the best in everything.

He put away the notebook and warned solemnly: "Stop acting like a fox and don't lead the child into mischief."

Carlos smiled upon hearing this.

He raised his hand casually and smoothed the broken hair on his forehead. There was a bewitching temptation hidden in his movements.

He wanted to say a few more words, deliberately teasing the conservative elf, but when his eyes caught sight of Lancelot's extraordinarily serious and cold expression, the fox froze behind him.

Recalling the scene of being beaten wildly by the elf with a gentle smile during the previous class sparring, the red fox who was not a combat mage still did not dare to challenge Lancelot's patience too much.

Carlos turned his eyes slightly, blinked slowly, and in an instant, he completely put away that charming and charming look.

He raised his fox eyes and smiled like a pure and virtuous woman: "Don't worry, in front of the cubs, I have always been a considerate and gentle good brother."

Lancelot let him go and smiled like a spring breeze: "I hope you are the best."

The elf retracted his hand and stepped aside, allowing Carlos to enter the house.

As a result, Isabella was not at home.

The bedroom balcony window is wide open.

The wind poured in through the windows, and the vine branches covering the outer wall swayed gently in the wind, as if they wanted to poke their heads into the house.

Lancelot stepped forward and quietly closed the window.

"Tsk."

Carlos leaned against the door and looked around with interest.

His eyes swept over the plush carpet on the floor, the small bowl used by the cubs to eat next to the bed, and a pile of scattered items that did not look typical of the cold elf style.

"Lancelot, my furry and mysophobic best friend, this is nothing like you."

The elves in the past were like flowers in the mirror, gentle and smiling but out of reach.

Now it's like the gods have been pulled down from the clouds, and everything is filled with the smoke and smoke of life.

Lancelot turned a deaf ear.

The elf ignored the fox's teasing, "Miss Bella probably went directly to Arthur's house after waking up. We have an appointment to have barbecue at noon."

As he spoke, he walked back to the bed and tidied up the quilt that had fallen on the floor. The pillows and blankets were all arranged neatly. After the things in the room that had been messed up by the cub were put back into place, the elf straightened up and looked at Carlos.

"You go back today. Next time she is at home, you can come over."

Isabella only made an appointment with Arthur, and the two of them went to dinner, without mentioning the addition of Carlos.

Lancelot was very strict about etiquette.

If something is not agreed in advance, it is very rude in his opinion.

"Why bother? Let's have lunch at Arthur's house!" The fox boy didn't have any worries at all. Before Lancelot could say anything else, he directly dragged him out of the door.

"It saves us two lonely old people staying at home."

"..."

-

Two "lonely old men" walked down the hillside.

From a distance, you can see the most eye-catching giant tree in the next block.

On a protruding tree trunk branch, two small animals, one black and one white, hung upside down, like two large round fruits, swaying in the wind. There is a large yellow beehive next to it. The bees are "buzzing" in and out of the hive, busy and diligently brewing honey.

Three oval shapes hang neatly upside down on the same branch.

very impressive.

"..." What kind of cub's new play method is this?

Carlos felt like laughing.

The rich shade of the trees dimmed the light, and when I walked in I saw clearly that the dark-colored cat turned out to be a giant black-brown cat with a small wisp of white hair on its forehead. When the wind blew, the hair all over his body became fluffy, like a big ball of black briquettes.

In comparison, the size of the other one seems extremely petite.

Her body is covered with silver-white scales, ranging in color from dark to light, gradually turning into pinkish-white cream-colored scales on her belly. The two thin bone wings on the back were folded together, and a fat tail that was larger than the body was hooked on the tree trunk above the head, hanging upside down on the tree with its head facing down.

As if sleeping.

Lancelot also saw Isabella in the tree.

He frowned slightly and quickly quickened his pace. I was afraid that if she fell asleep, her tail would loosen and she would fall from the tree.

Isabella did not sleep.

Only a bat can sleep in this position. She is a giant dragon, and of course she prefers the happiness of being wrapped in a glittering treasure.

——Yes, that’s Lancelot.

She had to stay in the elf's arms every night, secretly collecting the benefits of raising and storing food in advance without him noticing. The elf's long golden hair is soft and smooth, just suitable for being wrapped around the belly of the dragon cub, and wrapped in several circles to form an airtight golden cocoon.

Isabella was called over urgently by Arthur.

Fetion seemed to be free of charge and hit Isabella's bedroom window ten times in a row.

I thought it was something big.

The cub ran over in a hurry before even saying a word to Lancelot.

result--

That brat Arthur! !

It turned out that because the barbecue grill at home couldn't light the fire, he suddenly thought of asking Isabella, a giant dragon who claimed to be able to breathe fire, to help light the fire.

Convex (fuck dish f*ck)!

Is she a lighter?

How dare you let a noble dragon lady light the fire?

Isabella sneered, shined a light on Arthur's smiling face mercilessly, slapped his tail wildly, and quickly ran to the tree to find Lydia.

The last incident in the Forbidden Forest was too rushed, and she hadn't had a proper conversation with the male protagonist, the little childhood sweetheart.

Isabella flapped her wings, turned her head and asked curiously, "Lydia, why are you hanging here upside down?"

Lydia responded obediently: "I'm thinking about something."

"……?"What?

A question mark appeared on the baby dragon's forehead, "Then why is it hanging upside down?"

The giant brown cat opened its eyes and replied quietly: "I'm thinking about something."

The cat's eyes are big and round.

She didn't seem to understand which word of hers the cub couldn't understand.

Isabella: "..."

She seemed to vaguely understand why Arthur said that his sister was a bit autistic.

Isabella scratched her head, not intending to dwell on this issue.

She spread her wings, exerted her tail slightly, and started playing in mid-air for her own entertainment.

The branches made a "squeak-squeak-" sound.

It's like swinging on a swing.

Lydia said slowly: "Due to my birth defects, I am easily emotionally unstable and lose control of my attention. Even in adolescence, I cannot fully control the rules of my transformation..."

Her voice was so small that it seemed as if the wind would dissipate it.

Isabella quickly stopped making noise before hearing what Lydia said behind her.

"So, I would occasionally hang in a tree, and my mind would be very clear in this position."

Isabella: "..."

But no, if you stand upside down, all the blood in your body will be poured into your brain, making it difficult to think clearly.

Suddenly, I heard a crisp "click" sound in my ear.

The ancient branch bore too much weight that it should not bear, and finally declared a complete strike while Isabella was swaying wildly.

Without warning, Isabella fell from a high branch.

"..."

Another, another qwq!

This is the first time. Woohoo.

There was definitely no Lancelot down there to catch her this time.

Why is the quality of this tree so poor! !

Miss Dragon firmly refused to admit that it was because she was too heavy and crushed the branches.

Isabella cursed inwardly as she found a comfortable position to lie down during the fall, patiently waiting for it to hit the ground.

A pair of arms filled with the fragrance of flowers caught her.

"……"What is the taste?

Isabella closed her eyes and sniffed subconsciously.

She had never smelled this kind of fragrance, like crushed roses mixed with blooming white peony, blending together to form a ripe fruit, bright in color and juicy.

Just grazing the tip of your nose can stir up the blood in your whole body.

But the next second, the smell disappeared.

The air is fresh again.

Isabella opened her eyes.

Then, he blinked seriously.

Make sure everything you see is real.

"…………"

Quiet.

One second, two seconds.

The young dragon's face was dull, staring straight at the eyes nearby.

Carlos was the first to say hello: "Hello, beautiful Miss Bella."

As if some mechanism had been triggered, Isabella blinked again.

Take a deep breath—

The voice was crisp and sweet: "Hi, beautiful big brother, what's your name?"

The paw took the initiative to hold his finger and said enthusiastically: "When will you..." pass away.

Oh my god!

Miss Dragon screamed in her head.

Look at these beautiful emerald eyes!

She really wanted to dig them out, preserve them with the clearest crystal, and hide them in her cave.

However, Isabella is a very principled dragon. Just like her decision to patiently raise Lancelot, she will not take the initiative to take the lives of other thinking creatures because of her greedy desire to collect treasures.

At the critical moment, there was still a glimmer of sanity in my mind, so I didn't fully say what I just said.

Instead, he asked tactfully:

"Ahem, no, can I...can I be friends with you?"

The word "be friends" was still a word given to her by her first reserve food, Lancelot!

Being friends = keeping in captivity.

Lancelot came a step slower: "?"

Lydia was extremely sensitive and quickly hooked onto another tree trunk without falling off: "?"

The person involved, Carlos, also said: "?"

The red fox reacted quickly and was about to answer when the elf's gentle voice sounded behind him.

"Bella, you're not hurt, are you?"

The racial talent of the Firefox tribe is speed. Carlos, as the Firefox who is the best at escaping among the tribe, immediately moved when he saw the branch break and caught the cub before Lancelot.

Lancelot's hands were empty, and he was blocked by Carlos' figure.

Hearing the familiar sound of stocking food, Isabella raised her head from Carlos's arms and poked her big head out to look outside.

He looked up at Carlos again.

He blurted out: "Wow, Lance, you two look alike!"

Wearing identical white mage robes with a high ponytail, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Maybe other people can see the difference in their appearance at a glance, but in Isabella's aesthetics, the thing that attracts her attention the most is the shiny things. Both of them had a pair of shining eyes, but one pair looked like gold coins and the other looked like emeralds.

Hey hey hey.

To round things off...aren't they just twin beauties!

Isabella licked the corners of her mouth and looked at her elf expectantly: "Lance, is this beautiful big brother your friend! Lance's friends are my friends!"

Lancelot didn't even think about it and denied it decisively: "Not a friend, just a passerby."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled off the white hair tie on the back of his head, letting his bright blond hair fall down.

There was silence in the air for two seconds.

Carlos: "?"

Isabella: "?"

And Arthur, who happened to come out of the kitchen when he heard the noise, also said: "?"

The old iron was stunned, what kind of performance is this.

Arthur still held the unfinished barbecue skewers in his hand. He looked around at the two ninth-grade seniors and asked in confusion and hesitation: "Senior Carlos, Senior Lance, when did you two... have a falling out? "

Lancelot was shocked to realize that what he said just now was completely inconsistent with the elf's normal character. He quietly lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, his eyelashes trembling slightly inadvertently.

He raised his head again, curled his eyes, his expression remained calm and calm, and said with a gentle smile: "It was just a joke."

"Oh..." The cat-eyed boy looked confused and wanted to scratch his hair out of habit. However, his fluffy short hair was pressed under the white chef's hat, so he had to put down his hand silently.

Carlos raised his eyebrows slightly.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the elf with a slightly unnatural look on his face, coughing slightly to suppress the laughter in his throat.

He seemed to have discovered this elf's incredible little secret.

-

The sunshine in the yard was lazy, making people doze off. Isabella and Lydia had already slept on the old tree next door, and Arthur's barbecue grill hadn't been finished yet.

The ingredients this time were new to Arthur, and it was his first time to deal with them. He was busy messing around all morning, and the kitchen was made a mess by him.

Lydia originally offered to help, but Arthur insisted on volunteering and confidently declared that he would be the chef of the day. He just pushed Lydia out of the kitchen and let her play with Isabella in the yard.

Later, it was Lancelot who entered the kitchen.

And he also brought in the idle Carlos.

Three boys stood behind the cooking table, each holding a long skewer and carefully skewering the meat. Isabella and Lydia each held their tails and sat on the table opposite them.

Seeing that they were very busy, Isabella asked curiously: "Is there any magic that can automatically skewer meat?"

She still remembers the first time she saw a barbecue that automatically heated and flipped when she first arrived in Atlantis. It's like a country bumpkin from a remote country who comes to the city and is surprised by everything he sees.

Lancelot nodded and answered the cub's question: "There are designated magic circles that can achieve the effect of automatically skewering meat. Most barbecue restaurants in the market will find magicians to mass-produce such magic circles. This is an improved auxiliary spell. It is a kind of magic, and there is a special elective course in the Magic Summoning Department of the Mage Tower to talk about these contents."

"Hey, it sounds so convenient. So, Lance, have you chosen this course?"

Lancelot smiled slightly and shook his head, "I have no choice."

Carlos, who was familiar with elves, added for him, with an exaggerated and admiring tone, "It's not that Lance doesn't choose, it's that he doesn't need to choose at all~ Miss Bella, you don't know yet, Lance is working in the field of improving magic circles. The level is even more proficient than some of the instructors in the Mage Tower."

"Wow, that's amazing!" Isabella and Lydia exclaimed in unison.

Lancelot raised his eyes and glanced at Carlos, his eyes warning him not to talk nonsense. But after catching a glimpse of Isabella's starry eyes filled with admiration, she swallowed the words she spoke silently.

He smiled silently, lowered his head and worked quietly.

The elf moved quickly and quickly, and the plate on hand was soon filled with pure meat skewers.

Seeing that he didn't take any vegetable leaves, Carlos took the initiative to hand over a basin: "Why are you just looking at skewers? What are you going to eat later?"

Lancelot shook his head, "I'll prepare Bella's food first. She doesn't eat leafy vegetables."

"Don't eat leafy vegetables?" Carlos repeated, unable to understand, "Aren't you the most disciplined person, and you actually allow your cubs to be picky eaters?"

The young fox shook his head and shared his experience in raising cubs with the elf: "Even if you are raising a child for the first time, you cannot let her personality be too much. If the cub has a spoiled personality, it will cause headaches for the parents in the future."

Lancelot defended the cub, "No, she said that dragons cannot eat green leafy vegetables, otherwise they will have diarrhea."

"Do you believe what she said?"

After Carlos heard this, his fox ears almost stood up in surprise. He looked up and down at the elf with a clear and steady face in front of him, and it was unbelievable - the Lancelot he knew would never accept such an outrageous reason so easily.

Anyone with a little bit of sense would think that this must be a lie by the cub to be picky about food.

He shook his head speechlessly, "In order to promote digestion, the little chickens will pick up stones on the ground and eat them. What's more, the immortal dragons are definitely not as fragile as you think."

Lancelot paused and put down his work.

He didn't want to argue with Carlos.

Although I knew Carlos had good intentions, it was the nature of the Firefox tribe to be suspicious and jealous. When encountering a problem, their first reaction was to doubt the authenticity. Never believe what others say unless you verify it for yourself.

But Lancelot was unwilling to doubt Isabella.

"I want to believe Miss Bella."

the elf said gently.

The dazzling golden eyes were clear and bright, full of vibrant hope and dawn. He smiled softly, as if he were in the primitive nature with lush branches and leaves, and even the air he breathed became the fragrance of grass and mint.

The dragon cub that was playing on Lydia's plush tail seemed to be aware of it, and its nostrils twitched slightly.

This flavor full of vitality makes Miss Julong very fond of it.

She raised her big silver-white head and met the beautiful gilded eyes of the elf behind the counter opposite.

Their eyes met, and the cub grinned.

Lancelot turned his gaze back to Carlos.

"So, don't do unnecessary things."