The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Clavia Magic Academy is the top academy on the mainland, located in the northern part of the Kingdom of Sissel.

There is the most magnificent central giant space teleportation array here, which can teleport people to another land tens of thousands of kilometers away in an instant.

Passing the teleportation point in Victro Canyon, Lancelot took Isabella to the northern part of the kingdom, Highgarden City.

——Atlantis, the legendary land left by Poseidon.

"Lance, are we there yet?"

The sound of cubs echoed in the exquisite and comfortable rattan bamboo basket.

Isabella lay in the basket with her tail twisted.

Occasionally, a small cloud of hot gas is ejected from the nose, which gathers into a misty white mist in the cold air.

Lancelot carried the basket and introduced in a gentle voice: "This is Atlantis, the largest transit city in the Kingdom of Sissel. We will take a short rest here tonight and report to the academy tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Lance~"

Isabella nodded, trying to impress Lancelot.

But his eyes kept looking around, full of curiosity about new things.

The air in Atlantis is clear and pure, completely different from the landscape in the dragon's territory that is covered in thick fog all year round.

The space teleportation point here is opened every six months, so the crowds are extremely dense and people are in a hurry. They use large and thick windproof cloaks to cover their bodies and luggage.

Occasionally, some hoods were blown off by the strong wind, revealing hair of different colors and features.

There happened to be an orc with human body and horse legs passing by.

The clatter of horse hooves on the stone road is very rhythmic.

Isabella stared intently at the gentleman's tail wagging behind him, her eyes sparkling with surprise.

She temporarily forgot to hide it in the basket, and excitedly got half of her head out of the bamboo basket, "Wow!! It's amazing!! It's an orc!"

Is this a fantasy world? !

Woohoo, I finally realize the joy of holographic games!

Isabella tried to stretch her neck, but Lancelot calmly pressed her back into the basket with her fingers.

And covered with large leaves on the basket.

The gentle voice of the elf came from outside the basket: "There are many people here, Miss Bella, please be patient for a little longer."

"...Oh, okay."

Before entering the teleportation array, Lancelot learned that Isabella could not transform.

Transforming into human form is a talent that every orc has at birth.

They can freely transform between their true bodies and human forms, and they can also retain part of their race-specific forms after transformation according to their racial characteristics and personal preferences.

Even if the energy of the cub is unstable and it cannot maintain its transformed appearance for a long time, it will not show any signs of transforming like Isabella.

This phenomenon almost never occurs.

The elf boy who was known as the "Mobile Library" among his companions didn't think clearly for a moment what was wrong with Isabella.

As time was running out for the journey, Lancelot had to make a temporary bamboo basket and cover it with flowers and leaves to prevent passers-by from seeing the baby dragon in the basket.

Isabella has a special status.

The news of her breaking out of her shell was only known to a few great magisters in the academy. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is best not to let too many people know her true identity until she reaches adulthood.

Lancelot carried the basket and slowly queued up with the crowd, "Miss Bella, your ring is in the compartment of the basket. If you are hungry, you can get some gold coins to eat. We will go to the hotel to complete the check-in formalities in a while. You Come out and rest again, okay?"

"Okay..."

Lancelot's voice was too gentle, and even if Isabella was reluctant, she couldn't bear to refuse the patient inquiry of such a gentle and caring elf.

She huddled back into the basket, boringly flipping through the things Eric had prepared for her in the ring.

There are mountains of gold coins and shiny jewelry, black leather notebooks that are so simple that they are incompatible with other items, and a pile of...

Silver and white, fragments?

What is this?

Isabella felt a little strange and curiously picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

——"Bah, bah, bah!"

It turned out to be a pile of broken eggshells, which tasted dry, astringent and unpalatable.

Why did Eric put the eggshell in the ring? It couldn't be the bird egg garbage he had eaten and forgotten to throw out! ! ?

Isabella stuffed the ring back into the compartment where there was the small cloth bag that Lancelot had sewn for her.

It's really boring.

How long will it take to wait...

The cub has been in the basket for too long and no one talks to her. His little paws quietly lifted up the gap between the leaves above his head, his silver eyes were shining brightly, and he whispered Lancelot's name: "Lance, let's chat."

Otherwise she would really be suffocated to death.

The elf smiled, "What do you want to talk about, Miss Bella?"

Isabella folded the wings on her back, and curled her big and thick tail into an arc in her arms. Dark silver scales grow sporadically on the back, and the rest of the exposed skin is milky white with a light pink color.

At first glance, it looks like a basket containing a piece of freshly baked, fluffy and soft cream cake.

"Well... let's talk about your elves!"

It is still unknown to what extent the plot in the book is happening now. Isabella wants to start with Lancelot and take the lead in asking about the current situation of the Elf King in the original book.

Lancelot: "Okay."

Isabella put on an innocent face and asked curiously: "Lance, are your elves' hair and eye colors as beautiful as yours?"

Since most of the authors of the original book used various exaggerated epithets to exaggerate the elf king's temperament, Isabella could not remember his name. She only remembered that his blond hair and silver eyes were given by the god of the sun and the moon.

Lancelot smiled slightly.

The little cub's misty blue eyes were bright, and his expression of thirst for knowledge made him feel good.

He loves to learn, so he will have more patience with other curious people who love to learn.

The elf explained: "The elves are divided into three categories. One is the forest elves, most of whom have flaxen hair and green eyes. The other is the night elves, who are characterized by dark skin and silver hair. There is another They are elemental fairies, divided into the four elements of water, fire, wind and earth. Their body size is usually only the size of a thumb."

"Eh-" Isabella blinked.

Green eyes?

The dull little mind never turned around, why did Lancelot's hair color and eye color be so special?

"If it's a mixture of forest elves and night elves, I might have blond hair and golden eyes."

"Oh, that's right."

Isabella nodded obediently, looking more like a good student.

"So," she moved her tail, and finally asked the question she was most interested in: "Do your elves have elves with blond hair and silver eyes? The kind that are about the same age as you..."

Asking Eric is unreliable. Asking someone from his own tribe should give you a more correct answer.

Isabella raised her eyes expectantly.

Although from a life perspective, she should stay away from the darkened Elf King. But from the perspective of a fan of the original book, she still wanted to find this poor guy who was controlled by the devil in the later stages of the plot and made a series of actions that were contrary to his original intention.

After all...she also knocked down the dragon and the elf CP with true feelings.

"Blonde hair and silver eyes?"

Lancelot repeated it slowly, his expression dark for a moment.

"Yes, yes..." Isabella's voice became smaller and smaller.

Was he someone who mentioned something that shouldn't be mentioned?

Lancelot blinked away the darkness in his eyes, put away the cold and heartless eyes that looked at him in his mind, and readjusted his expression.

He smiled and spoke in a calm and gentle tone, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"Why did Miss Bella suddenly ask this?"

Of course Isabella couldn't tell the truth.

After stammering for a while, he suddenly had an idea: "Ah, that's it. Eric always mentioned an elf with blond hair and silver eyes, so I was curious..."

"If Mr. Eric mentioned it, it should be the current king of the Jungle Kingdom, Rebister."

Isabella cheered up: "!"

found it?

"However, he was born at the end of the First Era. Whether in terms of age or appearance, he does not fit the young elf you described."

Isabella was frustrated again.

Oh, wrong one.

This Rebister should be the annoying old dog thief that Eric calls him.

Not the young and beautiful Elf King she was looking for.

"Then..." Isabella was about to ask if there were any other elves with blond hair and silver eyes.

He raised his head and met Lancelot's emotionless pure golden eyes.

"...?" The cub suddenly choked.

At this time, the team lined up just below the stone gate of the arch bridge.

Most of the light was blocked by the stone door, and only a few rays of light managed to pass through the gaps.

Like other travelers, in order not to attract attention, Lancelot put all his dazzling blond hair into the hood of a dark cloak, covering his whole body tightly, only revealing half of his sharp-edged face, which was hidden. In the shadows of obscurity.

Isabella could just clearly see Lancelot's entire face.

The blond hair was completely covered, and for the first time the cub's attention was focused on the elf's face.

The facial features are gentle and elegant, and the beauty everywhere is breathtaking.

Her complexion is fair, like the first handful of pure new snow in the snow-capped mountains, without any trace of dust.

The corners of his lips curved into a slight smile.

It is obviously the most friendly and comfortable arc.

But this time, it felt inexplicably cold.

Like the cool sunshine on a snowy day in winter.

Shining it on your body will only make you feel colder.

At this moment, Isabella felt that the scales on her back were about to stand up one by one.

Mom...Mom!

At this time, Lancelot was as perfect as a lifeless dummy.

"Lan...Lance? What's wrong with you?"

Isabella's voice was trembling, and the whole dragon huddled in the corner of the basket, hugging its tail tightly, without any aura of being a giant dragon.

The "dummy" in front of her looked at her with a smile and lifted the basket closer, "Miss Bella, what are you talking about?"

Isabella: "..."

She swallowed—

This time it’s not greedy.

Isabella only longed for the shining gold. Now the elf in front of her had her blond hair covered and had this strange expression. No matter how beautiful her facial features were, she just wanted to run away quickly when she saw it.

Doesn't he feel that his current smile looks like a dummy? !

Isabella forced a smile on her lips, just wanting to end the conversation quickly: "Nothing to say, dear Lancelot. Let's go to the hotel quickly, I suddenly feel sleepy."

"Okay, Miss Bella." Lancelot did not doubt that he was there, and his tone was gentle and calm: "The journey is hard, you can sleep in the basket for a while, and I will wake you up when we get to the hotel."

"..."

Isabella said nothing.

He simply retracted the basket with a "squeeze" and used his claws to pull the leaves covering the top of his head tightly, blocking all sight.

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Lancelot always kept a smile on his face, but his expression hidden under his hood was extremely indifferent.

He followed the group quietly.

The chattering in my ears stopped.

He blinked slowly, and his empty eyes gradually regained their warmth.

Just now……

It does remind me of some long-lost bad experiences.

The lifespan of an elf is comparable to infinite time.

Although Lancelot has not officially reached adulthood, he actually left the jungle kingdom of Pudacino very early.

After wandering for almost a thousand years, I have just come to Clavia Magic Academy to attend school.

Ribister.

He thought that this name would be even stranger to him than the handwriting recorded in history books.

But when I suddenly mentioned it, all those bad memories came flooding back like a tide.

The young elf, in the dark cave, was bitten hard on the calf by the trap, and blood flowed all over the floor...

The elf staggered back to the tree house, only to be met with a pair of cold and ruthless silver eyes.

Passing by as if nothing happened...

"..."

It was useless to think about the past. Lancelot quickly adjusted his mentality, carried the basket and walked out of the teleportation point hall, passed through the flow of people and arrived at the hotel he had booked.

After taking the key and going upstairs, the noisy and bustling crowd gradually faded away.

Open the door and enter the room.

Place the bamboo basket gently on the table.

"Pap", the sound is clear and crisp.

The little cub in the basket looks cute and small, but it is really heavy.

Lancelot bent his fingers and tapped the side of the basket.

"Miss Bella, we are in the room." The elf boy reminded gently, "You can come out and rest."

"..."

There is no response.

Thinking that Isabella was too fast asleep, Lancelot knocked on the basket again and asked politely, "Miss Bella?"

"..."

Silence, still silence.

Only then did Lancelot realize something was wrong.

"I'm sorry." The elf's eyes narrowed slightly, but without forgetting the polite apology, he raised his hand and suddenly opened the leaves on the basket——

A basket full of gold coins piled up.

But the dragon cub, which was supposed to stay in the basket and sleep obediently, was nowhere to be seen.