The reserve food raised is the Elf King

late at night.

All sounds are silent.

There were only sporadic sounds of wind in the forest, blowing low across the grass.

A rustling figure emerged from the large, strangely colored pink teapot in the forest clearing.

The big silver-white head lay in the hole in the spout of the teapot, with only two big foggy blue eyes exposed, looking around.

"Wow, I can actually crawl out." Isabella whispered to herself, a little surprised.

Then she continued to climb up, first her forelimbs, then her belly, which was trying to suck in air, and finally her two hind legs, all landed firmly behind the top of the teapot. She turned around quietly, and then lifted her largest tail from the mouth of the teapot. Take it out.

"call--"

What a cumbersome tail!

Isabella pinched the chubby flesh on her tail. She could hardly hold the tail, which was getting bigger and bigger.

He turned around and leaned on the mouth of the teapot to take a look inside.

The elf sleeps peacefully and peacefully.

The moonlight was like water, shining just on his long, satin-like golden hair, as if coated with a layer of golden halo.

Isabella swallowed.

There was an urge to immediately climb down to the elf's side and pounce on that brilliant blond hair.

No!

Isabella covered her eyes to resist the temptation of beauty.

A rare trip out.

She didn't want to waste time sleeping, especially sleeping in this big teapot that was too ugly for her to sleep on.

Isabella made up her mind to sneak out to play all night and sneak back quietly before dawn the next day. As long as she moves gently, she will never be discovered by Lancelot and the others.

Now that I have successfully sneaked out, I must not let the temptation of the beautiful elf end in vain!

So, where should she go now?

Isabella stood on top of the teapot, stood on tiptoes and looked around.

At a glance, I saw the towering old tree by the river.

Under the quiet moonlight, the flowers on the canopy of the tree shine brightly and are particularly eye-catching.

"Suck slip(-p-;)~" So beautiful!

Isabella was immediately attracted by the glowing flowers in the leaves, and her eyes widened.

She wiped her saliva and without hesitation picked up her tail and slid down the teapot. Following the sound of the river flowing, she ran towards the glowing tree crown not far away.

The big tail swayed.

He quickly disappeared into the night forest.

Woohoo, delicious supper, your guests are here =3=!

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The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Accompanied by the clear and sweet singing of birds in the forest, the elf woke up from his sleep. He reached out and touched the side out of habit, but he only touched the cold bed.

-The cub is missing.

Lancelot woke up immediately and quickly looked around with his golden eyes.

But the inside of the teapot tent is only such a big place, without any obstruction. As far as the eye can see, there is no sign of Isabella, the silver dragon cub.

"Carlos, Arthur, wake up." Lancelot pushed to wake up the two people next to him who were still sleeping. "Have any of you seen Isabella this morning?"

"Um...what?" Carlos was half asleep and half-opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"

The elf looked worried, "Bella is missing."

Carlos woke up instantly, "Gone?"

"It's impossible. I have set up a ban on entering and exiting this house casually."

The fox didn't even have time to put on his outer robe. He stood up and went to check the magic circle at the tent door. "It's intact. There's no sign of it being opened."

Arthur lifted up all the quilts and shook them to make sure there was no trace of the cub.

When he raised his head, his eyes fell on the round opening on the ceiling near the side wall, and he quickly turned back to greet the two seniors.

"Senior, could Bella crawl out of this small skylight?"

Carlos frowned tightly and muttered, "It's impossible, I've set up a barrier." He quickly walked over to check.

Suddenly he paused, his eyes full of bewilderment.

The barrier at the round mouth was broken.

Isabella apparently crawled along the round mouth to the teapot spout connected to the outside, and sneaked out in the middle of the night.

Looking at the remaining fragments of the magic circle on the wall, the fox's incredibly beautiful face was full of surprise.

how could be?

No matter how much he loves to fish in troubled waters and no matter how bad his grades are, Carlos is still a serious student who has not failed the ninth grade at Mage Tower. Not to mention that the barrier he set up was easily broken by a newborn cub that could not yet transform.

And the breaking movement is minimal.

Lancelot, who lived in the same room, didn't even notice.

Carlos suffered a bout of self-doubt.

Lancelot ignored him and walked out of the teapot tent, standing on the highest point of the hillside and looking around.

The elf's face was rarely without the usual gentle smile, his golden eyes were cold and solemn, and his lips were tightly pursed.

He raised his hands, formed a blank circular magic circle base in mid-air, and began to draw a tracking magic circle that could trace the traces of a specified object with his bare hands without using any other tools.

Flashing lights flashed across his fingertips.

The translucent green magic light condensed into complex patterns, and fell on the magic circle one stroke at a time. When the last stroke fell, the closed magic circle instantly exploded from misty white into extremely brilliant light.

A magic circle is formed.

Lancelot calmed his breathing.

He took a wooden spoon that Isabella often used from his sleeve and placed it in the center of the magic circle.

The next second, the formation started.

An invisible ripple spread rapidly from the center outwards, causing a rustling sound throughout the forest.

The birds and animals that lived deep in the branches felt this powerful wave and stuck their heads out one after another. In an instant, the sound of birds flapping their wings and the chirping of animals resounded throughout the forest in a chaotic and noisy manner.

However, there was no voice from Isabella.

"..."

Lancelot suddenly took a small step back.

Drawing a magic circle without using any tools requires a huge amount of energy. The elf's face paled slightly, and the blood on his lips faded, almost becoming the same color as his cheeks.

Arthur behind him quickly ran up to help him, but the elf raised his hand to stop him.

This kind of person-finding magic circle can only be used once. After it is used, it will disappear regardless of whether the specified target is found.

The green magic circle turned into dots of fluorescence, scattering and disappearing between the sky and the earth.

"Clap."

Zhenxin's wooden spoon fell to the ground.

Arthur picked it up, wiped off the few pieces of grass stuck to it, and handed it to Lancelot again.

He looked at the elf with some worry, "Senior, are you okay?"

The cat-eyed boy scratched his head and comforted her, "Bella will be fine."

Compared to Lancelot, both Arthur and Carlos seemed relatively calm.

After all, even Arthur, a poor student who almost failed the cultural class, knew that the dragon clan was immortal.

So far, the continent has never heard of anything that could harm their race.

Therefore, even if Isabella is a cub who knows nothing, she can't do magic, she can't fight, and she can't even transform. Her natural racial superiority is doomed, and her life is absolutely safe.

"We didn't feel any movement throughout the night. This means that there was no fighting nearby, and no wild beasts came and took away the cubs, so she must be safe."

Arthur had a clear mind and calmly analyzed and concluded, "It's possible that Isabella is just having fun and will come back soon."

In Arthur's mind, hardship and setbacks are not bad things to some extent.

Before coming to school, Arthur and Lydia depended on each other in the human imperial city. Because of their identity issues, he and Lydia were often bullied and ignored by their respective families, and were even sometimes locked in a dark room without food and water until they were released three or four days later.

But Arthur never gets down on himself.

Instead, these difficulties inspired him to step out of his decadent family and enter the academy to become a better version of himself.

Cubs have to grow up.

Only by learning to face all difficulties in life can you become strong and independent.

It is not a good thing that Lancelot cares about Isabella in everything and almost protects her in a dream without any harm or crisis.

After all, this is a world where the law of the jungle is the only thing left behind.

Lancelot was quiet for a while.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "I know."

A gentle breeze was blowing on the top of the hillside, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked the expression in the elf's eyes.

He understands everything.

He just... cares about chaos.

Carlos walked over slowly.

The red-furred fox had already arranged his robes and gathered up his long, fiery red curly hair, which was a little frizzy from sleeping, into a three-strand braid that hung loosely from the back of his head to his neck. A few strands of hair were floating in the air and tucked behind his ears casually.

There was also a golden earring hanging on one ear, which made jingling sounds as he walked around.

No matter where he goes, this fox never forgets to dress himself up beautifully.

Carlos walked up to Lancelot, took out the wooden spoon from the elf's hand, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

The fire fox tribe has an extremely sensitive sense of smell.

He raised his eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his emerald eyes, "Lance, there is no cub scent on it."

Without the smell, the magic circle would naturally find no trace of Isabella.

"..."

Lancelot gradually regained his composure.

He rubbed his forehead, the aftereffects of the excessive use of magic gave him a slight headache.

But the elf was a little puzzled, "She uses this spoon every day, how come there is no smell left at all?"

Carlos vaguely guessed the answer.

He thought about what happened yesterday when he went to Lancelot's house to find him and almost stepped on the cub when he entered the door.

He told Lancelot what happened at that time, and guessed: "Is this some characteristic of the dragon clan, for example... the smell will disappear?"

This speculation seems reasonable.

For tens of thousands of years, there have been very few traces of the dragon clan's activities on the mainland. Except when they create huge scenes themselves, at other times, few people notice their existence.

Are all the dragons really withdrawn and eccentric, only willing to hide in Victro, guarding their treasures, and never come out for thousands of years?

And Isabella, a dragon with a lively and active personality, happens to be a mutant species among all the dragons?

Carlos suddenly had a suspicion——

Perhaps, the character of the dragon clan that the mainland has been speculating about is not true.

They also appeared in many places on the mainland.

However, there was no smell left.

There is no trace of the others.