The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Isabella swooped down and fell directly into the elf's arms like a small cannonball.

Due to inertia, the big tail is raised very high.

He almost slapped the elf's beautiful face.

Lancelot's tail was slapped in the face, but she wasn't angry at all. She gently turned the little guy that was thrown into her arms over and adjusted it into her favorite position.

He apologized guiltily to the cub, "Bella, are you hungry? Sorry, I was temporarily delayed outside for a while and came back late."

"It's okay, I just woke up not long ago."

The cub hugged the elf enthusiastically and took a deep breath.

The sweet words came out of his mouth: "I'm very good. I knew you were not at home this morning, so you must be busy with something. So I just went downstairs to eat at a roadside stall to fill my stomach. I have been waiting for you to come home in the hotel."

Street vendors.

Let Arthur know that in order to make Lancelot happy, Isabella not only skipped his expensive invitation to treat her, but also had breakfast in the most famous alley in the main city of Asberg. By the way, he would probably be so angry that his curly hair would stand up like an afro.

But Isabella is no ordinary person.

She lied to trick people without feeling guilty at all.

As long as she can make Reserve Food happy, he can always exude the most delicious food aroma and fill her belly.

She can do anything.

Isabella nuzzled in his arms and moaned for a long time before suddenly feeling that something was not right.

Where's the elf hair? ?

She raised her head and realized that Lancelot had a high ponytail today and all his blond hair was tied back.

"..." He pondered for three seconds.

Visually, I can't reach it in this position.

So the cub climbed out of the elf's arms.

The sterling silver beast eyes stared straight at the brilliant golden color in front of him. Everything else was automatically eliminated from his sight, leaving only the fragrant and luminous golden color.

Isabella's tail was curled up flexibly and hung on the elf's arm that was specially bent in front of the lower abdomen for her to climb. Her hind limbs used force to jump up and climbed onto the elf's shoulder.

Then he hugged Lancelot's face with his short and fat front paws, leaned his big head over, and rubbed back from the elf's beautiful and delicate side face.

It successfully touched his hair.

Take a deep breath—

Ah, finally!

My stomach was bulging from all kinds of food all morning.

It’s only now that I feel complete.

full.

"belch……"

Isabella accidentally burped and quickly covered her mouth with her paws.

His round eyes looked quietly at the elf.

Ah, I probably didn't notice it.

Isabella quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that Lancelot was standing there, maintaining the same posture as before, motionless.

"...Lance?" Isabella tilted her head in confusion.

She gently poked the outside of the elf's ear with the tip of her fingernail, and asked without knowing anything, "Why are your ears turning red?"

The next second, the humanoid ears in front of him turned into two pointed elf ears with a "bang". The red heat spread along the roots of the ears to the tips of the outermost ears, and the thin auricles seemed to tremble slightly.

"ah!"

Isabella opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Your ears... are pointed. They are also pink, ah... they look so soft."

It's so soft, and the texture will be soft and waxy when you take a bite!

Without giving the elf time to react, Isabella stretched her neck forward, opened her mouth instantly, and swallowed all of the elf's ear into her mouth with a "ouch".

She paid attention to keeping her fangs away and quickly licked Lancelot's ear from top to bottom with her hot tongue.

Really soft!

The taste is slightly cool, and a little hot near the root, like a mint-filled jelly candy, so delicious that Isabella almost had to hold her fangs in place.

"Bella..."

The elf's voice was trembling, and he seemed to be breathing unsteadily.

"Well, what's the matter?" Isabella refused to let go of the soft "jelly" in her mouth, her speech was slightly slurred.

"..."

The elf didn't say the next word for a long time.

When the cub pounced on her just now, Lancelot lowered his neck slightly in order to catch her smoothly. But he didn't expect that the little guy who threw himself into his arms would suddenly climb up. Before he could even raise his face, he was hit by her big head.

Then, his lips...

Touched her cheek.

Although it was only a very slight, very brief moment, so short that Isabella, the slow little dragon cub, didn't notice the touch at all, Lancelot froze in place.

The heat, which was obviously different from his own body temperature, brushed against the corners of his lips.

Strange, a feeling I've never felt before.

A trace of confusion flashed in the elf's clear and bright golden eyes.

The next second, when he realized what he had encountered, his eyes suddenly widened.

Every inch of skin starting from the corners of his lips seemed to have fine sparks exploding, spreading rapidly along the blood inch by inch, almost burning his entire limbs and bones.

How, how could he...

An uncontrollable emotion suddenly surged over his head, disrupting his thoughts.

Two voices were torn in his mind. On the one hand, Lancelot was questioning his behavior just now. How could he, as an elf, kiss the opposite sex casually? On the other hand, there was another voice, constantly arguing that he and Isabella had the best relationship. Oh, why can't he kiss her?

Of course he could kiss her.

This is just a kiss between friends in the eyes of other races on the continent.

really?

Is it really an ordinary and normal kiss?

But he is an elf, the most conservative and restrained race on the continent.

this is not right……

A calm and emotionless voice reprimanded the accident in his mind, but at the same time, there was another low, hoarse and slow voice that tightly wrapped around the elf like a vine, tempting him continuously.

Why not?

He can do anything if he wants.

After all, Isabella said it herself.

——They are friends.

They must be each other's best friends.

Then maybe... what if I could be called my only friend?

Suppressing the constant heat that ran up his back, the elf tried hard to calm down and figure out what was going on with him.

But all his thoughts were disrupted by the bewitching voice in his head.

Can't calm down at all.

However, Isabella knew nothing about Lancelot's current state.

On the contrary, because the elf's ears were stimulated and transformed back into its original form, he was extremely curious and surprised, so he stretched out his paws and poked them twice.

This time, it added fuel to the fire.

Lancelot was in a panic, and before he could stop it, his warm breath directly enveloped his ears.

"..."

The elf froze completely.

He stood there blankly, his golden eyes lost in confusion, his eyes were scattered and blurred, unable to find the focus.

Like the purest and simplest white lamb on the wild grassland, when the hunting wolf comes, it has no idea of ​​resisting or escaping. It obediently stays where it is and lets the silver wolf do whatever it wants to it.

No one stopped the cub's behavior. Isabella was immersed in the joy of licking the ears, turning over and over to lick the elf's ears carefully.

It took a lot of effort to spit it out reluctantly.

Seeing the red elf ears covered in her own saliva, the delicate skin around the auricles, and a few thin and inconspicuous tooth marks in front of her, Isabella suddenly felt guilty.

It’s over.

It seems a little too indulgent.

It was only then that Isabella realized belatedly that Lancelot seemed to have not spoken a word since just now.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that I couldn't even hear my breathing.

It's over, it's really over.

Lance won't be angry anymore.

Isabella carefully stretched out her tail, trying to wipe away the drool still hanging on the elf's ears.

But after wiping it for a few times, it had no effect at all.

A small raised scale on the tip of the tail also scratched a shallow mark on the tip of the elf's ear.

"Hiss—" the cub gasped.

Fortunately there was no blood.

This time, she really didn't dare to move.

"cough."

Isabella touched her nose, trying to say something to ease the slightly strange atmosphere.

But suddenly his vision suddenly dropped.

Before Isabella could react, Lancelot put her on the table next to the aisle that was used to place potted plants, antique vases and other decorations, and disappeared in front of him without looking back.

"Oh!"

At the end of the corridor, the door belonging to Lancelot and Isabella slammed shut.

There was only floating dust left in the air, drifting down.

Isabella was stunned: "..."

Her heart felt cold.

You really got into big trouble, wow, wow, qwq.

The elf must have been particularly angry this time.

Isabella was sluggish.

She was sitting among a pile of antique vases studded with diamonds and jewelry. The shining gems around her could not attract her attention at this time.

"Crack, click, click..."

Isabella nervously chewed on the tips of her paws, feeling anxious and at a loss as she thought about how to coax her elf back.

The issue is--

She had no idea why Lancelot was suddenly angry?

Carlos, who came back a step later than Lancelot and went to the market to buy a lot of new clothes, hummed a song and walked upstairs. When passing by the corridor, his sharp eyes spotted the little dragon cub sitting in the middle of a large vase.

The fox paused.

"Bella, why are you here?"

Carlos was surprised and looked around quickly.

Fortunately, this was the corner of the corridor, and passers-by in the distance did not notice the baby dragon cub half-hiding behind the vase.

Carlos frowned, quickly picked up the cub and returned to his room, asking with a slight reproach, "Where is Lance? Why did he leave you here alone?"

"He seemed annoyed by me."

Isabella replied pitifully.

"angry?"

When Carlos heard this, his eyes widened in surprise, as if it was incredible.

"How could he be angry with you?"

The stingy elf couldn't wait to hide the cub in his arms. He would get angry with anyone who took a second look. How could he be angry with Isabella?

"Just..." Isabella murmured a few words under her breath, and said awkwardly: "I accidentally bit his ear, and then he became angry."

She emphasized: "It was really accidental, not intentional!"

I know that I must have done something wrong, but I am aggrieved and do not want to be criticized.

Isabella whispered to herself and defended: "Who made Lance's ears suddenly become pointy and pink...it must look delicious, and I can't control myself. "

Carlos was startled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and confirmed: "You said his ears have become pointed?"

Isabella nodded: "Yeah, the outside has become pointed and long, like two big leaves, ah no, I can't tell what they look like. But the taste is really fragrant, and the first time I bite it in my mouth It was cool and cool, as sweet as mint candy, but then it became hot...cough!"

Mentioning Lancelot's elf ears, the cub suddenly became excited. She danced and gestured, wanting to savor the taste in her mouth.

Fortunately, Isabella was not completely brainless. She swallowed a bunch of adjectives about the feeling of eating elf ears when they reached her mouth.

"Anyway, it's super cute!" Isabella added guiltily.

No normal person would comment on the taste of other people’s ears.

Carlos didn't notice what Isabella said next.

"Pointy ears..."

The fox bent his eyes and smiled, a hint of teasing flashed in his emerald eyes, "It's really rare for an elf to turn back into pointed ears in front of outsiders."

In particular, Lancelot was obviously so old-fashioned and reserved to the extreme that it almost made people forget that he was actually a young boy who had not officially reached adulthood.

With a gentle smile every day and an air of being able to do anything with ease, Carlos was still secretly guessing that Lancelot might never be able to change his pointed ears in this life.

Isabella didn't understand the habits of elves and was dissatisfied when she heard Carlos' description.

Wagging his tail, he protested loudly: "I'm not an outsider!"

Carlos didn't protest, but instead grinned wider.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the cub's head, and said meaningfully: "Yes, you are not an outsider..."

It can actually make the still-hearted elf feel confused.

How can you still be an outsider?

-

At the agreed time in the afternoon, the four of them went to the market last night to find Grandma Turtle.

Lancelot walked quietly at the back of the four, and for the first time, he did not hold Isabella in his arms.

He lowered his eyes, and his pale eyelashes cast a small shadow on his thin and gentle face, making him appear to be in a low mood.

After so many days, Arthur finally held Isabella in his arms again and rubbed her tail. He looked at the quiet elf with confusion and disbelief in his peripheral vision.

Chatting with Isabella: "Are you and the senior having a tantrum again?"

Isabella cleared away the suspicion loudly: "What do you mean 'again'?! I didn't make him angry!"

However, the louder the voice, the more obvious it becomes.

Arthur scrambled to cover her mouth, worried that Lancelot would hear them secretly discussing him.

But the elf just lowered his head and seemed to have lost contact with the outside world.

"Okay, okay, little ancestor, please keep your voice down."

Arthur also felt that Lancelot was in a strange state right now. He wanted to care about the senior, but his intuition told him that it was best to stay away.

When we arrived at Grandma Turtle's house, she happened to have just woken up and was sitting in front of the stove to warm herself up.

She was not in her native form like yesterday, but in human form, wrapped in a fluffy blanket and drinking tea. Her white hair was neatly combed back, and a small roadside flower was pinned to her temples, which seemed to be carrying fresh dew.

Old, yet elegant.

After seeing the four people, the old lady put down her teacup.

She spoke faster than yesterday, no longer jumping out word by word: "I was really embarrassed yesterday. I'm old. When the weather gets cold, my body becomes so cold that I can't even maintain my human shape. ”

Carlos waved his hand quickly: "It's okay, grandma."

He walked forward and sat on the small bench next to Grandma Turtle, and lit the fire in the stove more vigorously.

"It's us who disturbed your rest."

"Don't bother me. I am lonely living here alone. Occasionally, Turto and his children are willing to come to my place to live for a while, which makes the time seem not so long." The old woman smiled and shook her head, sighing a few times. sentence.

She did not say much on the subject, but returned to the matter of Isabella's eggshells.

"If the eggshells are still edible, slowly letting the children eat the eggshells with their daily diet can basically solve the problem of stunted growth."

"But I'm afraid the eggshells are no longer edible."

She smiled apologetically, "I didn't see your eggshell clearly last night, and I just remembered it again today."

Lancelot was puzzled.

Suppressing the complicated emotions that have not been sorted out in my heart, the cub's eggshell is the most important thing now.

Lancelot avoided Isabella's gaze, pursed his lips and asked, "Grandma, what do you mean?"

The old lady's words were slightly vague, and she explained: "Once the initial shell-breaking period has passed, the eggshells of certain races will automatically turn into indestructible fossils. This is their domineering and arrogant nature, and they will never allow their own things to be It is coveted by others. Therefore, I would rather the eggshells become a pile of waste than let other races pick up the eggshells and take them back as weapons."

"unless--"

The old woman sighed, and under the waiting gaze of the elf with his heart high, he helplessly said the only solution that could not be realized.

"Unless there is magic from the same race, the eggshell can be restored and turned into something that can be swallowed."

The old lady looked at the little silver figure sticking out of Arthur's shoulder and showed a kind and kind smile, "If I guess correctly, you should be Her Excellency Isabella of the Dragon Clan, right?"

Isabella is the only active dragon clan on the continent.

It can also be said that it is the last giant dragon.

She has no living relatives, so she can't eat her own eggshells again.

"Eh-" The cub, which was twisting its tail under Arthur's cloak, froze.

She didn't care much about Eggshell and didn't listen carefully to what she just said.

On the contrary, he was quite surprised to hear the old lady call his name. Stopping the childish behavior of fighting with the young rookie, he blinked his big eyes, "Do you know me?"

"Oh, yes." The old lady nodded slowly, "Your eggshell is very rare. My brother once had a friendly relationship with Mr. Eric, and he wrote to me describing your appearance."

What does she look like?

It should be what she looked like inside the egg.

Isabella vaguely recalled that Eric did mention the existence of such a person in his notebook and often called him an old turtle. She still remembered that Eric, a stupid guy, listened to his words and put her in the flaming ash mountain to cook for several days.

"Is it Francis..." Isabella roughly remembered the name.

The old lady was surprised that Isabella actually knew her brother's name, and was slightly excited, "Did Mr. Eric mention it to you? God, if that's the case...my brother would be very happy if he knew it. Bar."

A little complexity and emotion flashed across her face.

Really happy to finally be back.

The lifespan of the Turtle Clan is longer than most races on the mainland.

But they are not like the giant dragons who have eternal life. They no longer continue to grow and grow old after adulthood, and always maintain the state of peak vitality.

They will still grow old.

It's just that the life cycle is much slower than other races.

The Turtle Tribe is a race forgotten by time, but not completely forgotten. The lives of most Turtles are dull, growing up and living a dull life, watching their friends from other races grow old and dying, and accepting their long and lonely lives.

At first, young turtles will look for new friends, but gradually they will become tired of making new friends after witnessing their friends grow old over and over again.

Separation between life and death is the cruelest thing in the world.

After many experiences, the Turtles would rather no longer know other people, and hide alone and peacefully in a corner of the mainland, dragging their aging bodies, quietly waiting for the end of life.

Gradually, he was forgotten by the world.

So, like Francis, it's great to have a friend who outlives you, remembers his presence, and tells his name and story to others. For the turtle tribe, this is really a rare thing.

Grandma Turtle's wrinkled and old face seemed to be glowing with a new light at this moment.

She looked at Isabella, with a trace of hope and pleading in her eyes, which was teetering deep in her pupils.

"Your Excellency Isabella, if possible, I would like to tell you my name."

Her ordinary and long enough life, if she could not be completely forgotten by time, that would be such a lucky thing.

Isabella was confused.

At her current age, she couldn't understand why Grandma Turtle wanted to be remembered so much, but meeting her eyes, Isabella still nodded, "Okay."

"My name...is Catalina."

After Isabella nodded again, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had let go of her last obsession.

"Thank you for keeping my soul from being trapped by obsession."

Isabella still doesn't quite understand why she attaches so much importance to having her name remembered.

Catalina just smiled at the cub without explaining the reason.

Then he turned his attention to Lancelot.

He said something mysterious and mysterious that Isabella couldn't understand even more, "Those who are trapped by obsession all their lives will eventually be trapped in the deepest part of the Lost Forest, with their souls wandering in no fixed place."

The elf was stunned when he heard this.

"You mean...?"

The ethereal and clear voice actually sounded a bit difficult at this moment.

He seemed shocked, but couldn't believe it.

On the mainland, only the Wu tribe lives in the Lost Forest all year round. No one knows where they originated, and no one has seen their true appearance.

What Katarina means is that the witch clan comes from the obsession of the deceased that cannot be dissipated.

Could it be that the person he has been looking for for so many years...

Catalina's face showed fatigue. She slowly transformed back into her animal form, and her speaking speed slowed down a little bit.

He barely finished the sentence.

"Kid, be patient."

"The polar night is the carnival of the god of misfortune. Only the sunny day can usher in the reunion..."