The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The busiest and liveliest barbecue stall in the central city of Atlantis.

On the rows of huge shelves, the attractively colored grilled meat is automatically turned over in an orderly manner. The base is constantly blessed by a magic array, which raises a white mist of heat to ensure that each piece of meat skewers is evenly heated.

The stall owner is an old lady from the giant race. She wears a big apron around her fat belly. She stands like a hill in front of the stall. She is carefully holding a condiment bottle about the size of her thumb and carefully and accurately sprinkles the seasonings on the barbecue.

There was a sizzling sound as the oil exploded, and the numbing and spicy aroma spread instantly.

“Add more cumin.”

A cub's little milky voice was drowned in the noisy crowd, and she muttered in a low voice, imagining that these barbecues were all hers: "It's best to add spicy Mala."

A dozen skewers of roasted and shiny rabbit meat were packaged and handed to the fox orcs who had been waiting for a long time in front of the stall, followed by a large plate of fried wild boar meatballs, large skewers of beef and crispy bone skewers...

Seeing the food on the grill quickly dwindling, the cub sighed in frustration.

"Boss, I want thirty skewers of roast beef, add more cumin, and add more sesame and spicy." A clear young boy's voice sounded in front of the stall.

"Okay-!"

The huge giant moves nimbly and swiftly, and quickly prepares the food according to the guests' requirements.

This is the last roast beef.

The little cub whimpered and watched helplessly as the meat skewer was taken away by a slender hand.

The fingertips are slender, and a complexly carved animal head ring is worn on the thumb.

It should be silver.

Dragons are naturally attracted to all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, so Isabella couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But the allure of silver is not as good as gold. In comparison, food attracts her more.

Then his eyes returned to the meat skewers.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo greedy——

The baby really wants to eat meat qaq

"Want to eat?"

The coveted meat skewers suddenly appeared in front of me.

"!!!" With a sudden sound, the little cub raised its tail in fright.

Where did a stranger come from to talk to her?

Isabella subconsciously raised her hand and touched the big hood on her head.

——She didn’t act recklessly when she slipped out of Lancelot’s bamboo basket.

She brought all her belongings - her ring.

She also took away a small flying carpet - Lancelot added a floating magic circle to the blanket, which was just convenient for her to sneak away.

And a large cloak that could hide her until only her eyes were exposed - also made specially for her by Lancelot.

After making sure that she was tightly wrapped and not exposing an inch of skin, Isabella looked up again and looked at the person, wondering: "For me?"

"Yes, don't you want to eat it?" The young man squatted down with a smile, passed the meat skewers forward again, and repeated what Isabella had just said: "Add cumin, add sesame and spicy."

The young man had short, fluffy flaxen hair, and a dull hair on his forehead, swaying in the wind, and he had the urge to reach out and push it down.

He has a pair of beautiful orange-red eyes, which are round and big, with the ends of his eyes slightly raised, like a big and agile cat. His smile was full of enthusiasm, like a stove that was burning brightly in winter.

Even the tone of his speech was lively and brisk, as if nothing in the world could upset him.

It's easy to be infected by his kindness and sincerity.

However, Isabella is no ordinary cub - she is the richest dragon in the world (most of which cannot be spent), and ordinary temptations cannot deceive her!

The little dragon clutched its hood tightly, its tail hidden under the cloak shrank inward, its eyes widened warily, and it did not speak easily.

but……

She quietly moved her nose and inhaled the aroma of barbecue.

"I didn't mean any harm, I just saw you were hungry."

The boy didn't mind Isabella's defensiveness and explained kindly.

He raised his hand and rubbed his hair, turning the fluffy and dense short hair into a messy ball. He smiled without any worries, cheerful and straightforward.

Then he looked around and said, "I put the food next to the garden fountain over there. If you want to eat, you can pick it up yourself."

He was passing by.

I happened to hear Isabella muttering quietly.

Greedy and eager-eyed, he looks very cute.

The little guy was covered in a dark cloak, not wanting to be identified.

But she didn't know that the little flying carpet underneath her just revealed her identity as a noble.

There are countless fine fluorescent lights shining around the flying carpet, hidden in the fireworks-filled market.

The young man had seen many rare treasures. He could tell at a glance that this was a high-level floating magic circle that could control the direction at will. Those who can cast this type of magic circle are at least level seven magicians.

Magicians in the continent of Clavia are divided into ten levels, and magicians above level five can be independent. Those above level seven will be honored as a great magician.

A magician of this level would not make a move easily, and the magic circle he occasionally drew would be sold at a high price.

Only the great nobles of various races can spend money like water without blinking an eye, using all good things to pamper and love children.

Noble families would have someone to secretly protect the family's cubs, and the young man would not worry that Isabella would be harmed at the market. Seeing that she didn't speak, he walked to the garden fountain and put down the barbecue.

About to turn around and leave.

Turning his head, he saw Isabella floating quietly not far behind him. She looked like she wanted to eat barbecue but was hesitant to get close. She was tumbling and tangled in her cloak. She looked more and more cute.

The young man's eyebrows were arched, and he kindly reminded: "Little guy, your wings are exposed."

A small touch of silvery white appeared on the edge of the small flying carpet.

"Whoosh-"

The little cub quickly huddled up and looked like a big ball of fluffy cotton under its cloak.

The young man laughed and wanted to reach out and rub the chubby cub, but he was afraid of scaring her, so he could only restrain his hands that were about to move and put them behind his back.

He coughed lightly and deliberately lowered his voice and joked: "It's getting dark soon. Little one, you must remember to go home early, otherwise you will be captured by Eric, the evil dragon who specializes in eating disobedient cubs."

Isabella: "..."

puff-

Does Eric know that he has become a character in fairy tales in mainland China who deceives children?

Isabella lowered her eyes and stared at the boy's retreating figure, the dull hair on her forehead bouncing rhythmically.

A low purr came from his throat, and he took out a gold coin from the ring.

aim--

leave!

With a "pop" sound, it hit the young man's head accurately.

The young man was stunned.

He took out the gold coin from his messy bird's nest-like hair, looked around, and then returned his gaze to the dark lump next to the fountain.

He didn't feel angry, but rather amused.

He crossed his arms with one hand and tossed the gold coin up and down with the other hand. He grinned and whispered, "This little troublemaker——"

For Isabella, the noble dragon did not eat free food.

The gold coins she threw to the boy were equivalent to paying for beef skewers.

After the two of them finished their money, they naturally forgot about the young man, hid the barbecue under their cloaks, and ate it left and right until their mouths were filled with grease.

Suddenly, I felt a poke on the side of my belly.

Isabella: "...?"

I found that the young man turned around again.

Isabella moved her butt and turned her back to the boy. Her mouth was full of meat and she slurred, "What are you doing?"

The young man chuckled, and a hint of cunning flashed through his round cat eyes: "I thought about it carefully, a little troublemaker like you still can't run around alone on the street. Anyway, I don't have anything important to do today, so I might as well be a good person and do it to the end." You send me home."

go home--?

Isabella, who was eating happily, then remembered a certain blond and beautiful elf that she had left behind, and felt guilty for a moment.

She won't go back.

He picked up his tail and wanted to run.

The young man's quick-sighted hands quickly grabbed the edge of the cloak.

"You are so naughty little guy...Which house did you sneak away from? Tell my brother?"

Isabella was so teased that she couldn't bear it, and gave him a claw through the cloak: "Brother, I am the ancestor of Eric, the evil dragon in your mouth!"

——She didn't lie. Eric did call her little ancestor, but he was just coaxing her to come to school.

When the boy saw that the little cub was really furious, he had no choice but to suppress his bad taste and stop teasing her.

Very familiar: "How about I take you to drink the most delicious bara berry stewed sweet milk on the whole street? Little girls like to drink this."

Isabella tilted her head and said nothing.

The young man thought she was concerned about strangers, so he extended his hand warmly and introduced himself openly: "My name is Arthur, I am a human race, and I am in the third grade at Clavia Magic Academy, so you don't have to worry that I am a bad person."

"…………"

"...!!!!"

"You said your name was Arthur?"

Isabella was so shocked that her voice changed and she almost jumped up.

Ah this (ovo)...?

Um, shouldn't he be called Arthur?

Confused by Isabella's exaggerated expression, the boy's hair stood on end.

He asked carefully, "Is it...?"

Isabella collapsed.

Cat eyes, a bird's nest head, and the stupid hair on the top of his head that always sticks up, plus his race and college. Isn't this the ultimate upgraded hero of the cool novel, the human boy Arthur, who "seems ordinary and is always bullied but is enthusiastic and cheerful and never gives up" in the original book? ? !

Can you meet the male protagonist even if you are greedy for a skewer of barbecue?

Is this the fateful first encounter plot that harem novels cannot escape?

"No..." Isabella sighed deeply.

I struggled to hold my head and decided to lie down and accept my fate for the time being.

The little cub had a serious look on his face: "There is nothing wrong with you, the problem is fate."

Arthur: "?"

I randomly picked up a cub on the roadside, why did I start talking about fate?

"Then..." Arthur blinked his round cat eyes and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to drink stewed milk?"

"Drink!" Isabella slapped her paw and said loudly, "Drink your wallet empty!"

In the original plot, the silly dragon tried his best to give money to the male protagonist.

She doesn't, she wants to do it!

In three words, Arthur would spend ten million on her!