The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Lancelot returned to the hotel in the dim night. The small kerosene lamp at the door was almost dyed to the bottom, leaving only a sporadic and weak yellow light, struggling in the cold wind to illuminate a small piece of land in front of the door.

The whole street was quiet, and the residents of the main city of Asberg seemed to be still asleep in the darkness.

But it was actually already nine o'clock in the morning.

The polar night affects the sleeping time of ordinary people. In order to save money for kerosene lamps, most civilians will not get up to work until daylight.

Anyway, for them, the work is never done, only the money in the wallet will be spent.

In the cold land near the north, the morning fog is thick.

Thick fog filled the air for dozens of meters, and some ice crystals and frost flowers were still condensed on the window sills of the houses. It was estimated that they would gradually turn into water droplets until the thin sunlight at noon penetrated the thick clouds.

"you are back."

The dwarf who was the doorman on the first floor of the hotel heard the noise and emerged from behind the counter with a messy head. His age could not be seen from his face covered with beard and hair.

The elf's brilliant blond hair was hidden under a large dark cloak, and the collar was turned up to cover half of his face, revealing only a pair of gentle and cold eyes. He was thinking about something in his mind and did not notice the dwarf's voice.

The dwarf stopped him again: "Sir, please wait a moment."

Lancelot stopped.

In front of the tall and long-legged elves, the dwarf looked like a short, fat and dirty little potato. The angle he looked up looked very laborious.

The dwarf moved a small ladder from the side and quickly climbed to a high place before continuing to talk to the elf: "Dear sir, I'm extremely sorry...last night, the servant who was cleaning the corridor last night discovered, ahem, um, discovered Your room door is not closed. I saw a mess in your room through the gap, it seems that the wooden bed collapsed..."

Seeing that the elf didn't speak, the dwarf looked even more frightened and embarrassed.

Halfway through, the voice became quieter and quieter, almost inaudible.

Asberg is a border city with all kinds of travelers coming and going. The faces hidden under these pitch-black hoods are most likely the most vicious criminals on the city wall's wanted list.

If he was slightly dissatisfied, he would draw a cold knife from his back and kill the person coldly without listening to any excuses.

But these small hotels that open shops and do business do not have the right to choose their guests.

I can only pray that the guests will be in a better mood every day.

The dwarf gritted his teeth and trembled.

Working hard for a little money.

Fortunately, the tall man in front of me finally spoke.

Gentle, like spring flower buds that have not been seen in the main city of Eisberg for many years, slowly blooming in the warm sunshine.

He asked patiently and calmly: "What did you say? Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly."

The ethereal sound has its own soothing effect.

The dwarf breathed a huge sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The dwarf was well-informed, and he knew this was an elf just by hearing the voice.

Elves don't kill people.

He is safe.

Thank you to the God of Light.

The dwarf spoke much more fluently this time.

He said: "The bed in your room collapsed. The servant said it looked like it was caused by being hit by a heavy object, rather than the quality of the wooden bed itself. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but the items in the room were not damaged during your stay. Any damage needs to be recorded in your account, please pay me the price of the broken bed before checking out.”

Yes, he is here to ask for compensation.

These travelers passing by the hotel spend all day fighting and killing, with no regard for the environment and the venue!

Some people ran away after the fight. Those who opened the shop didn't even know the other person's appearance or name, so they couldn't find anyone to seek compensation from. Therefore, it is rare to catch an elf today, and he is also the most talkative elf.

The dwarf's eyes lit up.

Lancelot paid no attention to the dwarf's nagging words, and only heard the first sentence.

"The bed collapsed?"

The elf felt nervous and interrupted the dwarf to ask urgently: "Is the other guest in the room okay?"

The dwarf was confused: "Another guest?"

This room belonged to Lancelot, so the hotel owner thought he was fighting with someone else and destroyed the bed, and then chased him out and has not returned until now - after all, this kind of thing happens often.

But from his tone, he didn't break the bed?

"This house only has your check-in record..."

"..."

Lancelot paused slightly.

In his haste, he almost forgot that Isabella's name was not registered when they checked into the hotel.

The elf pressed his forehead and calmed down, "Then, may I ask where the people in the two rooms next to me who came with me are now?"

"They," the dwarf flipped through the records, "there was no movement after returning to the room last night. They should still be sleeping."

After hearing these words, the tension on Lancelot's face slowly faded away.

It seems that there was no accident.

The elf returned to his gentle tone: "Okay, thank you. I will settle the accommodation fee and bed compensation to you when I leave today."

"Thank you for your generosity and wish you a happy life." The dwarf immediately laughed, climbed down the small ladder, and personally opened the passage door for Lancelot to go upstairs.

After Lancelot went upstairs, he happened to meet Arthur opening the door and stretching out.

"Ah, Senior Lance, you're back!" Arthur rubbed his messy bird's nest head and pointed to the next door carelessly, "Are you looking for Bella? She slept with Senior Carlos last night."

The young man murmured with envy and resentment: "The little girl forgets her friends when she sees sex. She just stares at Senior Fox's beautiful tail, completely forgetting about me."

Lancelot pursed his lips and said nothing.

He lowered the hood of his cloak, and his brilliant blond hair flowed down his shoulders. After taking the robe back to his room, he walked to Carlos' door and knocked gently.

"Boom, bang."

There was a burst of laughter inside the door, but it seemed that no knocking was heard outside.

Arthur: "They should be up already. I heard Bella talking an hour ago."

Lancelot remained silent.

He knocked again.

This time, he heard Carlos's voice: "Bella, is someone knocking on the door?"

"Eh, no? I thought it was the sound of my tail hitting the ground."

The cub said, then raised its tail and banged it on the ground twice.

"Miss, please be gentle, don't destroy my room." The fox stopped her in a hurry.

"Hahaha, no, I'm very careful..."

"..."

After a few seconds, there was a rustle in the room, and with Isabella exclaiming in a low voice such as "Oh, your tail scratched the closet door", the door to the room opened.

Handfuls of red fox fur floated randomly in the air along with the wind generated by the opening of the door.

Isabella was still laughing, "Carlos, are you going to lose your skin? Hahaha."

The fox chuckled twice, twitched the corner of his mouth, and complained jokingly: "You are not a little guy. The scales on your tail are as sharp as a lawn mower."

Isabella gloated.

Without blinking, he hid his tail back and irresponsibly evaded denial: "No!"

The voice is delicate and crisp, full of vigor and vitality.

The red fox, which was almost half a room tall, lay on the ground, lazily turned its head in the opposite direction, and greeted the two people at the door with its huge front paws.

"Hi, Lance, you're back?"

The pink fleshy pads of the fox's paws are soft and clean, making people want to poke them when they look at them.

The red-furred fox transformed back into its original form and played with Isabella all morning. His head was as big as the table in the room, and when viewed from the doorway, it just met the emerald eye on his left side, like a huge gem mirror.

Isabella emerged from the thick and fluffy hair of the big fox, lay half on his back, and looked out with her little face.

He hasn't opened his mouth to speak yet.

"Ah che-"

The little girl covered her nose and sneezed.

He choked on the fox fur flying in the air.

The silver fat tail suddenly stood up due to the stress reaction, and the scales on the tip of the tail stood up thinly. Then he slowly lowered it and fell into a sea of ​​red plush.

Seeing that the cub was choking, Carlos quickly lifted her off his back, lifted her onto his arm and sat down again.

Then he used his other free paw to carefully pat Isabella's back, and at the same time tidied up the messy skirt that had been thrown up when she was crawling on his back.

Lancelot watched the scene before him and remained silent.

The interaction between the big red-haired fox and the little silver-haired girl in front of them, the harmonious and friendly atmosphere, seemed like a beautiful dream in human fairy tales where spirits and cubs get along.

Instead, he was an unnecessary intruder.

A trace of complexity and darkness flashed across the elf's face, and the corners of his lips flattened slightly.

The two different voices seemed to be fighting in their minds again, and neither could convince the other.

Isabella's touch that crossed the line yesterday made the elf feel overwhelmed and hesitantly thought about whether their relationship was too close.

But when Lancelot saw Isabella laughing so hard with the fox, she even forgot that he was still there.

One of the voices in my heart finally overwhelmed the other.

——He is Isabella's first friend.

The friendship between them is unbreakable, and the close distance is the sign of a good relationship.

Lancelot felt a little guilty. He shouldn't have let this friendship get hurt because of his own reasons.

Moreover, she was not wrong in the first place.

The elf finally figured it out, and the corners of his lips curved again.

He walked into the room, bypassed the thick layer of fox fur on the floor, and came to Isabella.

At the same time, the fox suddenly felt a cold feeling behind him.

It feels like the indoor temperature has dropped a few degrees.

Carlos was confused, but he unknowingly retracted the paw that was touching the cub's forehead.

Those beautiful big emerald eyes rolled around, but they didn't find anything that made him feel dangerous.

Lancelot leaned over and raised his hand to touch the little girl's long, messy curly hair.

A breeze passed through the fingertips, and the fine shimmer surrounded the young dragon's long hair. In less than a moment, the messy silver hair was instantly combed neatly.

Isabella silently glanced at the tail of her hair that fell down to her legs, and blinked lightly.

The atmosphere is quiet.

The elf in front of him had a smile on his face, his delicate facial features were stretched, and his temperament was gentle and elegant. The candlelight in the room flickered, falling in his pure golden eyes, like a drifting boat, peaceful and unconcerned with the world.

but.

Isabella just felt that Lancelot didn't seem to be so peaceful.

It's like he's hiding his true emotions.

What is he hiding?

Are you still angry with yourself...

No, no, no.

This all passed in one night.

Isabella pouted secretly, thinking: She didn't even care about the elf staying out at night and going out alone without reporting to the owner. Where does he have the excuse to continue to be angry?

The more Isabella thought about it, the more unhappy she became, and she decided not to talk to Lancelot all day long.

The elf squatted in front of the cub, his golden eyes flashed across her pink and white cotton nightgown, and whispered softly, "Did you sleep well last night, Bella."

Isabella: Silence.

Seeing the cub's non-violent and non-cooperative expression, the elf just smiled slightly.

Although he didn't know why she was angry, he was indeed at fault.

He promised to stay with her all the time, but he was not here all night yesterday.

The long and slender fingertips gently brushed away a few strands of long hair stuck in the clothes around her neck, and tidied up the lace at the neckline bit by bit.

He said in a gentle tone: "Who gave you the clothes you wore last night? The bow around your neck was not tied properly."

As he spoke, his fingers deftly untied the small ribbon decorating Isabella's back collar and tied a beautiful big bow on her again.

Isabella's round eyes silently watched the elf's movements, but her mouth was tightly closed: I just don't speak, hum!

Apologize to me now!

However, the little girl still followed the elf's movements to adjust her collar, and lifted her chin without any trace, so that he could arrange the clothes that were pressed down on her.

A smile flashed across Lancelot's eyes.

He knew the cub had softened.

The elf continued: "Bella, can I put a braid on your hair?"

Braids?

Isabella's ears twitched.

Until now, she has not had her hair braided...

My hair grows almost to my ankles, and it is easy to step on my hair when I stand up. It would be much easier if I tied it into braids.

It sounds very exciting.

But she just decided not to pay attention to the elf today just a few minutes ago.

The cub was in a tangle of hesitation.

Lancelot was not in a hurry. He slowly gathered Isabella's long, smooth and fluffy curly hair into a bunch, and gently pulled out some of the hair ends that were pressed under her tail.

With his eyes wandering, the wide sleeves seemed to sweep past the hem of her skirt inadvertently, and he flicked it with his fingertips.

Then he whispered in surprise: "Oh, Bella, why is the hem of your skirt so dirty?"

The fox beside him, who had been as quiet as a chicken since the elf entered the door, suddenly choked and coughed when he heard this: "Cough-cough!"

He watched the elf with his own eyes. When the cub wasn't paying attention, his fingertips used magic to draw a small stream of water, and all of it poured onto the hem of Isabella's skirt.

Then, pretending not to know anything, he asked with concern, "When did you get wet? You will easily get sick if you wear a wet skirt."

Isabella turned her head to look, but her tail blocked her view, and she couldn't see the skirt behind her.

I could only reach out and rub it everywhere with confusion on my face: "Hey, where is it wet? Wasn't it fine just now?"

Being attracted by the topic of the elf, I forgot about my decision not to answer.

"Did you just knock over the cup on the table when you were playing with Carlos?"

"Eh... I don't know either." Isabella was confused. She was crawling on the back of the big fox and didn't notice whether there was a water glass on the table.

"It must have gotten wet at that time." The elf sighed softly, then picked up the cub from the fox's arm and put it in his arms.

Carlos: "..."

How come there are still people who are so thief and call to catch thieves?

The fox's eyes were almost blown off by Lancelot's actions. Is this the same elf he once knew, the elf whose face turned red when he told a little lie?

He changed, Lancelot became evil.

Just when Carlos was about to open his mouth to expose the elf's shameful behavior, he saw the elf standing in front of him raise his eyes and glance at him.

The golden eyes are cold and calm.

"..."

Obviously the elf's height at this time is not as huge as the fox's beast form.

But Carlos was too scared to speak.

Fox: cowardly.

Lancelot looked away and continued to smile softly. His crooked eyes are like two beautiful and clear moons, and his soothing voice naturally makes people relax and sink into his pull.

"Then let's go back to the room and change, okay?"

Isabella hesitated and was about to agree, but felt that she had forgotten something.

Lancelot saw this and kept up his efforts, "When we go back, I'll tell you what I did last night, okay?"

Isabella raised her eyes suspiciously, "Really tell me everything?"

Lancelot smiled: "Of course, Bella. We are good friends."

"I won't hide anything from you."