The reserve food raised is the Elf King

After returning to the room, Isabella shrank her neck as she looked at the mess of wood and debris all over the room.

He covered his eyes with his hands, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

Lancelot didn't blame her.

"Wait a mininute."

The elf held her in his arms with one hand, swept away the messy ruins and dust on the ground with a wave of his wide sleeves, and then took out a magic circle and placed it in the cleared space.

The next second, a big pink mushroom grew out of the ground, and the white pole at the bottom was firmly fixed on the floor.

The umbrella-shaped mushroom head on top is fluffy and soft, just the right size for Isabella to lie on. The white pole is elastic and will rock back and forth like a rocking car with a slight movement.

"Wow--"

Isabella's eyes lit up.

What little girl doesn’t like big pink and white mushrooms!

Lancelot slightly bent his eyes and mentioned casually, "I know that you have transformed and your tail often presses against your calves, which makes you uncomfortable, so I specially designed this little mushroom for you where you can place your tail wherever you want. Know if the color is to your liking.”

"luv't!"

Isabella nodded with her big head and fluttered her arms, wanting to jump on the big soft mushroom and play with it.

The elf is still asking, "Is the pink a bit too bright?"

He was a little unsure of Isabella's preferences and explained: "When I was making the magic circle, there were no other color materials on hand. If you don't like it, I can think of another way."

Isabella couldn't put it down.

The little girl leaned down on the mushroom, with most of her body sinking into the cloud-like mushroom, and her tail hung swaying behind her. With a little force, the white pole under the body bends to a certain arc, and the mushroom gently sways with gravity, with a gentle and gentle movement like a small cradle.

"It's not pretty, but I just like pink!"

The elf's expression became brighter and brighter.

He suppressed the smile on his lips without leaving any trace, and there was a hint of hesitation and doubt in his voice, "But last time in Xisitali Forest, I felt that you seemed to..." You didn't like Carlos's teapot.

Isabella tilted her head and glanced at the elf.

She is the kind of person who can praise and say nice things to anyone as long as she is given a little sweetness.

Now her favorite is Lancelot, and of course she puts all the nice things into his ears.

Anyway, you don’t have to be responsible for what you say, let alone pay.

So he said without hesitation: "I like Lance the most. I like everything Lance gives me!"

Lancelot smiled softer.

"I'm going to get you a new dress. What color do you want?"

Isabella said without thinking: "White, white, I want to wear the same color as Lance!"

"..."

Lancelot paused while holding the clothes in front of the wardrobe.

Isabella kept saying "What's up with Lance?" and her passionate tone showed at all times that she put him first in her heart. And she never wanted to hide or be embarrassed. She wanted to tell the whole world how important he was to her.

How could a conservative and restrained elf resist such unreserved enthusiasm?

Lancelot's ears turned red.

Strange but unconcealable joy and satisfaction emerged from my heart bit by bit, like a water source that was suddenly dug out, and a clear and clean spring emerged from the dry land.

He responded in a low voice: "...Okay, let's wear white together."

Then from the deepest part of the closet, I took out a small skirt with gold leaves embroidered on the cuffs, took it off the hanger and took it out.

The elf felt embarrassed and quietly touched the embroidery on the little skirt. Every gold thread stitch was exquisite and detailed, and it happened to be exactly the same as the cuffs of the robe he was wearing.

...Actually, it's not exactly right.

This was when Lancelot was out shopping one time. By some strange coincidence, he listened to the salesperson's sales pitch and bought two sets of identical white mage robes for different genders. Inexplicably, he felt that Bella would look good if she wore this dress.

Then I ran to the cloud laboratory and spent an afternoon.

Instead of studying his complicated and profound time proposition,... he adapted a new magic circle that can adjust the size of clothes to a size that the cub can wear.

But since changing the size, Lancelot has always stuffed it in the innermost layer of the closet. He took it out several times, but he silently stuffed it back.

The elf himself didn't think clearly about what kind of mentality this was.

Today, since Isabella took the initiative to wear the same clothes as him...

Lancelot finally worked up the courage to take out the dress.

He turned around with a smile, his eyes filled with bright stars.

"Bella..."

The stars slowly rose in the eyes, and stopped in the sky the next second.

The cub fell asleep.

In the swaying pink mushroom, the silver-white dragon lady lay obediently inside, revealing half of her face. Her round eyes were obediently closed, her eyelashes were placed under her eyelids, and her breathing was slow and long.

The picture is peaceful and gentle, making people subconsciously hold their breath and not bear to break it.

After returning to her animal form, the skirt Isabella was originally wearing slid down her tail. There was only a piece of lace left, half hanging on a small raised scale on the cub's tail, dangling in the air.

Lancelot sighed softly.

Hiding the slight regret in my heart.

He leaned over and gently took off the skirt, folded it and put it in the crook of his arm. After straightening up, he slowly smiled again.

There should be no rush.

He and Isabella are best friends.

There is unlimited time, take your time.

-

When Isabella woke up, the border of the Kingdom of Sissel was far behind.

Pushing open the window of the carriage, there was an endless pitch-black night outside, and the vast expanse of wilderness and plains. Apart from the sound of the whistling wind, there was only the sound of the wheels of their carriage rolling across the gravel road.

Isabella got up from Lancelot's lap blankly, her eyes wandering for a while before she came back to her senses.

Under the extreme night, regardless of day or night, she was almost asleep.

The experience of traveling this time was not at all what she expected. In addition to sleeping, she was on the road every day, otherwise she slept on the road. Sleeping made Isabella feel that her underdeveloped limbs were even more degraded.

Miss Dragon shook her tail and puffed her lips, feeling a little unhappy.

I made up my mind that next time there is such a mission, I will definitely not go out with him.

so boring!

The more I think about it, the more boring it becomes!

depressed!

Arthur was eating snacks on the side, and he stuffed two gold coins into her mouth.

The aroma of gold coins is fresh and wonderful.

The cub didn't even look at it, opened its mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp.

After eating, he blinked slowly.

No, we can't continue to be so boring.

Suddenly, his eyes looked at Lancelot.

"Lance, we agreed this morning, you have to explain to me clearly, where were you last night!?"

Arthur was gnawing bread and almost choked when he heard this.

"Cough-cough cough!"

This all happened yesterday morning, and Isabella, the little ancestor, didn't forget it even after sleeping all day and all night.

Women are truly vengeful creatures.

The old saying never deceives me.

No matter how old you are, this will never change.

Lancelot was also stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the first thing Isabella said when she woke up was to ask about this matter.

The elf was quite dumbfounded.

But now there are four people sitting in the carriage. Elves are a race that values ​​privacy very much. Lancelot can only accept sharing all secrets with Isabella now. The other two are not in his consideration.

There was a moment of embarrassment.

He could only discuss it in a soft tone: "Bella, can we talk in private?"

"Why do you have to tell me in private? Are you raising other cubs behind my back?"

"What……?"

Lancelot was stunned for a moment by the cub's outrageous guess, and subconsciously shook his head, "Of course not, I only have you as my friend."

"I'm just looking for someone. Do you remember that we were at Catalina's house, and what she said to me later..." Lancelot pursed his lips, speaking intermittently.

Caterina's intention confirmed for Lancelot that the person he was looking for was indeed in the Lost Forest.

Then it would coincide with Dean Green's previous news. The white-haired witch who recently appeared in the Lost Forest is the person he has been looking for for many years.

But Catalina told him not to look for anyone for the time being, and it would be useless to find someone...

Reason told Lancelot that he might be able to believe the words of a tortoise who had lived for nearly ten thousand years. But after so many years of searching for elves, he still wanted to confirm the information he had received.

Only then can we continue to wait with real peace of mind.

The cause and effect of the whole thing is actually not complicated.

But Lancelot was really not used to talking about his own affairs in crowded places.

So he tried to coax the cub, "Can I talk to you before going to bed tonight?"

Unexpectedly, it was like a small powder keg was lit.

"It's night again! It's next time!"

Isabella raised her eyebrows and said suspiciously: "Are you trying to delay time and lie to me?"

Thinking of this, Isabella suddenly became unhappy.

She doesn't have as many twists and turns and complicated thoughts as the elves, worrying about this and that every day.

Ms. Julong's emotions have always been straightforward. Except for the aspect of food and taste, she will occasionally "beautify" her and instinctively avoid unnecessary troubles.

Other times, she couldn't learn to be tactful at all.

His temper is like a big straight mallet. If he turns against him, he will hit him with one blow.

So without giving the elf any chance to defend himself, he raised his chin and said the next sentence——

"You have to know that you will be punished for deceiving a giant dragon!"

Before Lancelot could react, the little dragon cub in his arms flicked its tail and broke away from his arms.

With a bright silver light, Isabella jumped up and jumped directly into Arthur's arms.

Lancelot's hands were empty.

There was a hint of astonishment on his face.

In the beautiful and gentle golden eyes, it seemed as if a large piece of gravel was suddenly thrown into the calm lake, breaking the peace and tranquility.

Broken gold was scattered everywhere, looking flustered and at a loss.

Are you disliked by Isabella?

"..."

Arthur and the cub in his arms looked at each other, raised their faces and squeezed out two dry laughs.

"Uh, hahaha. Senior, um..."

Facing the elf's bright golden eyes, Arthur stiffened his arms and did not dare to move, and a large drop of sweat fell from his forehead.

The cat-eyed boy wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why do family conflicts affect innocent people around? Wow woo qwq.

"Bella, you..." Arthur tried to return the hot dragon.

Normally he was happy to play with her.

Now it is obvious that the internal dispute between her and her breeder's parents has not been resolved. No matter how weak-minded he is, he cannot be cannon fodder at this time.

"Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen, I'm going to be bored to death."

Isabella was in a terrible mood.

She glanced out the window at the increasingly dark sky, with almost no light at all.

The cumulus clouds in the sky are thick and low, and the boundless polar night is like a beast secretly watching in the darkness, its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to fall into an unknown trap.

Isabella only felt that the blood vessels under the skin were beating, as if there was a random fire jumping around in the body, almost breaking free of the skin and rushing out of the body.

So annoying...

Really annoying!

At some point, a trace of pure cold silver condensed in the cub's eyes.

In the depths of those round and large animal pupils, the traces of silver occupying it became larger and larger, spreading and almost filling the entire pair of pupils.

Arthur could hardly hold down the cub that was constantly flapping in his arms, but he did not dare to use brute force to hold her down, so he was in a panic for a while.

"We can't go any further."

Lancelot and Carlos spoke at the same time.

The carriage "squeaked" and suddenly stopped.

"What?" Arthur held the cub's tail with his left hand and protected her head with his right hand to prevent her from twisting around. He took the time to look up at the two seniors.

"Bella's situation is not right. The polar night has had a great impact on her."

Carlos and Lancelot looked at each other.

The elf looked serious. He quickly collected his emotions and found that Isabella's current state was very wrong.

She was so irritable that she almost lost control. It was obviously not just a matter of getting angry with him.

"The polar night will have an impact on the orcs to a greater or lesser extent. The orcs that are closer to the light element will be less affected, and those closer to the dark element will be more likely to have their inner emotions amplified."

Carlos controlled the magic circle and turned the carriage's front.

He explained to Arthur: "I thought that the place we were going to was far away from the Lost Forest and would hardly be affected by the polar night. But this time the polar night seemed to be much more fierce than in previous years. Even I, who prefers the light, Races with a fire element also feel vaguely restless."

Senior Fox tilted his head slightly.

Two emerald eyes that should have been clear and bright now dimly lit up in the dim carriage environment. It actually looks a bit like a wild beast hunting in the wilderness, extremely cold and seemingly emotionless.

Carlos closed his eyes to calm down, and his voice returned to its usual softness and grace.

He said: "We still know too little about the dragon clan, and we have not considered the impact that changes in the environment will have on little Bella. Now we will send her back to Asberg to resettle, and I will You go to the Talsha Mountains."

Carlos glanced at the corner of the carriage.

The elf was concentrating, holding the cub in his arms, and constantly forming seals and casting spells in his hands.

The dazzling light enveloped Lancelot and the silver dragon in his arms, and his blond hair spread out, reflecting a brilliant halo under the light. The long hair moved automatically without wind, invisibly isolating the elf and the young dragon in another small space.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Carlos is also an orc and must have been affected.

Arthur is a human being, so he was the least affected among the four.

He looked at Carlos worriedly and was about to say that it would be okay if he went on the mission alone.

The red-furred fox saw through his thoughts at a glance.

His charming green eyes raised slightly, and Carlos hummed slowly, showing off his infinite charm.

The fox was dissatisfied and arrogant: "This small influence will not make me shrink back."

"Little Arthur, you look down on me Carlos too much. After all, I studied the ninth grade properly."

Arthur: "..." Oh.

But everyone in the hospital who knows you knows that you got in by hugging someone.

Carlos could understand at a glance what the boy wanted to say with all the thoughts written in his eyes.

In an instant, he became angry from embarrassment.

The head suddenly transformed into a huge red fox head in the shape of an animal, grinning with sharp teeth, as if it was about to pounce like Arthur in the next second.

Arthur quickly surrendered with his head in his arms.

While begging for mercy, he reminded: "Senior, calm down! Calm down! Control your emotions!"

Carlos' open mouth froze.

Oh yes, control your emotions.

The next second, she returned to a graceful human-shaped beauty.

He wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully and said with a smile: "Junior, we can't get mixed results every time, right?

"Now Lance has to take care of the cubs and can't get away. Naturally, it's our turn to help."

"..." Okay, you have a big mouth, you are right.