The reserve food raised is the Elf King

While sleeping at night, Lancelot had a dream.

Elves rarely dream.

Their relationship has always been very stable and indifferent, and they rarely have too many emotions and thoughts during the day. In the dead of night, they appear even more peaceful and calm in their sleep.

But Lancelot did have a dream.

During these days, his emotions were always affected by Isabella, including joy, worry and self-blame.

It is no longer the same as before, smiling gently and indifferently, like a warm breeze under the sun, invisibly keeping people away thousands of miles away.

The elf's overly intense emotional changes were all condensed into his sleep on this quiet night.

In the dream it was bright.

The plot is bizarre and confusing.

But when the dream ended and he was about to wake up, Lancelot could not clearly recall what he had dreamed last night.

The elf's handsome brows frowned slightly.

He closed his eyes, his thick and curled light-colored eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a trace of uneasiness on his face as white as jade.

There is a bit of fragile and broken beauty.

Lancelot has not yet fully woken up.

Half asleep and half awake, some fragmented dream fragments flashed through the elf's mind.

He tried his best, but couldn't catch it

What can't be grasped?

The elf tried hard to remember, trying to break away from the increasingly thick white fog in the dream.

He saw it.

It was a hand, a fair and slender hand, with metallic nail polish on the fingertips.

On her little finger, she also wore a pure gold tail ring.

The pattern seems familiar.

But for a while, Lancelot couldn't remember where he had seen this ring.

The instinct of the body is still vaguely and clearly remembered. This hand was pulled away from the fingers one by one. No matter how tightly the five fingers were squeezed together, in the end, no trace could be grasped.

Powerless.

It was as if an immovable boulder was mercilessly pressing down on his body.

The elf's light and slender legs were filled with lead stone. No matter how hard the elf struggled, he could not break free and pursue the traces that gradually faded away in the dream.

In the end, we could only resolutely let it disappear into a brilliant golden light.

金光

The half-asleep elf suddenly opened his eyes.

""

His vision was dazzled by the two golden lights that were too dazzling in front of him.

Lancelot couldn't help but squint his eyes, trying to raise his hand to block the light in front of him.

"It's already nine o'clock"

Lancelot looked at the magic clock on the wall and was a little surprised.

He rarely slept until this hour.

Getting ready to get up.

But he found that most of his body was pressed tightly by Miss Dragon's tail.

An exaggeratedly huge tail, with a strong sense of presence.

Lancelot looked at the giant dragon cub that had returned to its original form in his sleep, and smiled inaudibly.

During this time, Miss Dragon's tail grew bigger and bigger.

When they first met, Lancelot could still hold her tail with one hand and pick her up easily. Now, let alone using your hands, wrapping your arms in a circle is enough.

After she retracts her body, her tail is not only big, but also extremely heavy.

It looks soft and soft, and I thought it was just puffy, but in fact it is heavier than the purified iron.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, Isabella transforms back to her true form, and her tail suddenly becomes larger and hits the Elf's body, like a huge mountain pressing down directly. It almost feels like Lancelot's organs are about to shift.

Lancelot ""

He probably vaguely knew the reason why he couldn't move in his dream.

A weaker elf would probably be overwhelmed by this lady.

Live with a smilejg

The elf held the big tail that spanned the entire abdomen with both hands. The color of the tip of the tail became more and more pure silver, flowing with the luster of cold metallic silver.

The tail pressed against Lancelot's chest arrogantly, almost wrapping around his neck and tightening it.

The elf tried to move gently, gently

Lifted it.

Okay, this position doesn't work.

Lancelot didn't want to wake Isabella up, so he had no choice but to give up and lie flat on the bed with all four limbs spread out, letting Miss Dragon's big tail press down on him domineeringly.

Although it was heavy, the dragon's warm body temperature enveloped the elf, giving him an indescribable sense of security.

Lancelot had to admit that he was not really unable to move Isabella's tail away.

He was just a little greedy for the slightly warm temperature at this moment.

Suddenly, Lancelot thought of a question.

Isabella has grown so big, shouldn’t she sleep in the same bed with him anymore?

"It would be great if there was some way to measure the bone age of cubs." Lancelot thought to himself.

Carlos happened to be out on a mission recently, and Isabella herself seemed clueless.

As a novice mother raising cubs, Lancelot was very confused about the development of her cubs.

If you want to detect bone age

The knowledgeable and intelligent elf began to think habitually and calculate various formulas for the magic circle in his mind.

When he has free time, he plans to go to the cloud laboratory to simulate operations and create a magic circle that can achieve similar effects.

Let’s take a look at the development stage of our “huge” dragon cub.

The room was tranquil.

Time flows silently.

A breeze came from nowhere and gently blew the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The bright and bright sunshine shines in.

The sunlight refracted and scattered, and the bright spots formed by the two familiar golden lights happened to shine on Lancelot's face again.

It flashed before my eyes.

Lancelot ""

Now I can be sure that the golden light is not a virtual thing in dreams.

Under the distinct eyelashes, the golden-eyed elf blinked gently.

then.

At a glance, he saw two golden round objects looming under the floating curtains.

Irregular in shape.

It was as if a whole gold coin had been broken into two halves and then forcibly reshaped under the influence of external forces. The two small balls that turned into bumps happened to block the two holes in the glass window.

Lancelot couldn't laugh or cry, and pressed his forehead helplessly with his fingertips.

These two ugly patches are really a bit too conspicuous.

No wonder a certain dragon lady was surprisingly well-behaved last night.

It turned out that I had done something bad and felt guilty.

After a few more seconds, the hands reached exactly ten o'clock.

In the quiet room, the gentle voice of the elf sounded on time.

"Bella." Lancelot's voice was clear and clear.

Like a weightless white cloud, seemingly light but actually full of intimidation, it hit the ear of a certain dragon who was holding his breath and pretending to sleep.

"I know you're awake." So don't stay in bed.

Isabella "嘤qq"

Trying to pretend to be asleep to escape the plan, failed.

Isabella is very busy today.

She and Lydia spent the whole day running around the designated places in the academy, looking for materials and herbs needed to make potions.

For the potion making in the final assessment, Lydia, as the team leader of the two, decided to make a recovery potion.

This was just covered in the most recent course, and it was also the only time Isabella, a transfer student, had ever heard the entire process of potion making.

Although the conscientious and diligent Miss Lydia never thought that Isabella actually didn't listen to a single word.

She was thinking attentively throughout the entire class.

How to approach Professor Tinasi and successfully have a good meal.

It was already afternoon and evening was approaching.

The daylight turned from bright to dim little by little, and the setting sun hung beyond the distant clouds on the west side, casting a thin layer of light golden halo over the high white walls of the college.

Very warm.

Lydia walked beside Miss Dragon holding a long list of materials.

She bit the tip of her pen and carefully crossed out the collected materials one by one.

"There are only a few materials left." Isabella stood up on tiptoes and leaned over, holding Lidya's arm to look at the list. "Isn't it difficult to find it?"

Lydia replied quietly, "It's okay."

Ten-year-old black parchment, the latest leaves from the tops of palm trees, pebbles washed by streams for more than a year, and unicorn eggshells.

Except for the last item, the other materials are not difficult to collect.

Isabella: "Hey, I'll finish collecting and get rid of it early. I hope I can sleep in late tomorrow."

Lydia glanced at the cub and whispered, "We still have to make the potion."

Finding materials is only the most basic step for all content.

Isabella "Ugh."

She covered her face in frustration and sighed exaggeratedly, "I still have twenty pages of cheat sheets to memorize."

Lydia decided to act as a ruthless countdown alarm clock, "30 days until the final exam."

As he spoke, the thin and quiet girl raised her hand and rubbed the little girl's soft hair. His facial features remained motionless, and a hint of pleasure flashed through his big cat eyes.

Today’s dragon-playing activity 11 is completed.

Lydia carefully planned according to the path, and the remaining three items happened to be in the southwest corner of the college.

Decades ago, this location was originally planned to be a new teaching area, but later the construction was stopped due to some reasons. Now it has become an abandoned area of ​​unfinished buildings, with few people passing by on weekdays.

Therefore, there is no direct transportation to the place, and it would be time-consuming to just walk.

Fortunately, Miss Dragon owns Lancelot, a major manufacturer of magic circles. As the owner, she has therefore filled the ring with various magic circles.

Lydia took out one and activated it with magic.

The next second, a white light flashed, and the two arrived at the library in the southwest corner.

The library in the northwest corner is basically in a deserted state. There is only a caretaker at the door wearing a dark gray robe, leaning in the dark corner of the gatehouse. A big hood covers his face, revealing only a pair of old wrinkled hands.

The two handed over the crystal card and swiped the card to enter the library's courtyard.

"Ah, I saw a palm tree, is that the one?"

The task was about to be completed, and Isabella seemed particularly excited. The little girl shook her head actively and looked around with her big eyes darting.

With sharp eyes, I saw a huge palm tree in the backyard of the library. Half of the tree crown was blocked by the library wall, and the other half was bathed in the sunset. The orange-yellow warm light passes through the gaps in the leaves, scattering mottled light and shadow on the ground.

It seems ancient and lonely.

Lydia nodded, "I'll go in and get the parchment, and you can pick the leaves."

"it is good"

The two acted separately.

Isabella visually measured the height of the palm tree. Compared with the big tree next door to Arthur's house, it was nothing.

The little girl looked around and saw no one was around. She immediately rolled up her thick skirt skillfully, revealing the pumpkin pants of the same color underneath.

Just as he was about to climb up the tree, a soft and small voice happened to be heard next to him.

"Classmate, are you going to climb a tree?"

Isabella ""

Hey, wasn't there anyone nearby just now?

The author has something to say. He was notified at short notice to do nucleic acid tests in the middle of the night. There is not much to say today.

If I get back early from queuing up in the evening, I will write another update

Babies, please pay more attention to epidemic prevention

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution, I couldn’t wake up from my sleep. Did you update 1 bottle today?

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard