The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Chapter 66 Sparkling Magic

When Isabella woke up early the next morning, she heard the sound of tinkering outside.

She lay carelessly on the bed with her limbs spread out, sleeping in various postures, and she also had a big tail that took up a lot of space, almost completely occupying the big bed.

She slept comfortably.

Little did he know that throughout last night, the overbearing and arrogant dragon lady only left a very narrow space for the elf on the same bed.

Isabella sat up.

It was discovered that Lancelot was no longer in the room.

There was only a faint sleep mark beside the bed, showing his pitiful state of curling up in the corner of the bed and barely falling asleep last night.

Isabella felt guilty for a second.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise outside the house.

Then it quickly returned to silence.

After a while, there was another "bang" sound.

Is this elf tearing down the house?

Ms. Dragon was a little curious.

But she didn't want to get up, so she continued to lie on the bed for a while, stroking the upturned scales on her tail in boredom.

There are a few scales growing wildly at the base of the tail, which stand out among a large area of neatly arranged silver metallic scales.

"Tsk, why do they always grow randomly?"

I don’t know if she is under the subtle influence of the obsessive-compulsive disorder spirit. Now when Isabella sees something irregular, she can’t help but want to correct it.

"Crack."

Miss Dragon didn't even blink, and simply pulled off the crooked scales.

Put it in your mouth and bite it

My food tastes bad.

He threw it casually into the corner of the storage ring, where there were many large and small scales piled up, all of which Isabella pulled off because she didn't like it.

"Boom"

There was another loud noise outside the house.

Isabella couldn't sleep at all. She rolled her huge body and pushed open the bedroom door with her big tail.

"Lance, what are you doing?"

The elf dragged a large piece of white oak stump that had not been sawed through the corridor. Under the stump were two small rollers made of magic balls to prevent the rough wood from scratching the floor.

"Did I disturb you?" Lancelot smiled sheepishly, "I'm renovating the bathroom, and the bathtub at home is a bit too small for you."

"Oh it's all right"

Didn't I just look at him a few more times last night? I came to redecorate the bathroom early this morning.

I wish I had looked more often.

Isabella secretly regretted it.

She glanced at the wood, which was several times larger than the elf, and wondered what he was going to use it for.

"Do you want me to help?" He said and raised his strong tail behind him, intending to use his tail to help the elf carry the stakes.

Lancelot refused, "The wood hasn't been polished yet, it's easy to scratch your tail."

How can it be that exaggerated?

The dragon's tail would not leave any mark when struck with an ordinary axe, and the tree in front of her was even less likely to hurt her.

Isabella's desire to win suddenly aroused.

Just when he was about to defend himself, he heard the elf say softly, "I will feel bad."

""Okay, okay.

Isabella was so elated by the elf's words that she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

The food reserve is so sweet.

I wonder if it tastes so sweet.

His eyes moved sharply to the elf's lips

Stop

It took a lot of effort to pretend to be good in front of the elf for a while, but if he offended him again now, all the hard work would be in vain.

He had no choice but to calm down and follow the elf obediently, watching him be as happy and busy as a hard-working little bee.

The elf had changed into a neat shirt today, and the cuffs were tied tightly at the crook of his arms to make it easier for him to move. Her blond hair was also tied high into a ponytail, revealing her clear and graceful jawline.

He skillfully cut and polished the large wooden piles into the shape he wanted, then reassembled them and painted them with specific materials.

He seems to enjoy the process of making it by hand.

Gradually, the shape of a huge bathtub can be seen.

Comparing the plan on the drawing, Lancelot felt very accomplished.

But Isabella found all of this troublesome.

She yawned and asked, "Lance, why don't you use a magic circle to directly create a bathtub, like Senior Carlos did in the suburbs last time."

She still remembered Carlos’ weird hot pink teapot tent, and she had never seen such a strange aesthetic.

It's really ugly.

"That's different."

The elf holding a big hammer and hammering nails stopped.

He stood up straight and looked back with a smile at the little silver dragon girl sitting beside him, obediently accompanying him.

The elf explained the principle of the magic circle: "The objects created by the magic circle are time-sensitive. The magic circle producer delivers enough energy in advance and stores it in a specific location of the magic circle. Once the energy in this magic circle is consumed, , the objects generated by it will also disappear and turn back into a blank magic circle, waiting for the magician to inject energy next time."

Isabella tilted her head, "Wouldn't that be troublesome?"

She thought of all the magic items that could be found everywhere in life.

The magic lamps on the street, the magic blackboard used by teachers to write on the blackboard during class, and the spatulas that float in mid-air and automatically stir-fry food in the restaurant. These large and small things all need to be re-injected with energy regularly.

What if I forget?

She voiced her doubts out loud.

Seeing Miss Dragon asking about knowledge related to study, even if it was trivial and common knowledge that normal people knew, Lancelot was very happy to answer her questions.

It's not at all like the gentle but distant cold feeling that I usually have when I'm outside.

The elf smiled, "Most commonly used magic tools usually require a magician to re-inject energy within one to two years. Some nobles find it troublesome and will spend a high price to customize magic tools with sufficient energy, which can maintain normal use forever during the period of use. .”

Isabella became even more confused, "Since there are magic tools that can be used for a long time, why do you have to do it yourself? Moreover, you still start from the beginning of sawing wood."

Miss Julong is most in need of money.

The word "high price" does not exist in the dictionary of the dragon clan who have countless jewelry and gold coins.

If you want something, pay for it when you're in a good mood.

When you are in a bad mood

It's not impossible to grab it directly.

"Magic cannot replace everything," Lancelot said.

Elves are naturally close to nature.

As the darlings of the light camp, most elves are loyal believers in theology, taking belief in the God of Light as their source of power.

There are few traces of magic in Pudaccino.

Most forest elves like to build houses with wood themselves. After each elf reaches adulthood, they will choose a giant tree and build their own tree house.

Lancelot is one of the few unusual fighting elf in the clan, who is proficient in all kinds of magic. But it is undeniable that he is still close to nature in essence.

Close to nature and like all handmade items.

But since the topic of magic was brought up, the elf who loves learning decided to take this opportunity to teach Isabella a lesson in advance.

"For long-lived Chinese people like you and me, any magic will disappear one day."

Speaking of the word "you and me", the elf quietly paused for a moment, then changed the word to "we" without any trace.

Our kind of Chinese race is special from many other Chinese races on the mainland because of our endless lifespan.

But it just so happens that this life with no end in sight allows us both to never have to worry about who will suddenly leave the other one one day.

Thinking of this, the elf curled his lips and felt his ears feel hot for no reason.

My heart beats fast for some reason.

He must have cut the wood too hard just now.

The elf coughed lightly and returned to the topic with a calm expression.

Continue teaching Isabella.

The elf's fingertips tapped lightly, and the tiny shimmer of light moved the parchment on the ground, swaying and floating in mid-air.

Each piece of furniture is clearly drawn on the exquisite drawings, and the specific size proportions and materials used for each component are planned in detail. These were all manuscripts drawn by the elf himself, stroke by stroke, without the aid of any magical tools.

"In many cases, magic is indeed very helpful. For example, combat magic can make fragile creatures strong enough to protect the peace of their homes; healing magic can speed up the healing of wounds and reduce unexpected loss of life; And auxiliary magic, including Carlos's various life-related magic circles, can effectively improve the convenience of our lives."

"But in the end, magic is always just a tool."

“We need to learn how to use the tools well and not rely entirely on the tools.”

Isabella was confused and didn't know what the meaning of this was.

Lancelot curled his lips and smiled.

He didn't expect Isabella, who had just started school for less than two months, to understand him immediately.

Miss Dragon's two foggy blue eyes were big and bright, staring straight at the elf. Although the expression on his face was slightly dazed, those two grape-like eyes never moved away from the elf for a moment.

Lancelot didn't know that Isabella had already been distracted and flew into the sky. He thought she was listening carefully to his lecture.

The elf looked a little shy, but he had to admit that he liked being looked at by Isabella.

Focused and bright.

It was as if he was the only one in her world.

"When the vacation is over, you will be in second grade next semester."

Lancelot walked up to Isabella and couldn't help but touch her head. His fingers traced along her forehead, covering her eyes faintly.

Isabella was a little uncomfortable with her eyes being shrouded in darkness.

Only then did she come back to her senses and blinked instinctively, "Ah"

What did the elf just say?

Isabella felt a little panicked and didn't know what to say.

There was a chuckle in his ear.

The next second, the world suddenly became brighter.

A small cluster of flames burned on the elf's graceful and slender fingertips, bright and bright, redder than the sunset in the sunset.

Isabella's eyes were involuntarily attracted.

"For every second-year student in the Mage Tower, your instructor will teach you the burning spell in the first lesson of basic magic spells."

Lancelot closed his palms slightly, and the flames on his fingertips extinguished, "Similarly, the first lesson of the second grade in the Tower of Light is to practice similar lighting magic."

He said, "Fire and light symbolize the initial hope."

The college hopes that each of its students will always be full of hope.

Only with hope can we have strength and courage to face the unknown and elusive destiny.

Even if fate is unpredictable.

But we have hope and never give up.

Volume One: In the Newborn Fire [End]

The author has something to say about the future, in some huge golden cage.

Miss Dragon tried many times and found that she could not break the magic restriction outside the cage.

He said angrily, "Just wait, your magic circle will eventually fail."

She didn't believe that he could never let her out.

The elf stood outside the cage, with gloomy eyes but a smile on his lips.

"Silly Bella, everything here was built for you with my own hands. Once you destroy it, I will rebuild it."