The reserve food raised is the Elf King

In the wilderness, there is no one around.

On the vast and vast plains, there was only one dark-colored carriage, speeding along the night road.

The driver who was supposed to be sitting on the carriage shaft was nowhere to be seen, only the wheels of the carriage were turning at high speed.

There were no stars in the sky tonight, and the wilderness was even darker. No one could see the big wooden pile in the middle of the road ahead of them.

The carriage drove straight past.

In an instant, the entire carriage jolted upwards and almost flew out of the middle of the road.

time of crisis.

A white and tender hand stretched out from the curtain, and its fingertips hooked the reins that controlled the direction of the carriage.

——Gently tug.

The carriage that almost derailed returned to its original position.

The carriage braked suddenly and slowed down.

"oops--"

There was a sudden clanking noise in the carriage, like cups, plates and various other scattered objects jolting off the small table inside the carriage.

"Bay! Pull!"

A depressed cry came from the roof of the car. The speaker seemed to be born with a low volume. Even if he spoke with a raised voice, he seemed to be whispering.

A black cat jumped into the carriage from the side window. A small tuft of white hair on its forehead was particularly bright in the night.

She bulged her eyes, glared angrily at the girl leaning against the door, and protested: "You told me I would drive, but you have to play. You almost threw me off the roof of the car just now!"

"Oh, unexpected surprise."

The girl readjusted the speed of the carriage, then looked back at the cat girl, reached out and rubbed the back of her round head, "I promise not to speed up again."

Under the bright night pearls in the carriage, the girl's appearance is beautiful, her skin is as white as winter snow, and her red lips are as delicate as summer flowers. She has long, slightly curly silver-white hair that falls down around her waist like a waterfall.

A pair of clear and crystal mist blue eyes, now bent into the shape of a crescent, coaxed the frightened black cat with a smile, picked her up and put her on his lap.

"It's my first time driving a car, so I'm not very skilled. I'm sorry for scaring our little baby Lily."

Lydia: "..."

Now that you know you can't drive this primitive carriage, you shouldn't run so fast.

Obviously he is no longer a child.

But I still seem to do things without considering the consequences.

But when Lydia looked at the girl with a sweet smile on her face, she silently swallowed what she wanted to say.

His mouth is always so sweet that even if you want to be deliberately stern, you can't even keep a straight face.

No wonder her elf was so controlled by this dragon lady.

Forget it, let’s hope this mission goes well!

-

It is now the last semester of the third grade, and there are only a few months left before the end of the semester, and Lydia and Isabella have not completed their duel tower credits this year——

Lydia didn't like fighting, and Isabella was just lazy and kept dragging her around the house.

She found the one-on-one competition in the same grade in the Duel Tower boring.

Out of curiosity, Isabella went to a duel before.

But Miss Dragon almost fell asleep while standing on the stage, and the mage opposite had only been able to gather his energy for a long time before finally throwing a small fireball over.

The small flame went out automatically within two seconds of touching Isabella's skin.

Not even a trace of fire was left.

What else is there to fight for?

Isabella was impatient to waste time and kicked the thin little mage off the stage.

But the credits must be completed.

Referring to the fishing experience of senior Carlos back then, Lydia and Isabella decided to find someone to hold their laps and form a three-person competition.

Lydia didn't know many people in the academy, and Arthur happened to be training outside with Sir Sorens in the Battle Tower recently, and he couldn't find a suitable thigh for a while.

Isabella immediately volunteered and assured her that she would be able to find a reliable golden thigh!

"Are you looking for Senior Lance?"

Lydia was a little hesitant. The elf senior seemed to be very busy as well.

Lancelot was supposed to graduate last year, but for some unknown reason, he applied for an extension and stayed in the academy for one more year. The college arranged a new dormitory for him, close to the cloud laboratory.

"Are you two still living together?"

"Of course. If I don't live with him, who else can I live with?"

Ms. Dragon takes it for granted.

The owner will definitely not take the initiative to leave his food.

Lidya didn't know what she was thinking, but she felt a little envious in her heart. She moved out of Arthur's house after she was in second grade.

According to normal regulations, Lancelot has completed the task of guiding the new students after his second year. Isabella has entered adolescence and does not need the personal care of a guide anymore. She should go to her own student dormitory.

But Isabella was like a piece of brown candy, stubbornly clinging to the elf.

Even when Elf moved to a new dormitory this year, she moved there with her quilt as a matter of course. She never went to the student dormitory arranged for her by the college.

"Anyway, it's not Lance."

Isabella shook her finger mysteriously, "You will know when the time comes."

So, when the three of them gathered at the gate of the college, Lydia looked at Francis standing in front of her and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"..."

She never expected that Miss Dragon would pull a rabbit from the Theology Department of Guangming Tower to form a team.

As we all know, the students in the Tower of Light are the worst at fighting.

Senior Francis smiled innocently and harmlessly, and his whole body seemed to be shining with golden light, full of bright power, which could influence the lost believers in the next second - Lydia's mood was really broken at that time.

Should the seniors stand at the front during a fight and recite prayers with compassion on their faces? ! ! !

She shouldn't believe Isabella's words!

However, there is always luck in misfortune.

Although their first task in the three-person competition was not rated high, at least it was completed with "no danger".

Moreover, the reason for the low rating was different from what Lydia thought, and had nothing to do with the senior rabbit from the Tower of Light.

It was purely because the great Miss Isabella hated evil and could not stand the annoying and stingy businessman she met during the mission.

When the businessman pretended to extort their money, he knocked out two of his front teeth with an iron fist without saying a word.

Isabella: Want to swindle money from the dragon? ? !

funny! !

At that time, neither Lydia nor Francis could restrain the rampaging girl, and it was not until she was relieved that she dared to ask someone to take the businessman to the hospital.

Lydia couldn't help but cover her forehead: "Bella, the mission says that we have to take a 'outsmart' test and get clues about the next stage of the mission from the merchants."

Isabella was wiping the dust that had accidentally caught on her skirt, thinking that when Lancelot saw her when she got home, he would probably talk about her again.

His ears twitched slightly, and he immediately grasped the key point: "What do you get for the next stage...? Oh yes, the mission clue!"

The girl lifted up her skirt, took three steps at a time to catch up with the car that was about to go to the hospital, grabbed the businessman's collar, and asked fiercely: "Tell me, clues!"

The businessman was bruised and swollen, but he refused to speak.

Isabella raised her fist again——

"I said I said it!"

Then let him go.

Lydia and Frances not far away: "..."

Okay, I barely got the clue.

As for how to get it...

cough!

But the next second mission must not be as confusing as the first one.

Otherwise, I may not be able to get enough credits for the Duel Tower this semester.

Lydia sighed and emphasized to Isabella again and again: "When we enter the town tomorrow, we will pretend to be elegant and reserved noble girls. You can't act like you did last time."

The mission clearly stated the requirements, requiring the missionaries to act as the young master and young lady of a noble family. Passing by the town, I felt the scenery was beautiful and decided to stay and play for a few days.

Their mission is to find out the secret of the girl who has been missing in the town for the past two years.

Note: During the mission, no magic is allowed, including magic spells and magic circles.

Isabella agreed: "Okay, okay."

But obviously, Miss Dragon has lost credibility with Lydia.

The cat raised its paw and emphasized: "You promise!"

Isabella: "...I promise."

Lydia was still worried. She had always been strict about studies and scores.

"No, you go and pray in front of Senior Francis."

Students who can be selected into the theology department are very rich in light energy.

Now sitting together in a carriage, Lydia could vaguely feel the extremely strong light energy in Francis. It was stronger than the energy of some of the Light Tower instructors she had seen.

Another super academic like Senior Lance?

Only then did Lydia realize that she had underestimated Francis at first.

"prayer?"

Except for some of the students in the theology department of the college who stay at the school to teach, most of them will become highly reputable theologians across the continent in the future.

They are synonymous with justice and kindness.

It also symbolizes a legal sword of supervision and restriction.

Pray in front of theologians and promise punishment if you disobey.

Under the influence of light spells, this prayer and punishment will form a contract that cannot be broken unilaterally, and those who violate the prayer will be punished.

Isabella looked confused: "That's not true..."

"Otherwise, I won't let you sleep with me tonight." Lydia said arrogantly.

She grasped the weak point of this giant dragon——

At some point, Isabella developed the habit of sleeping with something in her arms at night. When she was at home, she would transform into a smaller version of the dragon every night, pestering the elf for a hug.

Now I go out to do tasks, my arms are empty, and I feel lonely when I sleep in the middle of the night.

Only sleeping with Lidya in her arms felt more peaceful.

Lydia could only tempt her with sleep.

Otherwise, with Isabella's energy of jumping up and down and getting into trouble every day, except for Senior Lancelot who can control her, there really is nothing anyone else can do to her.

Isabella endured the humiliation and agreed: "Okay qwq"

She reluctantly moved her buttocks and sat opposite Senior Rabbit, who had been quietly watching her and Lydia playing, and clasped her hands together with a "snap".

"If I stop messing around, I will be punished by eating meat without pepper for three days."

Lydia: "???" What kind of punishment is this?

Can a contract really be formed?

Francis’s eyebrows are curved, holy and elegant. He was wearing a pale golden robe, with complicated patterns embroidered on the collar and collar, as if he was a language that only students of the Tower of Light could learn specifically.

He does look like the most loyal believer under the God of Light.

Senior Rabbit looked at the little girl in front of him who was winking at him deliberately and her actions were very cute. He tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips and nodded seriously: "God has heard your prayer."

Lydia: "..."

It turns out that God can also be blatantly partial.