The reserve food raised is the Elf King

On how an autistic cat turns into a talkative cat——

As long as she is teamed up with a time bomb that is always restless, she will be given a points deduction warning every time it explodes.

I really don’t know how many points Ms. Dragon has enough to deduct.

At the last moment before the carriage entered the town, Lydia returned to her human form, sat next to Isabella with the mission scroll, and kept emphasizing: "You can't use magic, you can't breathe fire, you can't— —”

"I know, I know!"

It is now past nine o'clock in the evening, and there are not many people queuing up at the city gate to enter the city.

Francis was sitting outside driving, negotiating with the guards guarding the city. Isabella sat in the car, lifted a small corner of the car curtain and looked outside.

Unlike major main cities with majestic city walls, this small city surrounded by mountains looks extremely simple. Even the paint on the city gate fell off, and no one repaired it.

Isabella squinted her eyes and looked above the city gate, pulled Lydia's lace sleeves, and asked in a low voice: "What is written on the city gate?"

The curved letters crawl like insects and are not common to any language on the continent.

Lydia shook her head.

She had read many books, but had never seen such writing.

"It's probably another hidden tribe. Let's be careful when entering the city. This kind of tribe usually has many special taboos."

The college's three-person competition mission likes to arrange students to strange hidden towns. This kind of task is usually difficult and restricted.

The use of any magical power is not allowed, the identity cannot be revealed, the orcs cannot change back to their original form, and must abide by the customs of the indigenous residents in the city, and a series of other requirements.

"But it's very strange," Isabella lowered the car curtain, "The city gate is open, allowing both inside and outside to come in and out at will, which means that the information is not blocked."

She asked curiously, "If people in the city went to other places, wouldn't they know about the existence of magic?"

Lydia flipped through the thin mission scroll again, "...there is no background introduction in the mission book. It seems that everything has to be learned in the city."

"……"so difficult.

If even the smart Lydia doesn't know the answer, it will be even more difficult.

The guards at the city gate did not check the inside of the car, and did not even ask them about the reason for their visit that they had prepared in advance. They just let them go.

He also enthusiastically pointed out a hotel to Francis.

"Dear sir, when you enter the city and go straight along the road on the right, you will see a building with three lanterns at the door. That is a hotel specially opened for foreign visitors."

The guard held a candlestick, the obscure light flickered on his steel helmet, and only his rough voice could be heard.

"Our town goes to sleep at sunset, and the streets are very quiet at night. Please go to bed early after entering the hotel and try to stay quiet."

Francis smiled and thanked him, then drove the carriage and set off again.

In the carriage, Isabella was muttering again: "You didn't even ask us what we were here for? I even prepared a lot of excuses!"

After riding in the carriage for so long, Isabella was really bored.

Lancelot was not around, and Frances, the spare food, was out driving again. Even though she had just eaten a pot of gold coins, she still felt uncomfortable, her stomach was empty, and she urgently needed to divert her attention.

Lydia was so noisy that her head hurt.

She was concentrating on reading the mission scroll. After arriving at the town destination, an additional prompt was updated below the mission scroll.

She took out a magnifying glass and looked carefully. It was a map of a cave.

Cave...?

Then I thought that the mission was to find the missing girl in the town.

What is the connection between the two?

Lydia thought quietly.

Isabella was still chirping: "What a strange town, and the guard is so strange. His armor is completely covered from head to toe, even his fingers are covered, only two eyes are exposed. Then if he is hungry, What should I do if I want to eat?"

Lydia: "..."

Miss Julong's curiosity is really too strong.

More curious than her cat.

After looking at the map for a long time and finding nothing, Lydia put down the scroll and sighed, helplessly looking at the idle dragon lady: "You are so curious, why don't you come and study our mission."

"……Oh."

Miss Dragon shut up.

Isabella described him as a strange guard, standing alone in the shadow under the city wall, watching the carriage gradually leaving.

The only eyes exposed from under the helmet were chaotic black. Staring closely at Francis, his pure white hair stood out in the night.

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After Francis parked the carriage in the backyard of the hotel, he returned to the lobby and saw Isabella holding up her skirt angrily, as if she was about to quarrel with others again.

Lydia couldn't stop her.

He hurriedly walked up behind Isabella, gently held her with one hand, and brought the irritable little girl into his arms.

"Who dares to touch me!"

Isabella subconsciously bumped her elbow back, trying to push the person behind her away.

His nose suddenly moved slightly.

I smelled the nice scent of the rabbit.

Then he slowly put down his hand. The tense body slowly relaxed, and her entire back leaned against Frances, absorbing the bright power that only she could feel, the rabbit senior's body.

delicious.

Isabella slowly calmed down.

"what happened?"

Seeing that he had successfully appeased Miss Dragon, Francis asked Lydia on the side.

Lydia also recovered from the inexplicable quarrel just now.

Noticing the postures of the two people in front of him, he quietly blinked his cat eyes.

Francis is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his back is always straight and straight. Viewed from the side, the petite Ms. Dragon seemed to be held entirely in his arms, relaxing her body in a trusting manner, with only a corner of the pure white silk skirt exposed.

The light in the hotel was dim, and the silver in Isabella's long hair was not obvious. Standing next to Francis with short white hair, both of them looked like they were carved by the gods themselves, and their facial features were exquisite.

There is an inexplicable feeling that they match each other very well.

The two of them are so close, does Senior Lance know...

A thought suddenly flashed through Lydia's mind.

Then quickly come to his senses.

Business matters.

Stop gossiping and stuff, mission credits are the most important thing!

Lydia: "The hotel owner said I can't stay because my hair is black."

Before he finished speaking, the hotel owner squeezed in front of Francis and Isabella.

The skinny boss looked frightened and stammered in explanation: "Dear adults, this is not a deliberate attempt to embarrass everyone, but servants are indeed not allowed to stay in our hotel. They have other places to live."

Isabella frowned, a trace of impatience flashed in her cold silver eyes: "I have told you, Lidya is not a servant, she is our friend."

The hotel owner was puzzled: "How can a servant become friends with high-status adults?"

Seeing that Miss Dragon was about to quarrel with him again, Francis quickly held Isabella's arm, slid it down to face her palm, and squeezed five fingers between her fingers.

Under the wide sleeves of the robe, the two of them held each other's fingers.

The next second, a light golden shimmer invisible to outsiders fell from Francis's palm into Isabella's palm, blowing past like a warm breeze, instantly sweeping away the growing boredom in the girl's heart.

This is a type of blessing magic practiced by Guangming Tower, which can dispel negative emotions in the heart.

In every area of ​​the light camp, everyone believes in the rule of the God of Light and prays to the great God of Light to bless them. Therefore, when the three-person academy competition encounters a mission like this one and comes to a primitive closed town, it will only stipulate that the use of magic is not allowed, and there is no ban on light magic.

But Francis didn't yet know how much the townspeople knew about divine magic. He had no choice but to cover up with his sleeves and fingers, and quietly conveyed his blessing to Isabella.

"Bella, leave it to me, okay?" Frances whispered in her ear.

Isabella blinked, and her clear eyes returned to the beautiful misty blue color.

She looked around blankly, nodded, and said no more.

Francis's eyes were crooked, looking kind and kind, and very convincing: "You are indeed mistaken. This lady is not a servant, she is a friend of ours."

But after the hotel owner heard this, his expression became even more frightened, and he almost dropped his head to the ground when he bent down and bowed.

"No, no, no, you are a noble man, how can you use honorific titles to us untouchables."

He raised his head and looked at Frances, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "Black hair is a trace left by the devil's contamination. You can only be a slave for life, hiding in a dark place and not allowed to see the sun. You and this lady have the most beautiful things." Brilliant white hair is a treasure given by the great God.”

The boss's voice was low, and his tone seemed to be full of endless enthusiasm for his beliefs. It seems that if the other party dares to refute him, he would rather fight to defend his concept of god.

This was why Isabella had a quarrel with him just now.

Francis paused for a moment.

Feeling that Isabella wanted to argue in her arms, the two of them held hands that were not separated, and their fingertips gently brushed the back of her hand to comfort her again.

He is a student in the Department of Theology. The professor mentioned in the previous class that from the late Second Era to the present, with the complete disappearance of the gods in the continent of Clavia, the belief of some tribes in the God of Light has not decreased but has increased, and even seems to be somewhat Too paranoid.

Like this one, belief in the God of Light has given rise to another set of rules. Although it seems extremely absurd to outsiders, they are determined to defend the supreme god in their hearts.

Considering the task, you can't do it forcefully.

Francis continued with a smile, "Boss, we are new here, and we may have been a little too anxious just now. But if you look carefully, the hair of the lady next to us is indeed not black, but a darker brown."

"Brown, brown?"

The candlelight in the hotel is dim, and it is indeed easy to see the subtle color differences.

"Yes, yes!" Isabella nodded, increasing her credibility, "And her bangs are still white!"

The hotel owner was skeptical and even walked up to Lydia holding a candlestick to check.

After a while, he said, "It seems like this..."

Seeing him let go, Isabella's eyes suddenly lit up and she raised her head to look at Francis.

Francis is great!

Why does she only think about solving problems with violenceqwq

Isabella reflected on herself.

Except for the delicious food that deserves her personal coaxing, when she encounters something annoying, Miss Dragon’s little head seems to only have fights.

After a beating, she would not believe that the other party was disobedient.

If he dares to disobey, she will eat him!

The hotel owner hesitated and still didn't want to let Lydia in. "Brown hair...brown hair can barely be considered a commoner. My hotel rarely accepts commoners."

"you!"

When Isabella heard this, her temper became angry again.

Francis quickly pressed her down again, and the hand around her shoulders completely pulled her into his arms.

Isabella: "..."

She lost her temper again.

Being up close and personal with a creature of light, although not as effective as Lancelot, can still make you feel happy.

The hotel owner was so frightened by Isabella that he shrank his neck and whispered, "I can arrange a room for her downstairs, and the adults will live upstairs. Is that okay?"

Lidya agreed first, "Yes, please."

Instead of continuing to argue with this stubborn native, you should just follow his lead. Anyway, Lydia didn't really care where she slept, she just wanted to get high scores on the mission.

The hotel owner ran all the way and came back with two keys.

He handed a handful to Lidya in a perfunctory manner, "You can look for it on the first floor according to the house number."

Then he handed the other key to Francis respectfully, bowed and walked half way in front, "Dear adults, please follow me."

Isabella was surprised: "Why is there only one key?"

The hotel owner looked like he was taking it for granted.

Now that the atmosphere was gradually relaxing, he even winked quietly at the two of them, thinking that the young couple was shy and embarrassed.

He flattered her unnecessarily: "Of course, miss. I have been running hotels for so many years, and I have never met a couple that is so well matched between your husband and you."

"I..." Isabella was confused and wanted to defend their relationship.

Suddenly, someone pinched his finger gently.

Isabella lowered her head and realized that Francis had not let go of her hand.

The two men's sleeves were connected together, and they wore similar styles of gorgeous aristocratic outfits.

A bit like a couple indeed.

But this is too outrageous.

Isabella is a principled dragon.

Although she loves to lie and deceive people, she deceives the food in captivity into treating her as a friend.

But at the end of the day, food is food.

She subconsciously twisted her arms, trying to get rid of Francis's hand.

"Please lead the way." Francis said to the hotel owner.

Under the sleeves, Rabbit's seemingly slender fingertips exerted slight force, preventing Isabella from throwing away his hand.

He leaned close to the little girl's ear and whispered, "Listen to me first, and I'll explain it to you later."