The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Arthur looked at her.

He showed a look of sympathy for a fellow student.

Lancelot's eyes were indifferent, and his golden eyes swept over Arthur's messy head. The traces of the dragon's tail had not yet disappeared.

Not only did Arthur know Lancelot, but Lancelot knew him too.

He indulged in magic experiments all day long and didn't care about trivial matters, and he had also heard of Arthur's name. At the end of last school year, there was even quite a disturbance in the lower grades.

only……

Lancelot recalled a match between Arthur and Arthur in the academy's duel field. The young man's body seemed to be as sharp as spikes, and his eyes were so red that they could almost bleed.

It was completely different from now, with a harmless and innocent smile, and the little cub deliberately bullied him without even fighting back.

At this time, Arthur approached the basket and opened a crack, "Bella, are you an elf?"

"?"

Isabella was bored and autistic. When she heard this outrageous statement, she was so shocked that her tail was raised.

She exaggerated in a long tone: "Oh, my dear Arthur, is there really nothing wrong with your eyesight?"

She has such big wings, such a thick tail, and is covered with fine and sharp scales, and Lancelot's soft and harmless appearance.

How does it look like the elves?

However, this cat-eyed boy has always been rough-headed and did not realize that the cub was turning around to imply that he was blind. He puffed up his chest proudly and said, "Of course, my dynamic vision is very strong."

"..."

Arthur thought his reasoning was reasonable.

In his impression, Lancelot, the ninth grade prefect, was a very powerful and special elf.

Most of the elves prefer the theology or astrology department in the Tower of Light. Only Lancelot entered the elemental magic department in the Mage Tower, and even chose the swordsmanship major in the Warrior Tower as his second major in fifth grade.

He stood out among a ferocious and warlike race.

Whether it is complex and profound theoretical courses or competitive rankings on the duel field, Lancelot, who is always an elf, firmly ranks first.

Unlike other elves, they are gentle and docile and don't like to fight or kill. Lancelot was reticent in the academy and rarely took the initiative to communicate with others.

Therefore, Arthur never thought that Lancelot, who had never lacked points for academy tasks, would be willing to take on the most troublesome and time-consuming task of being a guide.

The number of words Lancelot spoke to Isabella today almost caught up with the total number of words in the past few years.

So rounding up and making a reasonable inference, apart from Isabella and him being of the same race, what other reasons are there for him to be willing to waste his precious time?

Arthur was so proud that the hair on his head swayed.

His imagination was wide open and he continued to add: "You all have a pair of pointed ears. I remember the teacher said in class that a small number of elves also have wings when they are born."

Isabella was speechless: "...You are awesome."

Arthur's big cat eyes were sparkling. When he saw the cub praising him, he was even more excited and chirped: "Oh, by the way, you two have a very similar temperament."

"What kind of temperament?"

"Looks very gentle on the surface - ah, no, very passionate?" Arthur is indeed a cultural desert that can make the culture teacher half-dead, and his confusion of words is comparable to that of Isabella.

enthusiasm?

Lancelot, who didn't care about the conversation between the two, could not help but tilt his head.

——It seems that he wants to see if this junior goose really has some vision problems.

Isabella gritted her teeth secretly.

I have never heard of anyone finding a giant dragon gentle.

The status of the most ferocious beast in the mainland was questioned. Isabella bared her teeth and claws and was about to pounce on Arthur: "Let me show you what gentleness means-"

"Hey, hey -" Arthur nimbly and steadily dragged the cub's body, leaning his neck back to avoid her little paws calling out to him, while still saying, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Although this intuition was strange, Arthur did vaguely feel that the two people in front of him looked warm and gentle on the surface, but actually -

More indifferent than anyone else, and each has his or her own degree of indifference.

Arthur was clumsy and not good at organizing words. Before he could add anything, Isabella hit him in the face with his tail.

"Snapped--"

The world is quiet.

-

After returning to the hotel, Arthur separated from them temporarily and made an appointment to go back to school together tomorrow morning.

Lancelot placed the basket on the table in the room and sat across from her, facing her.

"Miss Bella," the elf boy carefully considered his words, "there is something I must discuss with you."

Isabella clung to him and tried to pull his hair. Like a cat standing on tiptoes and stretching out its little paws to grab the cat teasing stick.

He still responded in a perfunctory manner: "Yeah, you tell me, I agree to whatever Lance says."

Seeing that the cub did not realize the importance of the problem, Lancelot pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips and sighed softly.

And from behind, she took out the gold coins she had stolen in the basket to replace her weight when she escaped.

One by one, they were placed on the table in a leisurely manner.

"..."

Public execution?

Isabella stiffened.

With each gold coin Lancelot put down, her body became an inch stiffer.

Woo woo qaq.

I thought this matter was successfully passed.

Unexpectedly, when she went home and closed the door, Lancelot was waiting for her here with all the witnesses and evidence.

There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, so it would be better to go to Arthur to fight the landlord.

"Lance..."

Isabella glanced at the door from the corner of her eye.

If she hadn't been unable to walk and the little flying carpet had been taken away by Lancelot, she would have escaped by now.

"Miss Bella."

Lancelot pushed all the gold coins in front of her and motioned for her to put them in the ring and put them away.

He looked apologetic, "It's your first time coming to Atlantis and you are new to the things here. I didn't think carefully and just rushed on my way."

"...Aha?"

Instead of blaming, Lancelot apologized, which made Isabella feel guilty.

"I..." the cub murmured.

"In the next academic year, I will be your guide. A guide will not only bring you to the academy. If you have any confusion or need help in your life and studies, I will do my best to help you solve it."

"You don't have enough ability to protect yourself now. I need to be responsible for your safety."

The beautiful and flawless elf's face was stained with a bit of sadness.

There were ripples in those golden eyes, which made Isabella feel extremely distressed.

She bowed her head obediently and promised. She was silent for a while and sniffed: "I'm sorry Lance, I won't do this next time."

Although he ran away secretly at that time, a small part of the reason was that he was frightened by Lancelot's sudden expressionless look.

But in fact, the more reason is that Isabella is playful.

The market in Atlantis was really lively. How could she not be fascinated by the colorful world outside as a little girl who only stayed in the remote Dragon Cave after passing through books and never came out to see the world.

So she admitted her mistake honestly.

Not defending myself at all.

Lancelot: "It's not that I don't let you go out to play, I just want you to think carefully before doing things, what things should be done and what things should not be done."

As if he felt that these words were a bit harsh, Lancelot took the initiative to put his hand on Isabella's head and rubbed it gently.

"Okay, I understand." Isabella agreed obediently.

Seeing that the cub did not show any dissatisfaction or resistance, but instead rubbed his palm affectionately, the soft and friendly smile on the elf's face became more real.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed a parenting manual into his sleeve.

——"Handbook of Breeding Puppies of Mammalia and Carnivora".

It comes from a fox orc who has raised a litter of younger siblings and claims to be very experienced.

Not the same species.

The effect seems to be pretty good.

"Are you hungry after a long day? Let's go downstairs for dinner."

"Okay, just listen to Lance."

"Come back later and have a good sleep."

"Yeah, Lance said it all well."

Lancelot was completely satisfied.

Make sure again that you have found the right way to interact with your cubs.

He removed his hand from the cub's head.

Just as he was about to put her back in the basket and carry her downstairs to eat, his eyes seemed to notice something and he stopped.

He raised his hand and cast a cleaning spell on himself.

Isabella tilted her head in confusion.

I saw little bits of light twining down on those beautiful and slender fingers, and all disappeared with a "ding".

"What kind of magic is this?"

The cub opened his eyes curiously, wanting to compare the difference in Lancelot's hands before and after.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't find any difference. It was always clean, white and spotless.

"Cleaning spell." Lancelot acted as a guide seriously and answered all her questions.

"Why use this spell..."

Isabella was confused. She obviously didn't get anything dirty.

Because I need to take medicine.

Lancelot didn't explain. He stretched out his hand and lifted Isabella's big tail. In her doubtful eyes, he lifted her entire dragon upside down.

Isabella: "?"

Do, what?

From the flipped perspective, the corners of the elf's bent eyes are like two rounds of clear moonlight, so bright that they are not stained by any haze.

Isabella forgot to struggle for a moment, standing on her head and looking at the elf in a daze.

Lancelot had no choice but to gently touch a small piece of skin near the base of the cub's tail with his fingertips. The color was slightly darker than other parts. "The scales are all broken off. Don't you feel any pain?"

"Eh-?" Isabella came back to her senses, blinked, and suddenly her face turned red.

It’s not because my tail hurts, but because of this posture——

The cub was carried upside down with its limbs spread out, its pink belly completely exposed.

According to the popular concept of the orcs, cubs like to run around naked and there is no concept of wearing clothes. Especially the giant dragons, whose bodies are naturally covered with a layer of fine and dense scales, don't care about being covered by clothing.

Although the elves are not beasts, they have the same concept in this regard - they are all cubs, and there is basically no difference in their eyes.

But in Isabella's soul, a small part of the memory still belongs to the human girl in front of the book.

From a human perspective, private parts cannot be seen by others!

So...so weird!

Isabella hurriedly arched her waist and wanted to curl up into a ball, her face turned red.

"Put, let me down!"

Lancelot was startled, thinking her wound hurt, and quickly asked: "Did I hurt you?"

After being released and placed back on the table, Isabella worked hard to roll herself into a big ball, making sure that her belly was not exposed before she breathed a sigh of relief.

He glared angrily: "Humph!"

If Lancelot wasn't so good-looking, she would have called him a scumbag.

Lancelot received a big eye roll inexplicably, and Lancelot was a little confused.

He pursed his lips and felt a little embarrassed, "Miss Bella, it's not convenient for me to give you medicine if you lie down like this."

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of potion from his sleeve.

Realizing that the elf really didn't mean anything but was concerned about her wounds, Isabella quickly calmed down.

She picked up her tail and touched the area where the scales were missing, and explained: "I am in the growth period now, and it is normal for the scales to fall off and be renewed."

"Just like a baby losing its baby teeth, a snake sheds its skin."

Isabella tilted her head, trying to remember what Eric had told her before.

Lancelot suddenly realized that he had made a mistake and made a joke.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand the characteristics of the dragon clan."

The Dragon Tribe is powerful but secretive, and there is a paucity of documentation about them throughout the entire continent of Clavia.

Before Lancelot came, he browsed through the entire academy library and found only a few words of introduction. There is almost zero experience on how to raise giant dragons in their infancy.

"You are just worried about me..."

Seeing the embarrassed expression on the beautiful elf's face, Isabella felt so soft that she wished she could turn into a puddle of water and melt into his bright golden eyes.

She moved closer to Lancelot little by little, blinked her curled eyelashes, and said with a serious face: "Lance, we are friends, we should know each other better. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you your."

Isabella took the initiative to show her kindness, but her purpose was still to touch the elf's blond hair more.

Lancelot did not refuse her approach this time, and took out a small notebook and opened it to record.

Two centimeters more.

one centimeter...

Ouch, the sneak attack was successful!

I touched my hair!

It feels great qvq! ! !

Isabella was extremely satisfied.

He began to chirp about his preferences: "I feed on gold coins, followed by all kinds of meat."

“Okay, what about the leafy greens?”

The habits of the elves are just the opposite. They mainly eat a variety of vegetables and fruits, and occasionally some meat.

"Don't eat!"

Isabella said resolutely and without blinking: "I will have diarrhea if I eat green leaves!"

Really……?

Lancelot was doubtful.

Isabella held her breath until the elf really recorded that she didn't eat vegetables, and couldn't help but secretly chuckle for two seconds.

She continued pointing to some scales on the tail that were not plump in shape and said: "These dark scales on the tail renew very quickly in the juvenile stage, and the new scales that grow out will be more shiny and beautiful. But the pinkish scales on my belly will basically not fall off. , it takes ten years for that kind of scale to grow completely."

In order to give a better example, Isabella twisted for a moment, then turned over on her side, exposing the scales on her belly.

Showing off with a bit of pride: "Look, it's in this shape! It's pink and tender, with fine glitter, super beautiful, isn't it?"

Lancelot smiled, "Very beautiful."

"Then am I cute?" Isabella pressed forward, her big head arched forward.

"Yes, Miss Bella is cute."

The two of them were getting along very well now. Lancelot also relaxed and sincerely praised the little dragon cub who was waiting expectantly for his response.

Isabella nodded and continued to climb along the pole: "Then do you want to give cute little Bella a hug?"

As he spoke, he half stood up, barely supporting his body with his tail, and stretched out his two little paws for a hug.

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, "I..."

He didn't hate Isabella.

But he also really doesn't like physical contact.

Facing the cub's shining eyes, Lancelot couldn't help but feel a little softer. I couldn't bear to say my rejection anymore.

Unable to resist the cub's coquettishness, he was about to agree, but his eyes accidentally glanced at the baby dragon's waist and paused slightly.

The gap between the pink and silver scales just caught a small lock of flaxen hair.

Apparently Isabella accidentally tore it off when she was lying on Arthur's head and playing around.

other people's stuff.

Lancelot suddenly retracted his hand and smiled slightly on his lips: "It's very late today, let's go get something to eat."

Isabella didn't know why the elf suddenly changed his mind. She watched the cooked duck fly away from her mouth and asked blankly: "What about the hug?"

"Save it for next time, okay?"

Something feels wrong.

...But the dragon clan’s simple brains couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

Facing the elf's gentle golden eyes, Isabella held back her temper.

She was a little disappointed, but nodded.

"Okay, okay..."

"Then you promised to hug me next time!"