The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The next day, when Isabella woke up, there was no white-haired rabbit in the room. The floor not far away was clean, except for a note left for her by Francis on the table.

The handwriting was elegant, and it said that he would go for a walk on the streets first to check on the situation in the town, and would be back in about half an hour.

Looking at the empty room, Isabella touched her flat belly and sighed.

The old saying is true.

Early bird gets the worm.

The sleepy Miss Dragon woke up late, so she could only chew the gold coins silently.

Gold coins are delicious, but they are not as delicious as fresh, glowing rabbits.

——Yes, Isabella did not sleep holding Francis's hand last night.

She spoke boldly and unrestrainedly.

In fact, Isabella is a very principled dragon.

The dragon clan must use the most domineering dragon form to protect the food they like.

The beautiful and delicious food is kept under the dragon's sharp wings. If the despicable thief dares to covet it, the dragon's hellfire will not spare it.

Therefore, it is normal for the dragon form to lie with food, but for the human form...it's still a bit strange when you think about it.

After entering her teenage years, Isabella had never laid down with another person in her human form.

Even in the past few years, when she slept with Lancelot every night, she only turned into a small dragon before nestling in his warm embrace covered with blond hair.

Lancelot, her most delicious reserve food.

Isabella licked the gold coin crumbs between her fingers and thought slowly.

After being out for so long, I seem to miss the elves at home.

I miss his incomparable long golden hair, his delicious food aroma mixed with the freshness of mint, his gentle and considerate care, and his pair of hands that are as graceful as sculptures and very dexterous.

Wow, without Lance Elf by her side, the useless dragon lady wouldn't be able to tie her hair at all.

qwq

Isabella sighed and wore her knee-length white curly hair. She took a comb and planned to go downstairs to find Lydia to comb her hair.

The sky outside the window looked foggy. Due to the polar night, the sunlight could not shine directly through the thick clouds. The whole town was dimly lit, with street lamps shining on the streets, gradually dispelling the gloomy feeling of darkness.

She pushed open the door.

The lively and noisy noise outside rushed into my ears like running water.

The lively shouts of the market in the distance, the laughter of children running and playing on the street, and the bell on the top of the only church in the town also rang at this time.

"Boom-thump-"

Nine bells.

This is the busiest time of day in the town. The streets are crowded with pedestrians coming and going, with colorful hair and eye colors, and cheerful and relaxed smiles on their faces.

It was as if the deathly silence last night was all imagined by Isabella herself.

This town is really strange.

Isabella walked downstairs.

Francis and Lydia stood side by side at the corner of the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. The two seemed to have exchanged a wave of news.

Compared to the gorgeous and exaggerated tutu on Isabella, Lydia changed into a light knight outfit, wearing a thin cape with exquisite patterns on the outside.

According to the mission assignment, they need to play the role of foreign traveling nobles in the small town.

Lydia covered her hair with the hood of her cloak, leaving only a handful of white hair on her forehead exposed. In this case, as long as the people in the town don't take off her hat, they will no longer think of her as a "servant".

Seeing the two people discussing attentively, Isabella felt guilty for a second.

She seems to have touched the fish a bit too much.

But soon, Ms. Dragon regained her composure.

Using her brain is not her strong point!

It was agreed before the three-person team was formed for this mission that Isabella would be responsible for fighting when necessary. All the remaining activities that require brain use are left to the other two.

Francis looked up and saw the little white-haired girl carrying her skirt downstairs, with an expression on her face that seemed a little unhappy.

He paused his discussion with Lydia and walked forward to hold Isabella's hand.

Lydia, who had just heard half of it and felt that the senior's analysis was very reasonable, looked up and saw the two people's folded hands, and was stunned for a moment.

Σ(⊙▽⊙\"a!

It's only been one night, how come the relationship between these two people has improved so rapidly that they are about to hold hands when they meet? ? !

What did she miss? !

Lydia glanced at the door subconsciously.

Isabella was also stunned by the rabbit's sudden operation.

She looked down blankly at the hands held by the two of them, raised her head in confusion, and was about to ask.

A slightly hot feeling flashed across the overlapping palms.

Be the bright blessing of Francis.

Isabella: "..."

What did this rabbit want to bless her so early in the morning?

Francis looked concerned, "I saw you looked bad just now. Did the polar night affect you again?"

right.

Extreme night.

I don't know if it was because she ate too many balls of light last night, but Isabella didn't feel too anxious this morning. She almost forgot that this town was within the scope of the polar night.

Isabella shook her head, "It's okay, thank you for your concern, brother."

"That's good." Francis felt relieved.

But knowingly or not, he held Isabella's hand and never let go.

Isabella was led downstairs, and her soft little fingers were wrapped in big, warm hands.

Just as he was about to take his hand out and walk away on his own, his attention was attracted by Francis' next words.

"Lydia said that our mission scroll has been updated with new clues and a map similar to a cave has been added."

Isabella guessed, "Map? Are the missing girls hiding in the caves on the map? It shouldn't be that simple..."

Francis smiled, "Maybe, some tasks may not be as complicated as we think."

"That would be great."

Isabella naively hoped that the mission would be simpler. She didn't care about the generous rewards of the difficult mission, she only cared about whether the credits in the duel tower were completed.

Francis curled his eyes in amusement, and walked to Lydia with a calm expression, holding the little girl's head full of daydreams.

Lydia: "..."

Are they really together?

Isabella knew nothing and greeted her enthusiastically: "Good morning Lily, where is the newly discovered map? I want to see it!"

Lydia handed over the map with a calm expression, the storm still roaring in her mind.

No, no, it’s too fast! !

And if they are together, what will Senior Lance do...

"Thank you Lily baby!"

Isabella had no idea what the quiet Miss Cat was thinking. She curiously raised her magnifying glass and looked closely at the map. After taking a closer look, she saw nothing.

He had no choice but to turn around and look for Francis for help, "There isn't even a single road sign on this map. Brother, can you tell where the cave is on the map?"

"I went out and walked around in the morning, but I didn't see the appearance of the cave that matched the description in the picture."

"Hey, maybe it's outside the city-?"

"The designated location for the mission is this town. The scope of our search should be within the city and its suburbs. The mountains in the distance do not belong to this city."

"Oh...it's so hard to find qwq" the little girl muttered and complained.

Francis encouraged her gently, "Don't be discouraged. We will look carefully in the city later. Do you remember that after entering the city, we turned right directly and did not go to the left area."

"You mean, this cave might be on the left side of town?"

"..."

Lydia did not participate in the conversation between the two.

She was inexplicably worried, her throat made a silent "gurgling" sound, and she swallowed quietly.

With a pair of round cat eyes, he kept glancing at the wide street outside the gate from the corner of his eye.

At the end of the street, a tall figure wearing a white cloak gradually approached.

In front of them, a pair of white-haired men and women, one tall and one short, wearing similar palace-style aristocratic clothes, were holding hands and discussing intimately and friendly where the cave on the map might be.

This is too coincidental.

I always feel like I have something to eat.

Ahhhhh!

Will these two people fight? If they fight, will it affect her mission of the three-person competition? Ah, no, we shouldn't think about this issue. Where should she hide so as not to be embarrassed during a fight——

No, no, what is going on in her mind! !

Lydia patted her head, which was always prone to random thoughts, and couldn't help but look at Francis again.

The rabbit smiled with crooked eyebrows, beautiful facial features and gentle edges, looking particularly innocent and harmless.

In addition, he was born in Guangming Tower Theological Seminary and was born with a sacred halo. He did not look like someone who would deliberately be scheming.

Moreover, it stands to reason that Francis has never met Lancelot before.

It should, really, be a coincidence...

Lydia missed Arthur's super accurate intuition very much at this moment. She really wanted to have someone by her side to eat melon with her.

And Miss Dragon is immersed in the fun of looking at pictures and hunting for treasures.

Isabella was rarely in high spirits, actively and enthusiastically thinking about problems, and even planned to turn the map upside down to see if there would be any new discoveries.

She also holds a magnifying glass in her hand, and turning the map requires both hands.

His wrist moved.

It seems to be stuck.

Only then did she realize that Francis was still holding her hand.

"Huh, brother?"

Isabella raised their overlapping hands, shook them with a smile, and said crisply, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable now, you don't need to hold me."

"Okay..." Before Francis could finish speaking, Lydia beside him suddenly shouted louder -

"Senior Lance!"

Isabella turned her head in confusion, "Lance?"

But she looked around and didn't see the familiar and missed Jin Cancan figure.

Isabella wondered.

She turned her wrist, pulled away from Francis's hand, walked to the hotel door and looked out, "Where is Lance? Lily, are you mistaken?"

"The one in white robe under the big tree opposite!"

At this time, several large luxury carriages passed by in the middle of the road. Pedestrians on both sides of the street stopped and waited for the carriages to finish before crossing the road.

Lydia said, "I met senior Lance when I was wandering around on the road in the morning. I didn't notice him at first, but the senior took the initiative to stop me."

"Senior Lance said that he came here because he had personal matters to deal with. In order not to cause additional trouble, he used a special potion to hide his aura before entering the city."

"No wonder," Isabella suddenly realized, "I didn't even smell his scent."

The dragon's nose is very sensitive. If it weren't for the effect of the special medicine on the elf, there is no way she wouldn't be able to smell the delicious aroma of her own grain reserves even though she was only a street away.

As she said that, Miss Dragon raised her feet expectantly and couldn't wait for the long line of carriages on the road to finish before rushing over to hug her elf.

Lance, I miss you so much =3=

Woohoo, I’m so greedy, so greedy, come and let me take a bite!

But when Isabella rushed to the other side of the road with her skirt in hand and looked up at the young man in white robe standing under the tree, the enthusiastic expression on her face suddenly froze.

The young man wore a half-mask on his face, and the shadow from his hood almost completely covered his eyes.

Under the shade of the trees, the tall young man showed only a delicate chin, light lips, and skin as white as jade.

"Lan... Si?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Miss Dragon's big misty blue eyes.

She was actually a little unsure whether the young man in front of her was Lancelot.

The atmosphere was quiet for a second.

Then, Isabella heard her most familiar voice.

Cold and sensible, yet extremely gentle.

"Bella, it's me."

Isabella was relieved.

She obediently raised her head, trying to reach out from under the elf's hood and pull out his beautiful, shiny blond hair.

But the elf held his wrist.

The elf's voice was soft and endearing, and he discussed softly, "I'll play with you when I get home, okay?"

Oh, yes, Lydia said that Lance came to the town hiding his identity, so his distinctive features such as hair and eyes should not be exposed.

Isabella didn't mess around and nodded in understanding, but she couldn't help but feel empty in her heart.

It’s so frustrating to have food in front of you but not in your mouth.

Behind him, Francis also walked across the street, standing beside Isabella.

He raised his eyebrows and greeted me proactively, "Hello, Senior Lancelot."

Only then did Lancelot notice the unfamiliar face next to Isabella.

Both the boy and the girl are dressed in similar aristocratic styles, with the same silver pattern embroidered on the collar of their clothes, and even their hair is a flawless light white.

One is innocent and the other is innocent and harmless.

It seems that there is an inexplicable match.

Lancelot's eyes paused.

The sight of the two standing together in front of him seemed a bit dazzling, and the elf pursed his lips without any trace.

He did not answer Francis's words, but looked at Isabella briefly.

The elf's ethereal voice sounded faintly, "Bella, why don't you introduce your new friend to me?"

Isabella blinked.

Why does Lance's voice sound a little... unhappy?

Francis took the initiative and said with a smile, "Senior, I am Francis, a fifth-year student in the Theology Department of Guangming Tower. Bella and I have known each other for a long time. I heard Bella mention you. She said that you were her guide when she entered school. people."

"Am I her... guide?"

Lancelot seemed not to hear clearly and actually repeated the words in a low voice.

Under the mask, the corners of the elf's lips maintained an elegant upward curve, but there was a hint of stiffness in the gentleness.

Those golden eyes hidden in the shadows were calm and deep.

His eyes fell on Francis's face again.

——Same gentleness, same smile.

Are they actually "already acquainted"?

Why has he never heard Isabella mention it...