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"Bella, you and Senior Francis...?"

After ordering, Lidya still couldn't suppress the gossip and curiosity in her heart. She had finally held it all in, and now she took the opportunity to ask while one of the parties involved was not around.

"What's going on with you two? Last night -"

Isabella was so hungry that she took out half a gold coin from her sleeve. She looked around and saw that no one had noticed, so she quickly swallowed it in her mouth.

"Crack", the fine white and neat teeth instantly bit the gold coin into pieces.

Lydia was as quiet as a chicken for a moment.

I always have the illusion that my own neck can be bitten off so easily.

Isabella buried her head and devoured it.

She had always been careful to hide her identity in front of Francis. Details such as gold coins and gems were not normal beast food, and she would never eat them in front of him.

So I have endured it until now.

After eating two pieces in a row, Miss Julong felt that her hunger had eased a lot.

Then he waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Isn't it very common to temporarily share a room? It's not like sleeping on the same bed."

"I didn't even sleep on a bed..."

After hearing this, Lidya knew that there was indeed nothing exciting.

Most orcs have very open ideas. Even if they sleep in the same bed, there may not be any relationship.

What's more, they didn't even sleep on a bed.

Then it doesn't matter anymore.

The cat girl's heart for gossip was half extinguished, "What about you tonight?"

There's an extra Lancelot tonight.

I don’t know what was going on in her mind. Lydia’s cheeks turned red and she whispered excitedly: “Could it be that... three people sleep in the same room?”

The cute girl sleeps in the middle, with the beautiful blond elf on the left and the pure white rabbit on the right.

Ohh Ohh ohh!

——This is so exciting!

Moreover, it reminds me of the conversation between Francis and Lancelot at the door of the hotel in the morning.

Lancelot didn’t even know Francis existed!

Oh my god, what new plot is this? ? !

Could it be that Miss Dragon keeps a gentle elf at home and a caring rabbit outside?

too strong!

As expected of Isabella!

Lydia almost wanted to bite her fingers in envy.

Woo hoo hoo, she also wants to have the happiness of being hugged from left to right qwq

"Brother will find a new room tonight. There was really a special reason for last night."

"Eh——?" The tone of the voice fell and then rose.

Isabella was quite speechless.

Miss Maomao looked at her like two bright spotlights.

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Isabella pinched her face and explained the reason in a dumbfounded voice, "The polar night has a great impact on the dragon clan's mood. In addition, I have not yet entered the mature stage, so I got extremely irritable over the smallest things last night. If Francis hadn't arrived in time and calmed my emotions with the blessing of light, I would have breathed fire and eaten the hotel owner."

"Eat-?"

"Ahem," Isabella said with a guilty conscience, and quickly made up for it: "It's an exaggeration, don't mind it."

Lidya nodded and focused on the gossip again: "Oh, then you hold hands?"

"It's also to appease my emotions."

"Ah...that's what it is."

His expression was a bit disappointed.

It turned out to be such a simple reason.

Isabella held her chin and looked Lydia up and down.

The cat girl under the cloak is thin and has a quiet and expressionless face. She usually speaks very quietly, but her mind is burning all day long, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Isabella complained, "What weird things do you usually see..."

"Hehe." Lidya smiled and said nothing, "What I saw are all good things."

She shook her head regretfully, her tone as if Isabella had missed a huge treasure, "It's a pity that Senior Lance specifically told me not to allow me to show it to you."

She has a lot of exciting content privately stored, but unfortunately no one has ever shared it with her. She can only hide in the quilt and meow lonely as a little kitten.

Isabella didn't want to refuse, "I don't want to read it. I don't want to read anything with text."

"By the way, Senior Francis doesn't know that your identity is..." The remaining words were hidden under his eyes. After all, it was a busy restaurant with people coming and going. If others heard it, it would easily cause hidden dangers.

"Yes." Isabella nodded, "Except for what you already know, I don't plan to tell anyone else until I reach adulthood."

She thought about it and decided to arrange a confession with Lidya in advance, "The light energy in Francis is particularly strong. In an environment like the polar night, I would be very comfortable around him. But he only thought that my situation was It stems from the instability of adolescence. So Lily, please don’t let it slip.”

"I don't like to talk in front of strangers." Lydia pouted when she saw that Isabella didn't seem to believe her.

"But you really don't tell him? You call him brother."

Isabella looked puzzled, "I just call you brother, do you have to tell him?"

What weird logic is this.

Lydia's eyes were complicated: You are the one with strange logic.

They are so close and call each other brother, but they don't seem to have any trust in each other.

If Isabella could understand Lydia's eyes, she would probably be more confident - the dragon clan raises food and makes the food happy to ensure their delicious taste.

Rather than really thinking that they are on the same status and qualified to know the secrets of the dragons.

after all.

The status of prey and predator has never been equal.

Fortunately, Lydia didn't think too much and continued to gossip about various male and female issues: "Then if you were asked to choose between Senior Lance and Senior Francis, who would you like more?"

Isabella said without thinking, "I don't choose. Of course I want both."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired boy at the door lifted the curtain and walked in, carrying a large bag of steaming kebabs in his hand.

He smiled and asked curiously, "You want everything?"

Isabella and Lydia looked at each other with a tacit understanding and said in unison: "It's okay, we all need to eat meat."

-

Sure enough, the town got dark very early.

By the time Isabella and the three of them finished eating and left the restaurant, it was almost completely dark outside.

Most of the vendors on the street have closed their stalls and gone home. On the empty road, there are only the last group of pedestrians, hurriedly walking home.

Seeing the white-haired Isabella and Francis, someone stopped in kind and reminded: "Sir, go back to the hotel and rest quickly."

"Why, does anything strange happen at night?"

The passerby wrapped his cloak tightly around his body, hiding almost his entire face under the cloak, not wanting any trace of darkness to come into contact with his skin.

He shook his head and said quickly in a low voice: "The evil devils hide in the darkness and are the most ferocious minions of the dark devil. They are always watching in the dark and kidnapping innocent passers-by."

"Dark Demon God?"

In the territory of the light camp, this word represents a very terrifying existence.

It almost became a taboo that everyone didn't want to mention.

The passerby didn't want to say anything anymore and left in a hurry, "I'm sorry, sir. I have to go home."

All three were confused.

After just a few words of conversation, the sky turned completely dark, the surroundings were completely invisible, and there was not a single star or moon in the sky.

The whole world was as quiet as a corner abandoned by the God of Light.

Fortunately, the three of them all have orc blood and can still see clearly in the dark night.

"Do you think the missing girls we are looking for in our mission are related to the strange late-night stories of this 'Dark Demon'?"

Isabella raised her head, habitually seeking answers to questions from those around her.

But when she saw Senior Rabbit's innocent and smiling face, she remembered that this was Frances, not her Lancelot.

Isabella frowned, her mood suddenly fluctuating inexplicably.

Francis and Lydia also thought of this possibility, "Go back to the hotel and ask the boss. I hope he can give us the answer."

After returning to the hotel, Lydia did not want to have unnecessary conflicts with the residents of the town like yesterday, so she simply entered the hotel behind the two of them.

Francis was left alone, walking side by side with Isabella.

As they walked, their sleeves and robes occasionally rubbed against each other.

From the back, he looked like a tall and elegant aristocratic boy, holding his own delicate and cute little princess, jumping home in the dark.

Isabella knew nothing.

She stepped through the hotel door. The boss was not behind the counter.

Looking around, he was about to ask the hotel owner about his whereabouts when he saw two figures standing and sitting at a wine table not far from the lobby on the first floor.

Sitting sideways to her was a young man in white robe.

Although the hood on his head was not taken off, he could see the mask covering half of his face, and the lower half of his face that was not covered by the mask, with a very familiar curve of the jawline.

Unlike this morning, he didn't even recognize the elf in front of him.

Even without the smell and blond hair this time, Isabella recognized the young man under the mask as Lancelot at a glance.

After all, she was very familiar with the elf's voice.

And standing next to him, a plump and voluptuous girl wearing a red dress with thin fabrics was leaning on the edge of the wine table with a cute smile on her face, talking to him with a bright face.

That was the hotel owner's daughter, her name seemed to be Lucia.

Last night, the boss mistakenly thought that Isabella and Francis were nobles, and specially introduced Lucia to them.

The boss proudly said that his daughter is the lark of the town. She is good at playing the piano, singing and various arts. If adults are interested, they can let her perform on stage.

Lancelot raised his head slightly, his eyes under the mask seemed to be very focused, listening to the girl's words.

He nodded from time to time, with a gentle and elegant smile on his lips.

As if to encourage Lucia to continue.

Lucia was even happier, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Isabella suddenly stopped.

Lark?

Believe it or not, she can eat a hundred in one bite!

Francis, who was beside him, keenly felt the little girl's emotional fluctuations, and skillfully held her hand, preparing to calm her emotions, but saw Isabella wave his hand away.

The little girl walked across the hall aggressively and walked to the wine table.

He raised his fluffy skirt and sat next to Lancelot with a snap.

He raised his eyes and stared at Lucia with a pair of big silver-blue eyes.

She bared her snow-white silver teeth.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you tell me too?"