The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Bella?"

Lancelot looked at the angry girl beside him, with a hint of surprise on his face.

Surprised?

What's so surprising?

Do you think she ruined his chat with others? !

Isabella became even more angry. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said in a very aggressive tone: "Why, you don't want to see me?"

Miss Julong was so angry that she became a little angry.

She turned her head and stared straight at Lancelot with her bright eyes, as if he dared to say another unpleasant word, and she would immediately spit fire all over his face.

The corners of Lancelot's lips raised slightly, and he couldn't help but smile. He raised his hand and touched her head like a coaxing child.

The little girl had been running outside all day, and her already fluffy hair looked even more frizzy. The braid is also twisted and twisted, and at first glance it is not as good as when he usually takes good care of it every day.

It seemed that as soon as she left his side, she would not take good care of herself.

An indescribable feeling flashed through Lancelot's heart.

It feels like heartache, but also like an inexplicable sense of responsibility.

For example, after discovering that the baby bird wants to stay away after it grows up, the mother bird feels reluctant and loving, and only hopes that the baby will always be protected under her wings.

If only Bella could always be by his side.

He will definitely take the best care of her.

This ray of feeling quietly entangled in the elf's thoughts, and finally hid in the deepest part of his heart.

Facing Isabella's big, angry eyes, the elf had no choice but to temporarily suppress the idea of ​​combing her hair again and said, "I was just wondering who made our little Bella so angry."

"of course--"

This is no nonsense, of course it is your restless reserve food!

You can see the faint smile in the elf's eyes, and the golden eyes that are as bright as the morning sun are shining with gold, reflecting her figure. The depression in Isabella's heart was like a punctured ball, deflating little by little.

The violent emotions in my heart were calmed down.

As if being burned by the elf's focused eyes, Isabella subconsciously avoided it and turned to look at Lucia who was standing at the table.

Only then did I realize that the distance between Lucia and Lancelot was actually very far, so far that three Isabellas could fit in between them.

It's just that the dim light and shadow in the hall, coupled with the visual error from the angle just now, made Isabella mistakenly think that they were very close.

According to the preferences of Lancelot, an elf with a mysophobia, except for Isabella, no one else can easily approach him. He would only stand far away, smiling, seemingly gentle and warm, but actually out of reach.

Isabella: "..."

Oops, big oolong.

Isabella felt guilty for a moment and wanted to say something to make up for it, but her little brain with a poor vocabulary always lost track at critical moments.

"Humph╭(╯╰)╮"

Simply carry out the tsundere to the end.

Ms. Dragon frowned and declared her sovereignty again: "My dear, others should stop making decisions!"

Lucia on the side lowered her head and said nothing.

Just now she saw this noble girl with exquisite appearance coming angrily. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word.

The fear of nobles is an instinct engraved in the bones of ordinary people in small towns.

But after all, it was the young girl's age when she first fell in love. When Lucia saw Lancelot for the first time, she had a crush on the man in front of her, whose face and facial features could not be seen in full, and only his chin was mysteriously exposed.

Hearing Isabella's domineering words, Lucia couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "You are husband and wife unless you are with the adults who came with you last night..." Why are you here to steal the man she likes?

But she didn't dare to really anger the noble, so she looked at Lancelot as if to escape, hoping to continue chatting with him.

Lucia put on a warm and bright smile and asked: "Sir, do you have any questions? I will tell you everything I know."

At first, Lancelot did have something he wanted to inquire about.

The hotel owner took the initiative to recommend Lucia, saying that his daughter was the know-it-all in the town and knew all the news.

But when Lucia arrived, after two or three conversations, Lancelot realized that the news she knew was not what he wanted.

The elf smiled gently, politely but distantly, and declined: "No more questions. Thank you for helping me answer my confusion."

Lucia was disappointed, "Oh."

She couldn't help but glance behind her from the corner of her eyes. Francis was standing not far from the hall and did not come over.

He looked at Isabella again, she had the same beautiful white hair as Francis. In contrast, every strand of Lancelot's hair was completely covered under his cloak.

Since he is covering his hair with a hood, he is definitely not a white-haired nobleman.

If you are not a noble, you cannot be a couple with the white-haired girl.

Lucia felt that she still had a chance, and was about to speak to try to find some more topics.

Isabella was impatient.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, he simply grabbed Lancelot's sleeve and pulled him directly upstairs without saying a word.

Lancelot let the little girl pull him, and only slowed down after going upstairs and entering the corridor.

I couldn't help but smile and say, "Look, you're so angry. What happened?"

The elf's eyes were filled with indulgence.

He attributed all Isabella's emotional instability at the moment to the influence of the polar night.

Lancelot was familiar with all of Isabella's physical conditions and knew that she needed to eat to relieve her pain at the moment, and gold coins and diamonds were the best food.

But it happened that the small bag containing the gold coins was not on him today, so he suggested, "Let's go to your room."

Isabella was about to nod when she suddenly remembered that she and Francis were temporarily living in the same room, and their belongings were still placed on the same table.

Isabella: Σ(⊙▽⊙\"a!

The stepped foot forcibly turned in mid-air.

The little girl's voice was crisp and decisive: "No, let's go to your room!"

Lancelot didn't think much and smiled good-naturedly: "Okay."

Anyway, there are gold coins in his room, which he can also give to Isabella.

Moreover, before Lancelot went out this time, he habitually brought the big comb he used to comb Isabella's hair.

He can also comb her hair.

The elf thought to himself that he had recently learned a new hairstyle and Bella would definitely like it.

After entering the room, Isabella shook off Lancelot's hand and looked around unceremoniously for a moment to make sure there was no strange smell in the room.

——But she completely forgot that this was Lancelot's room and had nothing to do with her, Isabella.

It doesn't matter if I remember.

Miss Julong is domineering in her bones, and it is their nature to be unreasonable.

Like a master patrolling her territory, Isabella even touched the pillows on the bed twice.

Double check that there is no smell of other creatures.

Then he walked back to Lancelot.

The elf had taken off his mask and cloak, revealing Isabella's favorite blond hair.

In an instant, the sparkling blond hair fell down like a waterfall, attracting Isabella's full attention.

Even though she still couldn't smell the scent of the elf, as long as she had this beautiful blond hair, Miss Dragon said she could accept everything.

Isabella licked the corners of her lips, and the silver dark light spread in her eyes.

Tonight's feast is just around the corner.

but……

Have to wait.

Isabella skillfully hooked up a strand of hair and quietly held it between her fingertips without disturbing Lancelot.

A sweet and cheerful taste filled Miss Dragon's stomach, like a gurgling stream irrigating the dry desert.

Ah, as expected of Lancelot =3=

Eating feels really great!

Her mood completely improved, Isabella hugged the elf's arm and stayed by his side.

"What were Lance and Lucia talking about just now? They were smiling so brightly."

The girl raised her palm-sized face, looked at the elf with her big watery eyes, and said the most domineering words in an innocent tone, "You have to remember, you and I are just friends."

There was no way he could let the kittens and puppies popping out of the roadside take away the fat piece of meat that he had been staring at for several years.

"Did you hear that?" Isabella threatened fiercely.

If someone else dared to make a provocation, or like Isabella now, threatening himself without any reason, Lancelot would have used magic to beat that person to pieces.

But if it's Isabella.

Everything she said looked so cute.

The elf's eyes were soft and full of smile: "Bella, you are the only friend I have."

He will only smile brightly at you.

Isabella seemed to understand the meaning in the elf's eyes and was slightly startled.

Lancelot's eyes were so sincere that it actually made Miss Isabella, who had made countless "friends", feel inexplicably guilty.

I had to quickly change the topic.

"Then what are you asking Lucia about?"

Lancelot never hid it from Isabella, "I came here to find news about the witch."

"Witch?" Isabella tilted her head, vaguely feeling like she had heard this word somewhere.

Not in the textbook.

The existence of witches has always been tabooed on the mainland, and most people don't know the origins of witches.

"In the three-person match a few years ago, in the main city of Eisberg, I mentioned the 'witch' to you." Lancelot saw the little girl's confused face and reminded, "It's your tail. The hotel bed collapsed and you had a little temper with me..."

"Ah, okay, stop it!" Isabella has an impression, forget the dark history!

She's not really stupid, of course she remembers what she should remember.

"I know the Witch Clan, they are from the neutral camp just like me."

"There are rumors that someone has seen witches in the mountains and forests near this town recently. I want to find traces of their family, so I asked Lucia about the situation."

Although they don't have much hope, most ordinary people may never have heard of the existence of the Wu Clan throughout their lives.

But what surprised the elf was.

Lucia, no, the residents of the entire town seemed to have a very clear understanding of "witches" and even the entire witch clan.

When Lucia heard Lancelot's inquiry, without even needing him to explain what a witch was, she immediately nodded and declared that she knew the information he wanted.

Therefore, there was a subsequent conversation between the two.

But before Lucia said a few words, the elf discovered that the witch she was familiar with and the real white-haired witch he was looking for were not the same person.

"Then what did Lucia say to you?"

"She mentioned sacrifice." Lancelot's voice was a little low.

"People in the town will regularly offer sacrifices to the witch, praying that the witch will grant them blessings and make their wishes come true."

[Light the fire of life and devour the pure heart. 】

A string in Isabella's mind moved slightly, fleetingly, and then disappeared again.

The little girl held her head and thought carefully, but the sudden inspiration she had just now did not appear again.

Isabella gave up thinking and sighed: "We didn't find any clues today. After searching for a whole day, I feel like the soles of my shoes are being worn out by the stone roads in the town."

She raised her toes and dangled in front of the elf.

The beautiful little leather shoes were specially selected by the elf. The material is very good and there is no wear at all. But Isabella just wanted to look like her shoes couldn't walk, and she wanted to act coquettishly.

Originally, she thought doing tasks was quite interesting, but now that Lancelot was by her side, she just wanted to stick to his hair and never be separated for the rest of her life.

Why care about those boring tasks?

It would be nice if the mission could be completed immediately.

In this way, she would have a lot of time to stick to Lancelot.

The little girl rolled her eyes and showed a sly smile.

Isabella doesn't like to use her brain when it comes to serious issues, but when it comes to lazy fishing, if she is second, no one will dare to say first.

Don’t panic about the progress of the task card master.

Right in front of me... there happens to be an awesome cheating device.