The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Bella, should we go sit on the bed?" Lancelot smiled, the dark light flowing at the bottom of his golden eyes, "I'll help you look at your mission statement, maybe I can find some clues."

"Eh? But I..."

Although it was not stated clearly in the previous agreement, usually every night before going to bed, if Lancelot took a shower and went to bed first, he would ask Isabella to change back to her original form before going to bed.

The more times it happened, Isabella would consciously abide by it and never lie next to Lancelot in human form.

But today, he actually invited her?

Isabella blinked and stared at the elf blankly. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his soft and gentle smile was like a quietly woven dream.

Miss Dragon's empty little mind has never been able to think, but in her gut... she always felt that something was a little strange.

But the elf didn't give her a chance to think too much, and took the initiative to hold Isabella's shoulders and push her to the bed.

"come quickly."

Isabella: "..."

Forget it, I don't want to.

Anyway, it's not her who suffers.

Isabella kicked off her leather shoes, climbed onto the bed with her big skirt in hand, and lay down directly on Lancelot's belly as she was most used to doing when she was in dragon form. Then his left hand skillfully pulled out a handful of blond hair and flexibly wrapped it around five fingers.

These were the daily routines she had to do every night when she was in college.

Then he took a deep breath secretly and took a big sip as usual, intending to inhale the scent of the spirit.

As a result, I didn't smell anything.

Um--?

Oh, by the way, Reserve Liang drank some strange potion today to cover up his smell.

Forget it, small problem.

As long as she has the elf's shining golden hair, Isabella can always feed herself well.

After Isabella found the most comfortable position and lay down, she took out the mission scroll from her arms and handed it up.

"Lance, please help me take a look. It's mainly about the caves on that map. We've been searching all day today, but we haven't found any traces that may be similar to caves. I really don't know what the use of this inexplicable map is. I asked many local residents, but no one mentioned that there was a missing girl in the town... In short, everything is strange."

The little girl frowned and complained about the boring task.

But after a while, no answer was heard from the elf.

The mission scroll she handed over also stopped in mid-air and was not picked up.

Isabella was confused: "Lance?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Lancelot paused for a moment, his voice still calm and soft.

He pursed his lips and tried to ignore the strange feeling coming from his abdomen.

In fact, the elf just wanted to invite Isabella to sit side by side on the bed, and had not thought about letting her lie on top of him. But Isabella had a habit of lying on top of him as soon as she got into bed. Before he could refuse, she felt her belly sink slightly, and a plush head pressed against her belly.

Lancelot: "..."

The little girl lay carelessly on top of him, her soft and slightly curly white hair spread out. Her skin was as white as fresh snow, and her eyes were also a light mist blue.

In contrast to the colors, there is only that small mouth chattering endlessly...

It is a bright and eye-catching bright red.

Soft and extremely attention-grabbing.

Like a rose in full bloom, waiting to be picked.

"Lance?" The little girl's clear voice came to his ears, seeming to wonder what he was thinking.

Yeah, what was he thinking.

Lancelot hurriedly withdrew his gaze from Isabella's face. He closed his eyes, his eyes looking a bit embarrassed and panicked.

"You are really weird today. Are you tired?" He heard Isabella murmur in a low voice, her tone full of concern for him.

Lancelot felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but smile, "No, I just haven't seen you for a long time and miss you very much."

"I miss you too." Isabella's answer was so sweet that it would make the elf's heart beat faster every time.

He even couldn't help but long for it, hoping to hear more words coming out of this beautiful bright red mouth.

What does he want to hear...

——No, I can’t think about it anymore!

The huge willpower allowed the elf to forcibly interrupt his thoughts.

Lancelot calmed down and suppressed all the complicated emotions. He tried to clear his mind from those strange and terrifying thoughts.

Avoid them, forcefully hide them all in the deepest part of your heart.

"Let me look at your map."

"Yeah!"

Isabella diligently handed over the map and happily waited for the answer from the smartest student in the college. She believed super carefully that Lancelot would be able to solve all problems!

Lancelot glanced at the map briefly, and then read their mission scroll roughly and quickly.

After closing the scroll, the elf lowered his eyes and looked at Isabella.

"Bella, I have to explain something to you." Lancelot's expression was slightly serious, hoping to explain clearly why he violated the academy's regulations to help her.

"This time I am willing to tell you the solution to the task. Considering that this town is located in the surrounding area of ​​the polar night, it will have a negative impact on your emotional and physical health. In addition, your special status cannot be directly told to the academy, so They will give you another task."

The elves are originally a very principled race, and Lancelot has extremely high standards for himself and strictly follows the rules and regulations at all times.

Now let him take the initiative to provide clues to Isabella. In his mind, this is a serious cheating behavior.

Cheating is wrong.

But if the target is Isabella...

She needs his help.

The elf sighed quietly, and the little girl lying on her back nuzzled into his arms, gradually soothing the self-blame and guilt in his heart for breaking the rules.

Isabella thanked her sweetly, "Thank you Lance, I know you are the best to me."

As long as you know.

The elf curled his lips and touched the little girl's head.

Then he spread out the map and put it in front of her eyes.

"After you have been walking for a day today, you should have noticed that most of the town is low and flat, and there are very few mountains, right?"

Although he wanted to tell her the answer, Lancelot would not directly tell her the final answer. Instead, from the perspective of a guide, he guided Isabella to think about the problem step by step.

He knew she didn't like to use her brain.

But she has to grow up. If she doesn't use her brain for anything, she will agree to anything stupidly.

It's easy to be fooled.

Isabella nodded: "Yes, it's all flat. There are no mountains at all, let alone caves."

"Then have you ever considered that maybe the cave on the map is not a real cave?"

"What do you mean?" Isabella wondered, "Didn't you say that there is no magic in this town?"

What she thought was unreal was due to magic.

"Yes, there is no magic." Lancelot did not contradict her.

Lancelot is very good at guiding Isabella to think. He knew that he needed to give Isabella appropriate recognition and encouragement to stimulate her interest in continuing to think.

"Do you remember that we once went to a large warehouse inside the college?"

"Warehouse?" Isabella tried to remember for a while.

She has a bad memory, and she always forgets issues related to food in the blink of an eye.

While Isabella was thinking, she twisted the blond hair in her hand into circles on her fingertips, and braided a few little braids for the elf.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Lancelot: "..."

Was she thinking, or was she seriously playing with his hair?

Lancelot silently pulled back his hair, sighed secretly in his heart, and decided to tell her the answer directly.

Isabella suddenly had an idea and clapped her hands together without noticing that the hair on her hands was empty.

He raised his head and looked at the elf with bright eyes, "Ah, I remember! Is it a big warehouse next to the Forbidden Forest? At that time, you said that all the food stored in it was for the animals in the Forbidden Forest, and you didn't allow me to go in and take a look. .”

Hey, sure enough!

As long as it's a food-related topic, she can always remember it.

With that said, Isabella glared at Lancelot complainingly.

"You didn't let me in at that time, how could I remember..."

The elf smiled and said nothing.

Of course, Miss Dragon cannot be allowed into the warehouse.

Lancelot personally feeds her every day, but he has very clearly seen the true appetite of Miss Dragon.

If you really let Isabella enter the warehouse where all kinds of meat are stored, it would be like putting a hungry wolf into the flock of sheep, and let her eat as she pleases.

It is estimated that the animals in the entire Forbidden Forest will starve for a month.

Lancelot brought the topic back to the mission, "In order to make it easier for the animals to get food from the warehouses of their respective races, the internal structure of the warehouse is set up in different shapes according to the environment that animals of different races are accustomed to."

"For example, the warehouse for storing food for brown bears is set up to look like a cave."

Isabella thought for a few seconds and said uncertainly: "You mean, the cave on the map might actually be a big house, with the inside of the house set up to look like a cave?"

Lancelot rubbed Isabella's head encouragingly, "Yes, Bella is so smart."

"Hehe, of course! I am the most powerful dragon lady, of course I am smart!"

Isabella was very happy to be praised by the elf. Completely ignoring the thought guidance provided by the elf in her thinking process, she immediately admitted that she was super smart.

Isabella climbed up from the elf's lap, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to recall whether there was any building in the many places she passed today that could accommodate a large cave inside.

"Well, after I said so much just now, I also have a little doubt, and I want you to help me explain it."

The gentle and ethereal voice of the elf sounded in my ears.

Isabella responded subconsciously, "Well, what's the problem?"

Lancelot smiled, his golden eyes staring intently at the little girl in front of him, "Can you explain to me why Lucia said-"

"Are you and Francesca married?"

Isabella: "..."