The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Last night, Francis took the topic astray. In Isabella's dizzy little head, she was thinking about why she didn't want to make Lancelot angry all night long.

If it is simply about caring about the mental health of food reserves.

——It doesn’t seem that simple.

I'm just angry, not sick.

Even if you are sick, just get treatment.

So, why?

Isabella didn't know.

A theory that was clearly applicable to me before was easily untenable after being casually asked by an outsider.

But she wanted to find a real reason, a real reason why she didn't want to make Lancelot angry.

Isabella found that her brain seemed unable to think about such a complex problem for the time being.

Forget it, let’s do the mission first.

She wanted to go home and stay home.

After counting carefully on her fingers, Isabella felt extremely sad. Because she discovered that her beautiful and domineering big tail and wings had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

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Miss Dragon now misses the sunshine on the large terrace on the roof of Lancelot's building. She misses the soft and comfortable big bed at home. She misses that she can roll from the third floor to the first floor holding her tail and rub every scale comfortably.

Isabella could suddenly understand why the old guys in her family in faraway Victro were all otakus, and would rather live with mold in a cave than come out to play.

indeed.

Only in your own home can you happily transform back into your true self, letting out your tail and wings, without being looked at differently by others.

Isabella felt sad for a while with sad thoughts. After she finished washing and climbed into bed, she suddenly remembered——

Ah, wait!

Σ(⊙▽⊙”a!

Forgot to call Lydia up to discuss the mission!

She is such a stupid dragon (scolds herself)!

-

So, Isabella woke up early the next morning and did not sleep until dark as usual.

She is also responsible!

Ms. Julong climbed out of bed happily while boasting in her heart about her excellent behavior in getting up early today.

As a result, when she went downstairs, she found that Lydia had gotten up early. Not only had she finished breakfast, she had even walked around the street and brought snacks to Isabella.

Looking at a pack of colorful candies in front of her, the hopeless Ms. Dragon silently swallowed her tears.

Isabella: "..."

Forget it, it’s better not to compete with the top student.

She is a salty fish.

Accept it.

Isabella was no longer excited, and honestly repeated to the two of them the thoughts that Lancelot told her last night.

Isabella spread out the map of the town and pointed for a while, "I looked at the map last night. There are not many buildings in the whole town that meet the height and width of floors and are similar to large warehouses."

Not being able to find a pen at hand, and being unable to leave traces with magic, Isabella simply and roughly used her pointed nails to poke large circles in several places where she thought they might be targets.

Francessi, who was standing at the table, had been listening quietly. At this moment, she smiled and said casually, "Bella, your nails are so sharp. It's not like me who can't even tear open the packaging bag sometimes. I feel like you His true form must also be very majestic and domineering, he is a powerful beast."

The rabbit boy seemed to be expressing pure emotion, his tone full of envy.

Isabella smiled and continued to draw circles without raising her head. She proudly puffed out her chest and said, "Of course, I am great -" Miss Dragon!

"boom"!

Lidya kicked him under the table.

Isabella suddenly woke up and quickly shut up.

Good guy, I almost spilled the beans!

I really get up early in the morning without getting enough sleep, and my mind gets confused easily.

She looked up at Francis guiltily and saw that the young man was smiling with crooked eyebrows and no strange expression on his face.

Quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Lydia also changed the topic at the right time, "Did Senior Lance tell you these directly?"

Isabella nodded, "Yes."

It was not the fruit of her labor. Isabella admitted frankly and confidently that she had found a cheat.

Lydia touched her chin, "Then, how should we explain in the mission summary report that we suddenly jumped from 'cave' to 'warehouse'?"

Isabella: "..." Good, good question.

There is still a mission report to write!

She retorted weakly, "Can I write that I had a sudden inspiration?"

Lydia remained silent and looked at Miss Dragon quietly with her round eyes.

When the task of the college's three-person competition was released, it was considered that some students would go to senior seniors in order to take shortcuts, or ask for some additional outside assistance to complete the task through the power of multiple people.

Therefore, the academy stipulates that every time a task is completed, each team must submit a clear and comprehensive task report, explaining the division of labor and completion of the team members, as well as how each new progress came about during the task. of.

Among them, the excuse of "a sudden inspiration" will obviously be deducted.

Lydia and Isabella sighed heavily in unison.

"But having said that," a hint of gossip flashed in Miss Maomao's eyes. Taking advantage of her height advantage, Lydia put her chin on Isabella's head affectionately and said with a smile, "I didn't expect it at all. Senior Lance I’ll turn on a small stove for you.”

"He is recognized by the college as a good student who abides by the rules and systems the most."

I don’t know if the teasing tone in Lydia’s tone was too strong, but the cheeky Isabella actually felt her cheeks getting warm.

Before she could speak, Francis picked up the map, looked at it, and suggested, "I have an idea that might rationalize our next plan."

"Hey! Say it, say it!"

Isabella immediately shifted her attention and looked at the bunny boy with bright eyes.

Francis was a little embarrassed by the fiery eyes, smiled shyly, and then continued: "It might be more troublesome for Bella."

"Oh, it's okay, just tell me!"

Isabella is not the kind of person who is coy. Except when she lies, she likes to go around in circles to make it easier for her to think.

Other times, she likes to speak her mind.

Francis said slowly, "We can pretend to be an accident and discover that this house looks ordinary, but in fact it has something special."

Isabella: "..."

Lydia: "..."

Quiet.

Isabella tugged on Lydia's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Lily, do you understand?"

Lydia replied quietly: "I didn't."

"Coincidentally, neither do I."

So, four big round eyes looked at Francis innocently and blankly, waiting for the rabbit to answer his words that no one could understand.

Francis smiled and said calmly: "Bella, do you remember the little dispute you had with a certain gentleman in the last mission?"

He was very euphemistic.

In fact, it was Isabella who beat others up.

"...Remember." Thinking of the sudden drop in the score of that mission, Isabella lowered her head in guilt.

Francis was very interested and said encouragingly: "In this mission, you can have another 'little dispute'."

"Aha-?"

Ms. Dragon had a dull look on her face.

"Oh, I understand!" Lydia's eyes lit up and her voice raised half a degree, "Senior Francis is so smart."

you understood? !

Why don't I understand.

Isabella blinked, eagerly waiting for the two top students to translate for her again.

"What Senior Francis means is that we can find a passerby, pretend that he has made you angry, and you will chase him and beat him all the way, and then - by chance, he will run into the building we want to go to."

Lydia's thinking was quick and she quickly rounded up all the logic. "Anyway, in the last mission, you already had a history of being violent and hitting people. If you do something similar this time, the college won't think it will be considered a crime." Our behavior was abrupt. As long as Bella, you don't really beat others to bruises and bruises, I believe the academy will not deduct points from us easily even if it feels there is a problem."

Lydia clenched her hands in front of her chest, thinking that the progress of completing the task was about to be greatly improved, and she wanted to raise her tail and wag it excitedly.

"Senior is so smart!"

Then, Lydia patted Isabella on the shoulder and said expectantly: "Dear little Bella, our mission depends on you!"

Isabella twitched her lips, trying to clarify herself: "...I'm not irritable, thank you!"

Lydia smiled and narrowed her eyes. The slender girl stood next to Francis. The curvature of their eyes at this time was surprisingly similar.

It gave a certain dragon lady a chill in her back.

Lidya smiled and asked: "Then do you want to do it?"

Isabella: "Do it." (No swearing.)

-

With the goals set, the detailed plan drawn up by the two smart students turned out to be very smooth.

After eliminating most of the buildings in the town, a few people locked their final target on a large, seemingly deserted house on the left side of the town, not far from the city wall.

Surrounded by dense and towering trees, there was no one around. Even the local residents of the town subconsciously avoided the nearby roads. The shade of the trees blocked the sun and blocked the eyes of people outside who wanted to go to this abandoned building to find out what was going on.

It was obviously the season approaching summer, but standing under the shade of the trees felt a bit chilly.

The three of them stood on the side of the road for a long time before a passerby walked by from a short distance away.

Francis stepped forward quickly and stopped the man under the black cloak.

"grown ups……"

Before Francis could speak, the other party hurriedly knelt on the ground, his head lowered, as if he wished he could bury himself in the soil.

The three of them were stunned.

Isabella's sharp eyes noticed that when the man on the ground was shaking, the hood on his head faintly drooped back, revealing a few strands of thick black hair.

Brunette?

She looked at Ilidia.

He whispered, "Is it a 'servant'?"

Apparently, Lydia also discovered this person's identity.

She thought for a moment, then walked forward and squatted in front of the man. With one hand behind her back, she waved towards Francis, signaling him to step back and let her negotiate.

"We don't mean any harm." Lydia spoke to the man in a low voice, deliberately removing a strand of dark brown hair to expose her cloak, and flashed it in front of his eyes.

Sure enough, the other party's trembling frequency decreased.

The man said in surprise, "Servants are not allowed to appear in the sun, how can you...?!"

Lydia followed his words: "My masters are very kind and generous and allow me to stay with them."

Lydia's voice was naturally soft, much like a servant who followed a nobleman for a long time and was not allowed to speak loudly.

Therefore, it was easy to gain that person's trust.

"Oh, my God, my God." The man raised his eyes hesitantly and glanced quickly at Isabella and Francis who were standing not far away.

Their shining white hair was particularly conspicuous.

"Your master is so generous to you."

As if he believed Lydia's words, the man under the black cloak gradually regained his composure, "My name is Mike, and I am going to be a guard at the city gate. Can you please tell your masters that I have to leave." "

"City gate guard?" Lydia was quite surprised, "The kind of city gate guard wearing strange armor?"

Mike lowered his head again, his tone was extremely humble, as if he was accustomed to his fate, "Yes, we black-haired servants can only stand up straight and answer questions from distinguished adults after we put on armor. "

Lydia was stunned.

She had never heard of this theory.

It was even stranger and crueler than the human race she lived in before, the blood theory that regarded pure-blooded humans as supreme.

But now is not the time to think about this. Lydia suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart and tried to appease Mike's uneasiness, "My master has no ill intentions and just needs a small favor from you. It won't take up too much of your time. "

When Mike heard this, he looked even more frightened and frightened.

He kept shaking his head, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "We will definitely complete what the adults have asked us to do."

"you……"

When Lidya saw him like this, she couldn't bear it.

Obviously everyone is the same existence, just with different hair colors.

Why is there such a big difference in status...

From a distance, Francis interrupted Lydia after listening to the conversation between the two.

He reminded, "Okay, Lily, the mission is urgent."

Francis did not call Lydia a classmate as usual, but followed his current role-playing identity, hinting that Lydia should drop some topics that might be irrelevant.

Lydia sobered up quickly.

Indeed, the task is urgent.

She told Mike briefly, "You can run forward along this road for a while and don't look back."

Lydia raised her hand and pointed to the winding road leading to the abandoned building.

Mike looked in her direction.

The moment she looked up, Lydia saw a flash of panic and panic in the depths of Mike's dark eyes.

The two looked at each other briefly.

In an instant, Mike lowered his head again and knelt on the ground.

"me……"

Mike's voice trembled, as if it was extremely difficult to agree to Lydia's request. But he was afraid of the presence of the two white-haired nobles behind him, so he had to agree.

"it is good."

The tone was full of heaviness and pain, as if he would die in the next second.

Isabella moved slightly.

"Brother, does that Mike know something?"

He was acting so abnormally that even Isabella could easily see that he must know that there was something special in that house.

Francis shook his head, raised his hand to hold Isabella's steps forward.

"He will definitely not say anything. Why don't we go and investigate in person."

Isabella: "..."

She raised her head and looked at Francis' side face with her big misty blue eyes.

The pure white short hair is soft and neatly placed above the eyebrow bone, revealing a clean and fair face. The young man's side face has a soft curve and is not aggressive at all.

As if aware of Isabella's eyes, Francis turned his head with a smile and asked gently: "What's the matter, Bella?"

Isabella shook her head hesitantly.

He answered honestly: "Suddenly I felt that my brother was a little different from what I imagined."

She was only thinking about the mission just now and didn't pay attention to Francis's actions. But now I think about it carefully, from when he proposed this plan, to when he guided her and Lydia to move forward step by step, to now——

They are all circuitous and full of tricks.

at this point.

It's actually somewhat similar to Lancelot.

Gentle, but not really innocent and harmless.

Will make everything happen step by step according to your plan.

But Isabella couldn't come up with such a complicated conclusion for the time being.

She simply realized that the rabbit in front of her was not as silly and sweet as she thought.