The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Bella, Senior Francis, are you up?"

Early in the morning, before dawn, there was a small knock on the door.

Lydia stood on the corridor holding the hem of her skirt, her hair tightly covered with a hood.

She looked around, hoping that the hotel owner wouldn't jump out at this moment and drive her downstairs.

"Squeak-"

The door opened a small crack.

Francis stood by the door, his tall figure blocking the indoor scene.

He lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong, Lidya? Bella is still sleeping, just tell me if you have anything."

"It's like this. Didn't we say we would go back to the academy today? But after I went back last night, I happened to sort out the rare herbal medicine illustrations I had collected before and found that there was a very special potion material in the mountains surrounding this town. …”

At this point, Lydia smiled sheepishly.

Frances took the herbal illustration in her hand and saw the one highlighted by a big red circle——

"Pan's Blessing".

Below are a few lines of excerpts from Lydia’s notes:

Pan's blessing is a very rare potion ingredient that grows in the soil. Plants that usually have multiple roots growing on their rhizomes. On the hottest nights of summer, they will climb out of the pit and go to the lake to drink water.

It has a very good therapeutic effect on diseases where the mind is not clear after being attacked by mental power.

When picking up tasks at the Student Affairs Center before, Lydia saw someone hoping to collect this potion material at a high price. The price tag for a small root is as high as dozens of gold coins. A whole herb, with a string of zeros directly following the purchase price number.

If you can successfully find a few mature Pan's Blessings, then Lydia may not have to worry about her living expenses in the next few years at the academy.

Spiritual healing potions have always been rare... Seeing this, Francis was also very interested in God Pan's blessing.

"Are you sure there is this herb in the mountains?"

"Well, yes." Lydia nodded quietly. She was very sure of her judgment. "After the mission was completed last night, I updated the map near this town and saw a small canyon behind the mountain on the left. It just matches the instructions on the herbal medicine manual I found in La Porte Castle."

Francis frowned slightly.

The rabbit of the Tower of Light certainly cannot resist the attraction of such herbs.

"Then I'll ask Bella after she wakes up..."

Before Francis finished speaking, there was a rustling sound of clothing material behind him.

"I woke up."

Isabella climbed out of the bed, hugged the pillow and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Francis smiled apologetically, "Did we wake you up by talking?"

It was still dark outside the window, and it was not yet the time for Isabella to wake up naturally.

"That's not it."

Miss Dragon yawned lazily and moved her nose slightly, as if she was discerning the fine odor particles in the air.

Isabella really didn't sleep well as she came back too late after completing her mission last night.

She raised her hand to rub her eyes, but did not notice that the shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped halfway down her shoulders, revealing a small section of round and white shoulders. The clavicle is slender and delicate, wrapped under the thin skin, glowing with a light pink color that just woke up, making it look particularly cute.

She yawned loudly again, she was really sleepy, "Brother, you and Lily can go pick herbs, I won't go."

"Do you want to sleep again?" Francis asked with concern.

When he turned around, he happened to see half of Isabella's shoulders exposed, but he didn't know it. He couldn't help but smile, slightly curved his eyes, walked forward quickly, and rearranged the little girl's collar.

Isabella was still awake and didn't care who was around her. In the past, Lancelot often helped her straighten her pleated skirt after she woke up. So she habitually followed Francis's strength and raised her arms to let him arrange her nightgown better.

Lydia by the door saw everything, and her chin grew slightly in surprise.

She was really more curious now about the relationship between Isabella and Francis.

wrong.

Don't forget Lancelot.

She should be curious about the triangle relationship between Isabella and these two seniors.

——There must be some big gossip to read.

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When Francis spread the quilt and planned to cover Isabella again, the little girl got out of the quilt and shook her head: "I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'm going to find Lance."

"Senior Lance? Is he still in the hotel at this time?"

The sky outside the window was dark, but this was because of the polar night, which shortened the daylight hours in the town to a very short time. In fact, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and Lancelot was probably already out to do his business.

"Yeah, he's here." Isabella said vaguely because she hadn't slept enough, her mind was dull, "I smelled him, he's nearby."

"smell?"

Lydia sniffed curiously.

But there is no special smell in the air that can make people aware of the presence of elves at once.

"Ah, so sweet...I'm so hungry, it's time to eat."

Isabella rolled on the bed holding the pillow, muttering vaguely to herself, saying a series of words that Lydia couldn't understand.

After sitting up again, he began to chase people away unceremoniously: "You guys go quickly, I'll change my clothes and go find Lance!"

Walk quickly, walk quickly, don't affect my breakfast!

Lidya was doubtful, but she thought there would be no danger if she stayed in the hotel, "Okay, okay... just pay attention to your own safety."

"..."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three brisk knocks on the door.

After Miss Dragon finished washing, she went upstairs to look for food.

Being able to eat the most delicious elf rations early in the morning, Isabella was in a great mood. While humming, she twisted her hair around with her fingers, twisting it into a curl and then loosening it without straightening it out.

Anyway, Lancelot will definitely help her comb her hair again later.

"Lance, good morning~"

After the door opened, Isabella raised her face with a smile, her eyes twinkling, looking expectantly at the elf with disheveled blond hair in front of her.

He seemed to have no plans to go out today, and was still wearing his usual casual sleeping clothes. The collar of the shirt made of satin is loose and the top two buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the slender and graceful neck and shoulders.

As the door was opened, an increasingly rich and fragrant aroma hit his face.

"Suck it-"

If she were in the restaurant at this moment, Isabella believed that she would be holding a silver knife in her left hand and a silver fork in her right hand, waiting for the meal to begin.

"Bella, haven't you returned to the academy yet?"

There were no candles lit in the room, and it was as dark as the night outside the window. The elf seemed to have not slept well, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his face was slightly pale.

"Huh?" Isabella was stunned for a moment, "How did you know we were going back today?"

But it was just a casual question.

Isabella didn't think much about it.

There was only room in her mind for food.

Isabella skipped to the bed, sat down unceremoniously, kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed, rolled into the soft quilt, and wanted to inhale the remaining scent of the elf. .

"I originally planned to leave today, but Lily wanted to pick some herbs or something, so Frances went with her."

"Did you not go?"

Lancelot possessed him and lit the candles in the room one by one.

Isabella nodded sweetly, "Well, I want to come to you even more!"

She picked up the quilt and took another whiff.

A slight doubt flashed through my heart.

The quilt was actually cold and had no smell at all.

Although I know that the body temperature of elves has always been low, but... it's so cold that it's like they haven't laid down to sleep all night.

But when she knocked on the door just now, the lights were not turned on?

"I woke up this morning and realized that the amount of medicine I brought here to suppress the smell was not enough." Lancelot said suddenly.

After lighting the last candle, he lowered his fingertips and retracted them into his sleeves. The flickering firelight projected his shadow on the wall. The hazy warm gray shadow was stretched very long by the curved corner of the wall.

Isabella's attention was attracted by the elf, and her white and tender little head emerged from the quilt.

The little girl suddenly understood and nodded, "Oh - no wonder."

No wonder there was no residual smell on the quilt. It was probably after I woke up and before going out that I realized I had no extra medicine!

This explanation is reasonable.

Isabella immediately pushed away the quilt and got up, moving to the side to leave a small amount of the bed empty. Then he raised his head with enthusiasm and looked at the elf who was still standing by the table after lighting the candles. "Lance, can you lie down with me for a while?"

At this point, the little girl suddenly laughed to herself.

Lancelot asked: "What's wrong?"

"Well, it's nothing." Isabella sniffed, smelling the sweeter and more fragrant scent on the tip of her nose. It seemed to be richer and more delicious than in the academy, attracting her attention along every pore.

She stretched out her arms and opened her arms wide, waiting for the elf who walked to the bed to pick her up.

The blond elf walked towards the candlelight, with an exquisite and beautiful face and dazzling golden eyes.

In the half-dark room, it seemed like the only center of gravity in the world.

Isabella stared at him blankly, almost forgetting what she wanted to say. She stammered for a long time, "I just think... unplanned events can happen to Lance. This is amazing."

Lancelot leaned down, touched Isabella's messy hair, and hooked a strand of long hair down her face and behind her ears.

He sighed softly.

"Even gods will make miscalculations one day."

It is said that the God of Light is merciful and has no desire. He sits high in the clouds, overlooking all living beings, and brings eternal blessings to believers.

But since the first era, the legendary gods have never appeared in the continent of Clavia, leaving only believers to pass on from generation to generation, waiting alone, unwilling to admit that they have been abandoned by the gods.

As for Hersius, who is far away from the Lost Forest, the power of the Dark Demon has become stronger several times.

Although he was suppressed time and time again by heroes of other races on the continent, he was sealed back to the distant depths of Hersius. Each time, the light camp ended in a glorious victory, but the price paid in blood often required thousands of years to repair.

Could all of this be expected by the God of Light?

Who knows.

Lancelot lowered his eyes, and a half-smile escaped from the corners of his lips.

"What's more, I'm not a god."

It is said that the elves, with their cold and gentle temperament, are the race most like the God of Light on the continent.

But in the final analysis, it’s just a likeness.

He will also have desires.

There will also be those who want something and will never let it go.

"Lance, what were you talking about just now?"

Isabella was busy pulling the elf's hair and didn't hear clearly what he just said. After taking a handful of smooth blond hair in the palm of his hand, he took the time to ask again.

Lancelot smiled slightly, his expression very gentle.

He shook his head, "Nothing."

"Oh."

Isabella nodded and asked no more questions. She was used to believing every word Lancelot said. If he said it was nothing, then it must really be nothing.

So she put aside her curiosity and continued to invite the elf to go to bed and play with her.

Seeing that the elf was standing there without moving, he didn't take the initiative to come over, but he didn't say no to refuse either.

If there is no rejection, it means there is a chance!

Isabella's confidence increased greatly. She grabbed the hem of the elf's clothes with her delicate white hands and shamelessly pulled him to the bed.

Lancelot remained silent, and finally followed Isabella's strength and gently sat on the bedside.

The exquisite pupils curved into a moonlight, and the bottom of the eyes was like deep lake water, showing a thin silver.

Silver...or gold?

Isabella frowned in confusion.

If I remember correctly, this seems to be the second time I saw Lancelot's eyes turn silver?

——Did you see it wrong?

Isabella raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, about to look again.

The elf's voice beside her ears was ethereal and ethereal, her thin lips parted slightly, extremely gentle, and it also conveyed a bit of the cold feeling of the white snow on the mountain top.

In the empty room at the moment, the elf's voice seemed to be infinitely amplified, and the distance between them was once again narrowed for no reason.

Draw closer——

How close is it?

It's like a lover whispering in your ear.

It was a pity that Miss Dragon was born with slow reactions in some aspects. She only felt itchy at the base of her ears, so she raised her hand and couldn't help but rub her ears hard.

"Bella, do you want some jelly beans?"

"Jelly beans?"

Lancelot opened his palms, and there were two small white balls in his palms, like the advanced potions usually seen in books.

"I re-refined the magic potion to hide the aura this morning. I didn't want to waste the extra materials, so I made a few jelly beans without any medicinal properties."

Isabella picked up one curiously, "What flavor is it?"

"Did you try it?"

Isabella nodded, threw it into her mouth, chewed it twice, and pondered for a moment, "It seems that she didn't eat it..."

Lancelot smiled.

He took out another one from his fingertips.

This time the jelly beans are golden.

gold.

Lancelot didn't need to say anything, Isabella directly put her face up to the elf's palm, picked it up and put it in her mouth.

A slight flick of the tongue.

Swallow it down your throat.

"!"

The little girl suddenly cheered and licked her lips: "I ate this one, it's sweet! And it's fragrant, very similar to the smell on you, Lance!"

"Is it delicious?" the elf asked with a smile.

Isabella nodded wildly, her two foggy blue eyes lit up, looking at the elf with enthusiasm and expectation.

"More!" He tried to be coquettish.

Lancelot retracted his palm and retracted it into his sleeve.

The five fingers were slightly bent without any trace, and there seemed to be a trace of slightly wet water on the palm, which was not completely dry yet.

The elf subconsciously held the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to retain the fleeting warmth just now.

He said: "I will feed you one every day from now on, okay?"