The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Chapter 84 Glittery Scales

Isabella slept soundly.

I also had a very real dream.

In the dream, she bumped into a huge cake, and her nose was filled with elf-flavored golden coin cakes, with the fresh and sweet aroma unique to Lancelot.

Ouch, he rolled up a piece of cake with his tail and put it in his mouth.

Ah, delicious.

ow-woo-

Another big mouthful.

After eating hard, her belly became round and bulging, and Isabella reluctantly let go of her tail and licked her lips until they were shiny.

What a magical dayb(￣▽￣)d

Wandering in the glittering "cake dream", the fat silver dragon waved her little wings and jumped around, her mind filled with happy rainbow bubbles.

suddenly.

"click".

The bubble burst.

An inexplicable coldness rose from behind, scaring Ms. Dragon so much that she shuddered and quickly covered her face with her wings.

After the chill subsided, Isabella poked her head out again, and was disappointed and shocked to find...that her cake was gone.

(wДw)!

What a big cake!

Her splendid and resplendent egg filled with gold coins! cake! Woolen cloth! ! ! !

Isabella sighed sadly.

Almost cried out loud.

"Ah wuwu...brother, my cake is gone, my gold coin cake."

Isabella groaned, shouting Eric's name, and murmuring, "Brother, I want to eat cake qwq... No, I don't eat the princess."

When Isabella had just hatched out of her shell and had not yet accepted that she had turned into a big-headed dragon, Eric was very concerned about the cub's health and racked his brains to get Isabella to eat more.

He once melted gold coins into beautiful little cakes, cute little rabbits, and even clumsy tortoise dolls, coaxing Isabella to eat them.

Later, when the cub finally tasted the deliciousness of the gold coins, the impatient dragon lady never bothered to mess with the shape of the food, and just gnawed down the gold coins every time.

I have never eaten gold coins in the shape of small cakes again.

A wave of homesickness swept over her, and with the cake gone, Isabella became even more sad and almost cried.

"Bella?"

A familiar voice came to my ears, passing through the illusory dream world and coming from a very far away place, echoing ethereally in my mind.

"……Well?"

Isabella opened her eyes drowsily.

The light of the magic lamp on the ceiling was dimmed by the elves, much darker than the golden scene in the dream. When Isabella opened her eyes, there was still a dark color that was not suitable for the environment.

The beast's pupil stood up into a thin line, and the entire pupil was like a glass ball filled with mercury, sharply exposing the cold-blooded and ruthless nature of the ferocious beast clan.

Isabella buried her head in the pillow and blinked.

The hazy water mist slowly covered the pupils from bottom to top, and the eyes turned back to a light mist blue.

"Lance?" The little girl's voice was soft and somewhat doubtful.

The elf bent half of his body and knelt on the bed. The upper body was half parallel to the bed, the face was very close, one hand was on the side of the pillow, and the wrist was almost touching the top of Isabella's head.

The gentle breath sprayed on the side of the ear, the same aroma as the huge gold coin cake in the dream.

Miss Dragon sniffed and curled the elf's long hair with her tail, "What are you doing, Lance?"

Due to the keen intuition of the orcs, Isabella was a little uncomfortable with the current posture of the two. It's like being completely imprisoned in a small corner, and even breathing can only melt in this small space.

Ms. Dragon, who disliked restraint, frowned subconsciously.

With a slight movement, the top of his head accidentally hit the elf's cool wrist.

The bones are not thick, as if they will break if you bend them lightly, but they contain amazing strength. It rests firmly on the top of your head, like a mountain that cannot be easily shaken.

There was silence in the room.

When she didn't get a response from Lancelot, Isabella hesitated, then tentatively stretched out her tail and slowly upwards, wanting to touch the elf's hair spread out on the bed.

The person in front of him suddenly stood up.

It was empty in front of me.

Isabella was stunned, her expression even more confused.

"..." What on earth is Lancelot doing? It's weird.

The elf sat down on the bed again.

His fingers gently brushed against the corners of the dragon's eyes, and his fingertips paused slightly.

There is a slightly wet feeling.

"Bella, did you just have a nightmare?"

"what?"

Isabella blinked in confusion and raised her hand to touch the corners of her eyes.

It really feels wet to the touch.

Instantly shocked.

She was so greedy for cake that she cried? ? !

What an outrageous dream this is.

Never tell anyone, not even Lancelot.

It’s really embarrassing to the dragon qwq

"No." Isabella denied flatly.

The elf's voice was very soft, making people unconsciously want to relax and answer his question without any precautions, "Then what did you dream about just now?"

But Isabella was surprisingly determined this time.

"Nothing! No dreaming!"

"Is it……"

Lancelot didn't ask any more questions.

He lowered his eyes, and a thin layer of ice slowly filled his eyes.

Why, lie to him?

I clearly heard her calling her brother in her sleep, twice in a row, and there was still aftertaste in her eyes after she woke up. But when he asked, he denied it.

Did you dream about doing something interesting with Frances?

How fun is that?

Enough to laugh to tears in my dreams.

Yes, Lancelot knew that Isabella must have had an extremely sweet dream. After all, in her sleep, her smile was as bright as a flower, and her sleep-talking voice was as sweet as honey.

But when I wake up——

When he saw that the person in front of him was him, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The elf's eyes were sharp and he could clearly see the disappointment in Isabella's eyes. He couldn't help but wonder, was she disappointed because the person she saw was not the person she wanted in her dream?

Not wanting to think any further, Lancelot stood up suddenly.

"I go out for a while."

When the elf returned to the room again, it was already late in the morning.

"Lance, are you done?"

Isabella did not sleep. She sat on the bedside for a while, looking eagerly at the elf who opened the door and entered.

Lancelot was a little surprised, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Isabella lay obediently on the bed, with only a round dragon head exposed.

She smiled sweetly and said, "I want to sleep with you when you come back."

The elf didn't smile as she expected, and whispered noncommittally, "Really?"

Isabella felt guilty for a second: "..."

It's true that I wasn't waiting for him to come back. I slept all afternoon during the day and couldn't sleep at night. But such words must not be said directly to the elf, so Isabella had to change the subject tactfully.

"How did today's experiment go?"

The little girl's eyes followed Lancelot's movement, and her bright eyes were extremely focused.

"Is it not going well? I feel like Lance is in a bit of a low mood today." The little girl crawled out of the quilt, dragged her tail to the bedside, and looked at the elf with dazzling eyes.

He continued to encourage and encourage him thoughtfully: "Although I don't know what experiment Lance is doing, you are the most powerful being in my eyes. I believe there will be no problems that will stump you! It's just an experiment, take your time. That’s fine, no big deal…”

Isabella hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the elf looked really depressed today, she simply felt heartbroken——

He raised his chest and raised his head with a confident and encouraging expression, "At worst, I will accompany you to study the magic circle in the laboratory this summer! I don't believe it. Without the combined efforts of you and me, there is nothing we can't do!"

- Strange.

Just coaxing the elves.

Isabella clearly remembered the first time she entered the academy in front of Dean Green. When she heard that she also had the same authorized key to the cloud laboratory, the elf showed resistance and discomfort.

Coupled with the years of homework tutoring, Lancelot was well aware of Isabella's learning level and had never taken the initiative to invite Isabella to the cloud laboratory.

Therefore, she can confidently and reasonably infer!

Lancelot will definitely not let her go to the cloud laboratory to cause trouble!

Anyway, there is no money for bragging. What Isabella is best at is saying nice things to coax the elves.

After all, I was so happy that I went to bed.

Otherwise, having a cold face all the time will also affect the taste of food.

Lancelot: "..."

Just as he reached out to touch the small crystal bottle in his sleeve, he heard the little girl's warm and caring words, and the sincere emotion shining in his clear eyes did not seem to be fake.

There was a slight pause in the movement.

He soon returned to his natural state, took out the crystal bottle and poured two golden jelly beans out.

He lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the jelly beans in the center of his palm.

The golden outer shell still had a hint of heat, as if it had just been made and was taken out of the crucible before it had time to cool down.

"Hey, do you want to take two pills today?"

Isabella's attention was attracted by the sparkling gold. She sniffed and stretched out her hand to take the jelly beans.

The usual routine is to only eat one golden jelly bean and one white jelly bean every day.

The golden jelly beans are delicious. Eating two of them today is equivalent to a snack. Of course, Isabella will not refuse.

"Not an experiment."

As if he was slow to react, Lancelot only now responded to Isabella's question.

Her excellent memory clearly imprinted every word the little girl just said in her mind, like a small spark being ignited, gradually dispelling the darkness brewing in her heart.

So, when Isabella came to grab the jelly beans without any precautions, the elf subconsciously took a step back.

The palms of the hands are slightly closed.

Isabella: "?"

Food suddenly disappears.

Isabella opened her mouth in confusion.

Unknown □□spirit's reaction.

She recalled what the elf said just now, and tentatively continued following his words, "Isn't it because of the experiment?"

"Well, no."

Lancelot said quietly.

Isabella also lowered her voice, "What's that for?"

The elf stopped talking again.

Isabella hooked the elf's other hand hanging by his sleeve, closed her sharp nails with her little claws, hooked his little finger, and shook it affectionately.

"Tell me, Lance~ There are no secrets between the two of us. If you have anything unhappy, you can tell me."

Lancelot raised his eyes and looked at Isabella quietly.

No secret?

Then she didn't tell him what she had dreamed about just now.

The expression in the golden eyes was complicated, but the ice in the deepest part couldn't help but melted quietly and gradually due to the little girl's soft and coquettish voice.

Isabella was confused by the elf's eyes.

"Lance?"

Forget it, there's no point arguing with a stupid dragon that doesn't understand anything.

She didn't even know why she was angry.

Thinking of this, Lancelot closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes returned to their former gentleness and warmth, gradually warming up and returning to the look Isabella was most familiar with.

He said softly, "I'm just a little worried about you. I didn't find you when I went home at night, and I asked your classmates, and they all said they didn't see you. I was a little anxious at the moment, and maybe I didn't look good."

"Didn't find me?" Isabella tilted her head, "But I'm not sleeping on the bed -"

Oh no.

She remembered that when she got home, she flipped through Eric's notebook. After reading the draft in a hurry, she fell asleep directly on the balcony.

Don't blame her.

The main reason is that the sunshine this afternoon is too comfortable.

Isabella scratched the back of her head in embarrassment, feeling a little embarrassed when she saw that the elf was so worried about her.

She is very aware of her racial characteristics. After transforming back into the original form of a dragon, if she does not leave scent memories for her companions in advance, she will automatically become invisible.

No one can find her unless she shows up.

Looking at the slightly pale face of the elf, Isabella crossed her fingers, her heart softened, and she couldn't help but tell him this characteristic of the dragon clan.

After listening to Isabella's explanation, Lancelot did not smile as she thought, but became quiet again.

After a while, she heard the ethereal and dreamlike voice of the elf, "What should I do if you don't have time to leave your scent and I can't find you?"

The elf lowered his face slightly, with waterfall-like blond hair flowing down his graceful side face. Under the dim moonlight at night, it exuded a bright and flawless radiance.

But the expression on his face was slightly sad, like a piece of crumbling jade, which made Miss Julong feel distressed.

She racked her brains and thought for a while.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"I have a solution!"

Lancelot looked over silently.

Isabella jumped out of bed, ran to the dressing table dragging her big tail, jumped on the chair and rummaged around, and found the sweatshirt that Eric gave her from the inner pocket of the tutu she took off. Large gold ring.

Then he continued to dig around in the ring.

"found it!"

Isabella raised her head excitedly, stretched out her right hand and handed it to the elf.

Lancelot walked up to her and didn't immediately pay attention to what she was holding in her paws. Instead, he knelt on one knee, picked up the small slippers beside the bed, and gently put them on her.

The elf's graceful brows frowned slightly, and he said without reproach in his tone, "I've reminded you so many times, there is no carpet in the house in the summer, the ground will be cold, you have to remember to wear shoes."

Isabella laughed twice, trying to fish in troubled waters and not take up the topic.

There is no dragon in the world that can wear shoes.

Lancelot is so careless.

But in today's atmosphere, no matter how stupid Isabella is, she will not refute the elf's words.

She excitedly extended her paws to the elf again, and said coquettishly and show off: "Take a look, Lance!"

Lancelot looked at her palm calmly.

A piece the size of a palm, with an edge as sharp as a knife, a smooth and full surface, and a pure silver...scale?

"What is this?" Lancelot looked stunned.

"My scales!"

Isabella shook her tail and tried to recall it, but her memory was too long. She randomly picked one from the pile of scales in her ring. She really couldn't remember which part of her body it belonged to. parts of the scales.

I could only make nonsense, "This is the scale that was closest to my heart when I was a child. I accidentally broke it off before, so I kept it in the ring."

As he spoke, he raised his scales and made a gesture on his chest.

Isabella noticed with keen eyes that the scales on her chest were much whiter than the ones on her hands. She quickly put down the scales with quick eyes and hands, and made an excuse with a dry smile, "Ahem... maybe it's because I have grown up recently, and the color of the scales has also changed. .Haha, don’t care about these details.”

"Anyway!"

Under the gaze of Lancelot's slightly dazed golden eyes, Isabella gave him the scales on her hand and pushed them into the elf's arms.

"You take this scale. If you sometimes can't find me, just burn the edge of the scale with fire. It will tell you my approximate location and guide you to find me."

Isabella bent her eyes happily, with an expression that said "the problem has been solved perfectly", and said proudly, "In this case, you don't have to worry about not being able to find me!"

"..."

After performing excitedly for a long time, the elf on the other side still looked stupid.

Isabella sighed helplessly, thinking quietly in her heart: The elf was so unexpectedly stupid today.

However, it is rare to see Lancelot in a daze.

So cute.

Isabella decided to go into more detail.

"I'll give you an example, like this-"

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver light flashed past the elf's eyes. With extremely quick reactions, he disappeared out of the nearby window before he could catch the silver light.

Lancelot's face looked panicked, "Bella?"

There was nothing outside the window, not a trace of Isabella's breath.

The elf's expression became even more panicked. Just as he was about to go downstairs to search in the garden, he heard the crisp voice of the dragon lady, "If you can't find me, just light a fire and roast the scales! What a fool."

Only then did Lancelot turn his gaze to the scales placed casually by Isabella on the table.

He used magic to light a small wisp of flame at his fingertips, and tentatively moved it to the lower edge of the silver scales. He was afraid that the scales would be burned, so he did not dare to actually let the flames touch the scales.

"Oh, you can just bake it. How can the dragon's scales be damaged so easily?" Isabella said. Compared to Lancelot's cautious and cautious look, she didn't understand the elf's timidity at all. .

Lancelot was certainly not timid.

He just didn't want to hurt Isabella at all.

Even the scales that have fallen off.

But he still followed Isabella's urging and moved the flame to the corners of the scales.

The next second, Isabella's breath reappeared in the air.

He looked up and saw the little girl lying on the edge of the window, her silver-white plump and beautiful big tail hanging down the window sill, dangling leisurely in the air.

Isabella got up and said with a smile: "These are the scales of a giant dragon. We, the dragon clan, rarely give anything we own to others, so you should keep it well."

Lancelot stared at Isabella quietly, pure bright gold floating on the surface of his eyes, covering up the undercurrent surging in the depths.

The fingers hanging in the sleeves gradually tightened their strength to pinch the small scales.

The sharp edges of the scales almost scratched the pads of his fingers.

After a while, he slowly let go of his hand.

"I will definitely cherish it."

"That's good." Isabella nodded with satisfaction.

She has always had unconditional trust in elves.

"Ah yes! Jelly Beans Jelly Beans!"

The gluttonous dragon lady became excited again and nuzzled towards Lancelot expectantly: "I've made you happy, now you can give me jelly beans!"

"If I don't eat for a day, I'll be so hungry."

The brisk smile on Lancelot's lips paused slightly, and his whole body froze.

The dull Isabella didn't realize it and was still pestering him for candy.