The reserve food raised is the Elf King

[Bella, I have received replies from the two little princesses you designated last time. They are twin sisters who have just turned eighteen this year. I intercepted them before they were sent to the black market to be sold. However, the physical condition of the two sisters is very bad. They must have been abused before... Well, I guess the meat will not be very delicious. Shall I keep it for you for a while? How about changing to another princess? 】

When Bella came home at night, she felt that the notebook on the table was hot.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the book, I saw Eric's message.

Isabella didn't even have time to take out the quill before Eric sent the next sentence.

[Oh dear sweetheart Bella, you are home! Are you tired from studying today? Have you got a meal yet? Did anything interesting happen? 】

Eric was extremely enthusiastic and directed a series of caring words at his sister.

Isabella answered a few questions, and before Eric wanted to continue asking, she said, "Brother, I'm not a child anymore. You don't have to ask me how many times I should chew a meal." To ask. 】

——Yes, Eric really has such a criminal record.

She was so meticulous that she even asked Isabella how many times she breathed every day.

Eric paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his words became aggrieved: [I want to care about you...]

So, so sad.

Isabella suddenly felt like a rebellious child.

[Has brother eaten? 】

Being cared about by his sister, Eric was instantly resurrected with full health.

【Eat, eat, eat! I ate a crown from Human Emperor Sissel at the end of the Second Era, and several diamond necklaces he gave to the queen when he got married. I have to say, the older the diamond is, the more delicious it is...]

[Jili Guala&……]

Isabella looked numb.

She shouldn't be soft-hearted.

He clearly knew that once Eric was allowed to talk, he would be like a wild dog that had escaped from the reins, and the words could not stop pouring out of his mouth.

After half an hour.

Eric finally stopped without knowing what he wanted to say.

Isabella was almost asleep. She dozed off halfway while holding her notebook, and asked in a daze, "With your appetite, do you have enough food in the cave?" 】

[Everything in the cave belongs to Baby Bella, of course. Even my brother will not touch it easily. 】

Isabella:?

So where does Eric's food come from?

He is disembodied and cannot leave the cave, let alone go out to find food on his own.

Is there someone else who specially delivers food to Eric?

[Oh, by the way, what are you going to do with those two princesses? 】

Eric suddenly brought the topic back to business.

Isabella subconsciously followed his thinking and thought for a while before saying:

[How about you send it to me for a look first? If it doesn’t work, I’ll find two more. 】

According to Eric, the two human princesses were ill-treated after the demise of their tribes, which made them look sallow and thin.

This is not a big problem. You can definitely gain weight by eating more meat.

Just make sure that when she brings the little princess to Arthur, she looks more pleasing to the eye than Jenny.

【it is good. 】

Eric immediately agreed and would listen to Isabella in everything.

After a while, I don't know what he was tinkering with there, and the notebook lit up again.

[However, it will take about two months to deliver it to the main city of Clavia. 】

【so long? ? ! 】

Isabella was shocked.

The final week is about to end, and the holiday is about to begin. The holiday means that Arthur and Jenny will go back to the human race's King Sissel City to get engaged. If the little princess hasn't sent it yet, wouldn't it mean that everything she is doing now is in vain.

Eric seemed to be a little surprised, and explained helplessly: [The magic teleportation array near the Navia Mountains in the northeast has had some minor problems recently. Perhaps it is due to disrepair, and several teleportation arrays have lost control of their magic. , will randomly teleport people to a location that is not the target at all. Therefore, most of the teleportation arrays have been suspended and it is expected to take at least more than a month to repair. 】

[What if you take a carriage through the forest and take a path? 】

Isabella remembered that when the elf participated in the three-person competition, he also took her to the Navia Mountains. He did not borrow any magical means of transportation and reached his destination in less than half a month.

[The carriage was bumpy, and the two little princesses were already injured. It was estimated that they would not be able to reach the main city of Clavia in half a year. 】

Isabella could only compromise.

[...Okay, then let them find a place to cultivate themselves in the same place, and then send them back when they are white and fat. 】

All plans were ready, the goods were successfully ordered and packed, but... the transportation path was broken! !

Logistics delays in delivery.

Miss Isabella, the consignee, was extremely depressed.

It seems that we have to find a way to delay Arthur so that he cannot go home after the exam.

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Cloud Lab.

The huge magic circle in the center is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a circle of small, shimmering beams of light, flashing and emitting magical energy containing different elements. Red is the fire element, blue is the water element, and there are green, orange, white and other different colors, representing different magic elements.

Among them, the blue element is the most numerous, surrounding it in circles from the outside to the inside, like a water wall condensed by shimmering light.

Gentle and peaceful, flowing quietly.

It gathered tightly towards the center, without any expectation, wrapping the warm and shining red elements in the center, and tightly circled it in the middle of the six-pointed star.

Even if the red flames swayed from side to side, they could not escape the surrounding water element and escape outside the magic circle.

The huge six-pointed star disk slowly rotated clockwise. The elf wearing a pure white mage robe stood under the six-pointed star with a calm and indifferent expression.

The blond hair was brilliant and dazzling. Under the shimmer of the surrounding elemental magic, it showed a colorful brilliance, brighter and warmer than the sun in the sky.

However, the elf's tall figure was as silent as the cold moon on a lonely night. It seemed that no matter how bright the sunshine was, it would melt into the endless darkness when it fell around him.

The sun and the moon are in opposition.

Finally, the light collapsed, and the darkness opened its long-awaited bloody mouth, seeming to swallow everything without restraint.

"Bang, bang."

There were two gentle knocks outside the laboratory glass door.

It was a chubby pink flying letter bird, parked outside the glass.

The elf was calculating the next magic spell with a quill, and the obscure and complicated calculation formula became particularly smooth and easy in his hand.

Hearing the sound, Lancelot paused slightly.

There was a slight trace between his eyebrows, but his eyes still fell on the experimental notebook in his arms, as if he was calculating carefully without any distractions.

"boom."

Fetion knocked again outside.

He seemed a little impatient to wait.

So edgy.

Lancelot's lips curved slightly.

He still held the quill in his hand, but it was obvious that his attention was no longer on the experiment.

Waves rippled in the elf's eyes, and a faint smile crossed his golden eyes.

Even the little lifeless bird has the same temperament as its master. He is impatient in everything he does and is unwilling to use his brain to think. He acts willfully and arbitrarily.

But even if he is squeamish and willful, all kinds of little tempers emerge in endlessly.

Still so cute.

Not waiting for the birds outside the window to continue smashing the glass, Lancelot closed the experiment record book in his hand, and did not care about the problem he was calculating in his hand. He only had a few lines left to finish.

He turned around, casually placed the record book on the table aside, picked up his coat and left the laboratory.

The pink Fetion finally found its target and rushed towards it.

The elf slowly raised his hand with an elegant and reserved manner. A slender white fingertip was exposed from the wide sleeves of his robe, and he gently touched Feixin's beak.

After confirming that the recipient is correct, Fetion starts transmitting the sender's voice.

The first word has not yet been pronounced.

The faint smile on the elf's lips froze instantly.

What came out of the bird's beak was not Isabella's clear and lively voice as he thought.

But a kind male voice.

It's Mr. Green.

[Lance, I can consider agreeing to what you discussed with me this morning. But the premise is that you have to prove to everyone that you are excellent enough in all aspects and can take on the corresponding responsibilities. You know, this is not something you and I can decide. 】

Lancelot lowered his eyes quietly: "..."

He didn't seem to hear the voice on Fetion.

He stood stiffly on the spot, his fingertips continuing to touch Fetion.

The previous period of self-inflicted mental activities revealed the reserved and arrogant little temper hidden in the elf. Although he didn't say it explicitly, Lancelot spent the whole day in the laboratory waiting for Isabella to take the initiative to contact him.

He told himself in his heart that as long as Isabella took the initiative to find him, he would write off the previous matter.

Just a Fetion letter.

A short flying letter.

He could temporarily ignore Isabella's lack of attention to him yesterday and go home to sleep with her.

Therefore, when the pink flying letter knocked on the laboratory window, Lancelot naturally recognized it as Isabella's letter.

After all, Lancelot only set up this exclusive function for Isabella - he can be found anytime and anywhere through the academy crystal card.

But the elf ignored one point. Just because the students couldn't find him didn't mean that the dean of the Mage Tower didn't know where he was.

A huge gap fell down.

The embarrassment and embarrassment converged into an unconcealable shyness that shot straight to the top of his head and almost swallowed up the elf.

And the pink Fetion continued to talk.

[A distant bounty hunter brought me a task, maybe it can solve the problem you are facing now.

The magic teleportation array over the Navia Mountains is out of control. Currently, many great magicians have gathered together to study, but they have not been able to find a reasonable reason. I think that your attainments in the field of magic arrays are much higher than most of the great magicians on the mainland, and you may be able to discover what is wrong with the teleportation array.

Lance, this is a great opportunity to prove your ability. It is extremely challenging and I hope you can seriously consider it. 】

As if he realized that his tone was a bit solemn, and did not want to put pressure on Lancelot, Lord Green changed his voice to a relaxed one with a smile.

[Oh, by the way, isn’t this pink little Fetion particularly cute today? I wonder which interesting classmate designed the new Fetion style, which can also express different emotions of the sender, haha. 】

After the voice ended, Fetion's light dimmed.

After a while, Lancelot put down his hand that was still in the air and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Who designed pink Fetion?

The elf is smart and smart, and of course he can hear the ridicule in Lord Green's words.

Who else could it be.

I was so bored that I spent a lot of precious time in the most high-end cloud laboratory, studying how to make the mediocre traditional Fetion become flexible and vivid, and can set different moods and colors.

While making Fetion, Lancelot enjoyed himself and never felt that his time was wasted.

Thinking about Isabella's normal movements in his mind, every Fetion he made subconsciously had a trace of the little girl's body.

He made a hundred of these special flying letters and gave them to Isabella, hoping that she could use them to communicate with him.

But for some reason, this pink one ended up in the hands of Dean Green.

Lancelot wouldn't blame Isabella for this.

He knows Miss Dragon's character well and will definitely cherish everything he gives her.

Mr. Green must have found out about the remaining materials he left in the laboratory after making Fetion, and tricked one into the hands of a simple little girl.

His little girl was always so innocent and never thought of any complicated things in her mind. How could she possibly be able to fight against the scheming old guy.

The elf held the pink flying letter that turned into ordinary paper and lowered his eyelashes lightly.

After a while, a slight hum escaped from the throat, but no emotion could be heard.

Yes.

She's just a little idiot who hasn't figured it out yet, that's all.