The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The long hem of the soft white robe was like rolling white clouds, gently crossing the spotless stone road, leaving no trace behind.

Isabella had just taken a magic spell class, and before she had time to change out of her complicated and gorgeous mage robe, she hurried to the college's inn.

She asked with a smile: "There should be a letter from me today, right?"

I have been coming to the inn every day in the past few days, and the guys responsible for sending and receiving letters have become familiar with Isabella.

"Oh, yes, Miss Isabella. You also have a letter from the North today, which I specially picked out and is waiting for you to pick it up."

The clerk took out a letter from the counter and handed it through the window.

The envelope was sealed with a vine crown-style paint seal. The seal was neat and the cold cyan paint seal was low-key and elegant. It is not difficult to imagine that under the cold and noble identity of the owner of the fire paint mark, there is a trace of gentleness and care.

The college has a special post station that regularly delivers various letters and packages from outside the school to students.

But now it is the beginning of the school year, and a large number of first-year freshmen are entering the school. All kinds of luggage and packages have already filled the entire inn. The delivery speed of daily letters will be one or two days faster than that on weekday evenings.

Isabella didn't want to wait, so she made an agreement with the clerk at the inn. As long as she saw her letters, she would pick them out in advance and put them aside. No extra manpower was needed to deliver them. She would pick them up herself.

It stands to reason that this is against the rules.

But who told Isabella to be rich enough?

"Thank you."

Isabella happily took the letter and touched the wax on the edge of the envelope. She did not open the letter immediately, but received it in her sleeve.

Before turning to leave, she took out an extra gold coin and put it on the table, and told the clerk: "It will be the same time tomorrow. Please pick out my letters."

"Of course, Miss Isabella, please rest assured. I wish you a happy life."

The clerk diligently sent the generous and beautiful magician away. As he watched the girl leave, he couldn't help but whisper to himself: "Ah, what a wonderful love."

He put the back of his hand to his forehead, touched it lightly and clasped his hands together, praying devoutly for Isabella, "God of Light, bless the lovely young lady to reunite with her lover soon."

In recent times, the continent that has maintained peace and tranquility for nearly a thousand years has once again experienced turmoil.

Since the teleportation array went out of control in the past few months, various incidents have occurred in the northern border.

The polar night that has lasted for several years has shrouded the northern land, and the sun that was supposed to reappear has yet to appear. As a result, the land in many plain areas has begun to become barren. Plants have been without natural light for a long time and cannot grow normally.

The wild beasts in the deep mountains are rioting, and even some giant beasts that have been sleeping in the dense forest for many years have become restless. Wild beast violence/rebellion destroyed many remote and isolated villages. The frequency became more and more frequent, and even the people in the distant main city of Clavia would hear some cruel news from time to time.

Since the holidays last semester, the college has sent several groups of students to support ethnic groups and tribes in the north that have been affected by disasters. However, due to the seriousness of the situation, the source of all the weird happenings has not yet been found, and now that school has started, the students have not returned.

In addition, the teleportation array has not yet been completely repaired, so the journey to and from the northern border can only rely on daily horse-drawn carriages, and correspondence has become difficult.

But under such circumstances, Miss Isabella still insisted on communicating with the north side every day, which had to make the clerk at the inn feel moved and wanted to sing a hymn for the love between her and the owner of the letter.

——If Isabella was allowed to know the inner workings of this guy, and the most common correspondence between her and Lancelot were imagined to create a touching love story, she would probably laugh so hard that the corners of her mouth would split.

For Ms. Dragon, who is rich enough to have no idea about the prices of daily commodities, each time she sends a letter, it only costs a few gold coins.

The total expenses during this period were not as much as the number of gold coins she usually ate in her stomach in a day.

As for love, that is simply overthinking.

Lancelot's letter is not a lingering love poem, but her jelly beans.

Since the elf did not return to the academy within the time he expected, Isabella had completely finished her jelly beans. But Lancelot couldn't buy small bottles that could be filled at the moment, so he had to go through more trouble and send Isabella a day's worth of jelly beans at a time.

Ah, there aren't just jelly beans in the envelope either.

The elf would also tell her some interesting things that happened in the north in his letters, and occasionally bring some little things that he wanted to share with Isabella after seeing them.

Today's letter also contains a silver leaf.

After leaving the busy downtown area, Isabella opened the letter while walking to the dormitory.

The elf's words are graceful and elegant, flowing on the letter paper like clouds and flowing water.

[...Because of the polar night environment all year round, the plants at the foot of the Navia Mountains have also undergone some wonderful changes. When I first saw that silver tree, I thought of you. It's a pity that I was short of time and I didn't have time to record the appearance of the whole tree with magic, so I had to pick a leaf. I hope you will like it. 】

I do.

This silver color is very similar to the color of her scales, which makes Isabella quite appetizing.

Isabella stuffed the leaves into her mouth and ate them.

"Crack, click, click", the sound of chewing is clear.

She licked her lips and planned to read the rest of the letter quickly.

But when I arrived at my door, there were still two pages of the letter that I had not finished reading. Isabella overestimated the speed of her general writing, and really didn't want to read it, so she simply folded the letter paper and placed it on the table beside her when she entered the door.

She thought to herself that she would check it out when she had time. Anyway, the letters Lance wrote each time were not much different, they were just daily chats.

Before, Isabella would reply to every letter, but as time went by, and Lancelot wrote to her too frequently, Isabella was too lazy to continue reading.

After all, using common characters and writing is still a very painful thing for Miss Julong, who has always been a poor student.

Now she basically presses a dragon's claw on a blank piece of paper, chirps, scribbles a few words like "I miss you", and then asks the post office to send the letter.

He was fair and perfunctory, and he wasn't afraid that Lancelot would be angry when he saw it.

Isabella had already discovered that the elf was really easy to coax.

But today there is an extra line:

[Dear Lance, next time you see a big tree with golden leaves, please bring the whole tree back to me. I will treasure your gift with great pleasure. 】

If every tree is covered with gold leaves, Miss Dragon will surely have a delicious meal.

When she was finished, Isabella stuffed the letter back into the envelope. I went to the study to get a piece of fire paint wax, put it to my mouth and blew it gently, spraying out two small sparks, which directly melted the fire paint wax.

Then he roughly pressed the seal with his dragon claw, leaving a messy mark on it, which he regarded as his own mark.

Unlike most of the students in the academy, she has intricate networks of relationships from different families or ethnic groups behind her, and everyone carries the imprint of their own family.

She is alone.

Therefore, all kinds of troubles can be avoided.

"Ah, it's almost too late! Writing is just a waste of time!!"

Looking up at the clock in the study, Isabella quickly sealed the letter and hurried to the cloakroom. Now she has to change into a set of clothes that are convenient for daily activities and go to the Duel Tower to warm up with Lydia.

When she went out, she didn't have time to go to the inn to deliver the letter, so she simply stuffed her reply to Lancelot into the public mailbox at the corner outside the yard.

Anyway, there are people who collect letters at a fixed time every day, but the speed is slower.

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When we arrived at the Duel Tower, it was the hottest time for various competitions recently. The streets started to be crowded with people, and the entrance to the gate could not be seen at all.

Fortunately, Lydia was standing outside the door waiting for her. When she saw the white-haired girl running over in a hurry, she immediately waved her hand.

"Bella, I'm here!"

Isabella nimbly walked through the crowd, "Lily, how many games do you have today?"

"Three games, the first one will be in half an hour." Lidya pursed her lips, looking a little nervous, grabbing her fingers and twiddling them subconsciously.

Isabella patted her shoulder carelessly, and took the initiative to hold Lydia's hand to prevent her from scratching her nails.

"It's okay, don't be nervous! I'll warm up with you before the game and get a feel for it. When you officially go on the court soon, you will definitely perform smoothly!"

This is the second time Lydia comes to the duel arena to play a single match.

She came here to try it once last week, but when she came on stage, she found that the surroundings were full of spectators. Her mind went blank and she stood blankly on the playing field, almost forgetting to cast a spell.

Fortunately, she usually studies hard and is proficient in various magic spells. She barely opened a defensive shield the moment her opponent came to attack her.

But due to lack of experience in fighting, he still lost that game.

Lydia held Isabella back, her thin voice full of gratitude, "Thank you, Bella."

"What's the point! When you are free recently, I can usually practice with you."

Lydia has changed a lot this semester. Not only did she take the initiative to choose a course in the Warrior Tower - according to her usual dislike of fighting, she would never rush to take such a melee course.

Moreover, she also told Isabella this year that she did not plan to participate in the three-person competition in the duel tower, but wanted to try the singles competition to earn her full credits.

Isabella suspected that something must have happened to this always quiet cat girl after returning home during the summer vacation, but since Lydia didn't take the initiative to mention it to her, Isabella didn't ask any more questions.

Anyway, for Miss Julong, fighting is much more enjoyable than writing. She would rather fight every day than sit down and read a book seriously.

"Bella, what about your Duel Tower credits?"

Lydia felt a little guilty because because of her impromptu change, Isabella could no longer rely on the three-person competition to gain credits.

"Ah, I'm here to play the game too." Isabella shrugged indifferently.

"But……"

Isabella had played several duels with Mage Tower in the same grade before. Because she moved much faster than ordinary people, every duel looked boring. The little magician on the opposite side basically couldn't hit her. Isabella didn't even need to raise her hand to recite a spell, she could just kick the opponent off the stage with a light kick.

"Lance helped me get some tickets for the leapfrog challenge. They will be sent to me in a few days. Then I will pick a senior to fight, and the credits will definitely be full."

Lidya, who was almost unable to beat anyone in her grade, burst into tears of envy when she heard this: "Wow, Bella, you are so strong qwq"

Bella immediately stood up proudly, her pretty little face beaming with joy, "Of course, I am the great dragon lady."