The reserve food raised is the Elf King

It was agreed that she would go to the main city of Karimola on her rest day, but in the afternoon, Lydia found that she had three extra duels during her rest day and could not go with Isabella.

The two of them were sitting on the open lawn outside the Duel Tower. Isabella was chewing on the freshly baked fried chicken legs, feeling a little disappointed at Lydia's sudden change of behavior.

But only a little.

Isabella has long been used to it.

Lydia worked hard and diligently to a level that astonished Ms. Dragon. She valued studying for exams and anything that could help her complete her studies above all else.

"Grilled fish, are you really not going??" Isabella didn't give up and still planned to try to seduce Lydia: "Don't cats love fish the most?"

Lydia put down the event schedule in her hand, carefully folded it and put it away.

She blinked in confusion, tilted her head and glanced at Isabella, feeling a little incredible at Miss Dragon's serious lack of common sense.

"Bella, although I know a little bit, the environment you grew up in was different from most of us..."

After their first meeting, Arthur briefly mentioned to Lydia in private that Isabella had been living alone in a cave before. After being taken to Clavia by Lancelot, she gradually came into contact with groups. .

"But sometimes, I'm really curious about where you come up with some of your strange theories and concepts."

Isabella was stunned: "Eh...?"

"Don't talk about me as an individual." Lydia is half-orc and half-human, so she can't use herself as an example.

Lydia thought for a moment, "Just talking about the orcs, they are very different from the ordinary, non-intelligent animals on the mainland in all aspects."

"What do you mean there is a big difference?"

Isabella didn't understand.

She had seen Lydia transform into a cat, with a big fluffy tail, cat ears, and cute little pink pads. The appearance was basically the same as that of an ordinary cat.

"Cats love to eat fish. In our concept, it usually refers to cats among animals. Most of them hunt small animals, such as fish and birds. But the diet of the orcs , it will be far richer than just fish and birds. Usually we see all kinds of strange meat ingredients in the market, which are all delicacies favored by the orcs."

Isabella: "..."

Lydia, who was not good at words, finally spoke a long speech. Seeing that Isabella still had a confused look on her face like "What are you talking about, I don't understand?", she felt speechless for the first time.

This is a common sense question that is basically accepted by the public. Suddenly, it was discovered that one person did not understand it. For a moment, Lydia couldn't find a good explanation.

Ah, thinking about it this way, Senior Lance is truly the smartest being in the entire academy.

It was really hard for him to successfully raise this little idiot Isabella.

Lidya thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to her, "Ah, I thought of an example."

"Do you remember, we ate a kind of pink roasted wild boar meat at the market two days ago. Two gold coins can only buy a small piece of meat."

"Ah, remember to remember!"

Isabella wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, "The fried taste is super fragrant. Unfortunately, it is a seasonal dish. If you want to eat it again, you have to wait until next year."

"The little prince of the wild boar tribe was sitting at the table next to us. He ordered ten bowls of meat in one go."

Having said this, Lydia touched her deflated wallet with envy. She also has royal blood, but she has to struggle for a long time to spend a gold coin, people... Oh, forget it.

If she studies hard, she will always be rich in the future!

Isabella had no idea about money, and she had no idea how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt were in ordinary people's lives. But she also remembered the little prince.

She clenched her fist angrily, "Of course I remember, that nasty big fat pig bought most of the pork in the store that day, leaving me with no food to eat."

Ah, wait!

Speaking of this, Isabella suddenly paused, and a small light bulb lit up above her head.

"I understand!" Isabella clapped her hands excitedly, "Pigs can also eat pork, so Lily, what you are saying is that the food preferences of the orcs are completely different from those of animals, right?"

Lydia nodded happily.

Ah, it seems that the little fool is not as stupid as he thought.

"Then do cat people eat cat meat?" Isabella was like a curious baby who wanted to ask everything.

"...Don't eat it, cat meat is sour."

"Oh, that's right." Isabella had never eaten cat meat before. She suddenly thought of something and tilted her head: "Do rabbits eat rabbit meat?"

Lidya hesitated for a moment: "As far as I know, it's probably not food..."

It was briefly mentioned in the first grade course that the beliefs of some orc tribes are different from others. Just like the elves, who rely on feeling the breath and vitality of nature as their nourishment, most rabbits also prefer to obtain energy from plants.

Even if the rabbit tribe occasionally eats some meat, it is still a bit cruel for such a kind-hearted race that does not like blood to kill animals that look similar to themselves.

"Eh?"

Isabella blinked.

She suddenly thought of the time she and Francis went out to play during the summer vacation. His smooth movements when skinning rabbits showed no trace of his "dislike of blood" character.

Ms. Dragon, who had a serious lack of knowledge, didn't know much about various races, so she didn't think there was anything strange about Francis' behavior at the time.

But think about it now.

There seems to be many things about him that are different from the normal rabbit clan.

Isabella hesitated for a moment and was about to ask Lydia indirectly.

Lydia reads much more than she does, and when Lancelot is not around, she is used to coming to the lovely Lily when she doesn't understand anything.

Just as he was about to ask, there was a rustling sound behind him, like a robe slowly rubbing on the lawn.

Isabella moved her nose, gave up asking, lowered her head and took another bite of the chicken leg.

"Bella, Lydia, we're almost ready to go."

It's Francis.

After the match with Isabella just ended, he went back to the dormitory to change a set of clothes, and prepared some tools needed for grilling fish at Karimola Beach, and then went to find the two ladies near the duel tower.

"Senior Francis, I won't go for the time being."

Lydia stood up, smiled apologetically, and explained her extra temporary arrangements to him.

Francis looked at Isabella and asked for her opinion, "Then..."

Isabella patted her forehead, and then she remembered that she had taken the topic of the conversation astray. Her character is always thinking about where she wants to go, and sometimes she really can't grasp the key points of things.

"Lily, it's rare that school has just started and there aren't many classes. Let's go out and play together. I can wait until you finish the competition tomorrow before setting off. Anyway, it's just a grilled fish. It's okay to be a day late."

But Lydia shook her head, "I also signed up to be a teaching assistant for Professor Tenasi, and I can just go and help him sort out the potion materials on this day off."

Isabella had a blank look on her face: "Who is this?"

Lydia gradually collapsed: "...we are the first-year Potions tutor!"

Is this lady really here to go to school? ! ! ?

Isabella laughed awkwardly, she had no impression at all.

It was shameful that Professor Tinasi actually gave her a very high score in that elementary potion class. Until now in fourth grade, no subject has scored more points than that Potions class.

——Of course, the forgetful dragon lady has completely forgotten that she went to the Forbidden Forest to steal a unicorn egg and used it as a material for the potion class. Naturally, she would make a potion with excellent potion effects.

However, after Lydia had determined her plan, Isabella gave up and continued to persuade her.

She can accompany and watch the exciting fighting activities such as duels. But if Isabella is asked to go to some potion library to sort out materials, she is guaranteed to run away faster than Francis the rabbit.

Thinking of this, Isabella suddenly patted her forehead.

Nonsence!

She was wrong again.

The animal rabbit and Francis, the beastly rabbit, are different.

Lydia said that Isabella was strange, and she just thought that she lacked common sense and had wild thoughts. But Isabella herself knows that it is actually because she has always put some of the concepts she had in her previous life before writing into the current continent where orcs, elves, humans, and demons coexist.

Of course it will look very strange.

-

The main city of Karimola, the most prosperous tavern.

Dark yellow light shone dimly from the ceiling, the tables in the tavern were arranged in a mess, and the crowded people sat casually in the corners. The air is filled with the aroma of various wines, some are like the smell of ripe wheat after fermentation, and some are so spicy that you feel choked after just one sip.

The guests in the tavern come from different places on the continent. In addition to the most common common language, they can occasionally hear a few completely unfamiliar orc tribe languages.

The sound of high-pitched chatter, the dull sound of cups and bowls hitting the wooden table, and the crackling of various sounds mixed together, making it particularly noisy.

Isabella sat in the corner, looking around, her snow-white little face covered by a thick cloth, revealing only a pair of smart and bright misty blue eyes.

This was her first time in a place like this, it was so novel.

Glancing at Francis beside her from the corner of her eye, Isabella thought with emotion: She never imagined that beneath Francis' obedient and simple rabbit skin, there was actually a rebellious heart similar to her own.

After the two arrived at the main city of Karimola in the evening, they strolled around on the road and found that the streets here were no different from those in the main city of Clavia.

But it’s rare to go out and play, so don’t waste your time at night!

Isabella rolled her eyes and saw a busy tavern on the corner of the road.

When she went out with Lancelot before, the elf who liked cleanliness never allowed Isabella to come here to find a place.

But now Lancelot is gone...

Francis was very hesitant and resistant at first, but Isabella persuaded him hard and said many good words.

Isabella raised her paw and swore to the God of Light that she would never cause trouble or drink. She just came in to see and learn more.

Francis nodded hesitantly and let go.

"Don't let the hood fall off, Bella."

Francis sat next to her, held down the eager little girl who almost wanted to jump up, carefully tucked a strand of silver hair exposed by her cheek behind her ear, and put her hood back on.

There were many people in the tavern, and Isabella's beautiful face and head of white hair were too conspicuous. If possible, there is still no need to cause additional trouble.

"You can't drink either. If you're hungry, we'll go out to eat on the street after we've had enough fun."

Isabella nodded and agreed: "Okay, okay!"

But my ears were perked up, wanting to hear what the next table was talking about.

"Didn't something go wrong with the teleportation array in the north some time ago?" A bearded hunter took a sip of wine and wiped his mouth carelessly, "I almost teleported to Cyricdas, damn it!"

"Hahahaha, old man, you've only had a few drinks and you're already talking nonsense."

Another person next to him didn't believe his nonsense at all, and laughed and mocked, "Cyricidas is famous for being a place where no living person can go. If you really went in, could the person in front of us now be a ghost? ?”

Big Beard glanced at him and did not defend him. He just said: "In short, the previous rumors are probably true."

He looked around, his sharp eyes like an eagle and wolf staring at everyone at the table. Then he slowly lowered his voice, his rough voice seemed to have been weathered, and it sounded particularly mysterious.

Isabella couldn't help but move closer, trying to hear him in the noisy environment.

"Something might really happen over there in the north. And it's a very serious matter."

"Something happened?"

"What happened?"

When it comes to things related to the far north, everyone's interest is obviously aroused.

Most of the people drinking in the tavern are the lower class people on the mainland.

For them, leaving the Kingdom of Sissel to go to the outside world is a very long journey and a huge investment in money.

Recently, there have been a steady stream of bounty hunters coming to and from various major cities, as well as coming to Sissel from outside. Occasionally, they briefly rest and relax in the tavern, revealing bits and pieces of news, but they are always incomplete. .

Now finally there is someone willing to reveal the information.

The bearded man was very satisfied, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He picked up the large glass of beer on the table and took another sip.

Under everyone's attentive gaze, he slowly uttered: "The dark demon sleeping in the lost Hersius will soon wake up."

"..."

The surroundings seemed to fall into a brief silence.

You can even hear the sound of wind whistling by in the night outside the thin wooden board room of the tavern.

The temperature in the middle of the night seemed to drop a few degrees at this moment.

After a while, someone suddenly broke the silence.

"Harm! You old guy, you really drank too much!"

The man smashed his wine glass on the table, laughed with disdain and said, "This is all nonsense and fake news!"

"Yes, yes, how is it possible, hahahaha."

Others followed suit.

Everyone on the continent of Clavia knows that the evil Dark Demon was sealed deep in the lost Hersius by the heroes of the light camp and has not appeared again for tens of thousands of years.

"That adult...will he really wake up?"

A thin young man sitting in the crowd was frightened by the news that the Dark Lord was about to awaken. He didn't even dare to mention his honorific title, and only referred to him as "that lord".

"how can that be possible?!"

The strong man next to him patted the young man's shoulder carelessly, raised his big beer glass and took a sip, then smacked his lips and said: "The last time that adult was active on the mainland was tens of thousands of years ago. At that time we The kings of Sissel are still wandering all over the continent, hahaha."

"What if it's true?"

The young boy was still uneasy. For him who was born in a peaceful era, he had never heard such horrific news. Even a hint of speculation sent chills all over his body.

"If it's true," the strong man was already a little drunk, and he said vaguely with a confused look in his cloudy eyes, "If it's true, it has nothing to do with us ordinary unarmed civilians..."

"We can only hope that some bullshit savior hero will come and defeat that Lord again."

At this point, the strong man seemed to feel a little cold in his body and shuddered. He was still cursing and said: "Hahaha, but it is also possible that the savior we pray for is still spinning in the belly of some woman. …”

His tone sounded like resignation, with a sense of desolation and self-destruction.

"What if it's the same as it was in the damn First Era?"

"..."

Isabella's ears suddenly felt warm.

She looked up and saw Frances reaching out to cover her ears.

A hint of confusion flashed in her big foggy blue eyes, and Isabella blinked, trying to hint to Francis that she wanted to continue listening.

Francis shook his head, pointed to the clock on the wall beside him, and mouthed: "Bella, it's time for us to go."

The two made an appointment before coming in. They would only stay for half an hour to experience the atmosphere of the pub before leaving.

Isabella didn't want to leave, but seeing Francis' serious face, she had no choice but to get up with him.

After leaving the tavern, the air became several degrees fresher.

Isabella took off her hood, stretched out, and asked the rabbit beside her curiously: "Brother, do you know what happened over there in the North?"

The little girl puffed up her cheeks, frowned and complained in a low voice: "Every time Lance writes a letter, he refuses to elaborate on it with me."

Francis smiled and ruffled her hair, his voice soft, blending into the night and warm wind, "Perhaps you can wait for the senior to come back and ask him personally?"

"The Tower of Light recently plans to send a new group of students to the North to replace those who stayed there before. The other two towers should have the same arrangement, so I guess Senior Lance and Arthur should be there soon. It’s time to go home.”

"Eh--?"

Isabella opened her eyes happily and said happily: "Really? I miss Lance so much! It feels like I haven't seen him in almost a century!"

"century?"

Francis frowned slightly, seemingly slightly confused by this unfamiliar word.

Isabella stuttered and quickly made an excuse: "Ah, Ji Yuan, I said it wrong. Haha, I was so excited just now that I said all the slang of the race."

"oh, I see."

Francis smiled, probably believing Isabella's explanation.

Isabella quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She decided to take care of her mouth next time.