The reserve food raised is the Elf King

This time when he went to La Porte Castle, although Lancelot failed to find the answer to the cub's lethargy, he gained a thick stack of theoretical books on the study of different racial groups.

"Capturing the Sensitive Period of the Infancy of Orcs"

"A review of physiological and ecological research on embryonic development of egg-laying orcs"

"Types and Behavioral Characteristics of Early Childhood Education Methods at Different Developmental Stages"

……

The elf stayed up all night and read carefully. After taking a book full of notes, he suddenly discovered a very serious oversight——

How old is Isabella?

At that time, after the academy received news of the cub breaking out of its shell from the distant Victro Canyon, it didn't take long before it sent Lancelot to pick her up. Naturally, Lancelot looked at Isabella with the eyes of a newborn.

Lancelot didn't find it strange that this dragon cub could communicate, read and write normally as soon as he broke out of his shell, and could express his thoughts and concepts very clearly in both behavior and thought.

After all, he is almost two thousand years old.

According to the definition of the elves, he has not officially entered the mature stage, but among most races on the mainland, Lancelot is not young. The last time he had close contact with a newborn cub was more than a thousand years ago, before he left the Pudacino Jungle Kingdom.

The facts and phenomena described in an article on the study of newborn cubs were somewhat different from what he had always known: normal newborn orc cubs have many organs that are not fully developed, and most of them cannot even speak their native language normally. Express.

But Isabella...?

So, in response to this doubt, the elf flipped through a lot of relevant documents, and finally saw a fragment of an article on a page of an out-of-print handwritten book with blurred handwriting under a bookshelf in La Poer Castle.

The fragments mention an unproven concept regarding the developmental stages of certain egg-laying orcs:

... This type of egg-laying orcs stay in the embryonic stage for far longer than the lifetime of many races. The long and endless years give them enough time to develop. Therefore, they are likely to have completed their initial development within the eggshell, passing through the neonatal stage and moving on to the next stage. As for how their next stage will be defined and how long it will last, only the clan members themselves know...

Lancelot guessed that the egg-laying beast tribe in this passage refers to the dragon tribe.

However, now only Isabella is the only dragon left in the clan, and he cannot verify the authenticity of this matter.

This makes the elves who are keen on research and study feel regretful.

Looking at the small soft ball sitting on the bed, the gentle elf felt a faint pity for this giant dragon cub who was alone in the world.

——However, Miss Dragon herself does not feel lonely at all.

The weather was exceptionally bright today. After Isabella got up, she was obsessed with the ring on her neck. She lowered her head and kept rummaging through the ring.

Finally, she found what she wanted.

He raised his neck happily and suggested enthusiastically: "Lance, let's go play with Arthur! He said that his sister will be home this afternoon, and I really want to meet her!"

She even prepared a meeting gift!

In the original book, this green plum has a gentle and kind character. Even if fate is not friendly to her, she never complains when she is treated unfairly. The author defines her as "the harbor that is always warm after the male protagonist is injured. As long as Arthur looks back, he can see Lydia standing quietly behind him, waiting for his glorious return."

"Afternoon?" The elf lowered his eyes at the fragment in his hand and put it away carefully.

He made a rubbing of the original traces inside La Porte Castle, hoping to have the opportunity to compile the entire article in the future.

"Yeah!" The cub waggled its tail happily, looking forward to it.

"Then let's go there in the afternoon."

"...?" Big Tail froze.

The elf met the little dragon cub's shocked eyes, walked over slowly, picked her up and put her in his arms, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "Don't waste your time in the morning, Miss Bella, it's time for you to start class."

"We promised yesterday."

"..."Heaven, heaven is going to kill me!

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Do what you say.

Lancelot really started teaching the cubs lessons.

He was very efficient and had quickly transformed a room on the third floor of the dormitory into a dedicated teaching room without Isabella being aware of it.

On the left is an open space where the cubs practice walking. The layout seems simple, and every detail that may bump into the cubs has been carefully taken care of by the elf. On the right, a small study area was temporarily built, with wooden desks, bookshelves and chairs neatly arranged, all handmade by Lancelot himself. There is a stack of teaching materials and textbooks on the table, and there is even a small blackboard for teaching.

Isabella was placed squarely on the small chair.

She had not yet recovered from the shock of "How could I possibly learn??!", she looked at the surrounding decorations with a glimmer of hope: "Lance, can I..."

"No." Before she could finish speaking, the elf rejected her with a smile.

"But……"

"No but." The gentle elf rejected her gently again.

"I..." Isabella struggled desperately.

"Bella, you promised me yesterday that you would be obedient." Lancelot knelt down and half-crouched, so that his eyes were just at the same level as the cub sitting on the chair. This is the height he specially designed when he made the table and chairs, so that he can sit by and teach the cubs their homework.

Those pure golden eyes that Isabella loved most were bright and bright, like the rising sun, lighting up the whole world. The entire figure of the cub's dragon was clearly reflected in the depths of his eyes, as if he was looking at a heartless man who didn't mean what he said.

"..."

Seeing Isabella's delay in speaking, Lancelot sighed softly.

The long and thick eyelashes drooped gently, sweeping a small fan-like light shadow on the eyelids.

The elf was wearing a light blue house robe, the texture of which was as soft as water, making his whole body gentle and elegant, without any aggressiveness. Coupled with that delicate and holy face like a god, peaceful facial features, and an ethereal and clear voice...

No matter what strong and rude request comes from this mouth, others cannot bear to refuse.

What's more, he just wants Isabella to learn knowledge?

"..." Okay, she can't let down anyone but her food reserves!

As a self-proclaimed excellent pet owner, Isabella felt extremely distressed.

It was impossible to see the elf showing such a depressed expression.

"Snapped!"

The big tail slapped the table hard.

The cub said loudly: "If you learn, you will learn. If you don't learn, you will be a puppy!"

"Really?" The elf curled his eyes, with a smile in his eyes. It was like flowing gold, reflecting deep and shallow shimmers, like a deep and dazzling kaleidoscope that attracted all the attention of the young dragon. And his voice was still gentle and gentle, neither fast nor slow.

"Yes!" Isabella was greatly encouraged, her mind was confused, and she said boldly: "I must learn to walk today!"

"Okay."

Without giving the cub a chance to regret, Lancelot directly reached out and lifted her up, taking a long step to the starting point of the open space on the left.

He put Isabella on the ground, straightened her coiled tail thoughtfully, and then asked her to face the direction of the finish line, "Okay, let's start walking forward."

"?"

Why, I feel like something is not right...

The young dragon slowly came back to his senses and fell into deep thought.

I just stared at the elf's golden eyes for too long, and I had already eaten breakfast, and now I feel a little tired. Isabella touched her belly with one hand, covered her mouth with the other hand, and burped silently.

Don't want Lancelot to find out.

Otherwise, he will think that he has stolen snacks again.

As a result, Lancelot mistakenly thought that the cub's belly touching behavior meant that she was hungry, so he proposed an incentive mechanism: "If we practice for half an hour, we can eat two gold coins, okay?"

"..." Still eating? Wouldn't it be necessary to fall asleep again?

Isabella raised her big head and was about to refuse when she suddenly had an idea: "If you don't want to eat the gold coins, let's change the condition."

"Every ten minutes of practice, you have to let me bite you...ah no, cough, give you a kiss."

It was such a close call that I almost said what was in my heart.

From the first time she saw this elf who was comparable to an angel, Isabella was so hungry. She finally set a restraint on herself, determined not to eat him while he was alive, but to use him as a reserve food for the future.

Bite, lick, shasshasha.

Just thinking about it makes me greedy!

And except for the blond hair and golden eyes, as long as the other parts are not swallowed into the stomach, Isabella will not feel full as if she has eaten too much.

She made the request confidently and boldly.

"Kiss...?" The elf was stunned when he heard this request.

"Yes, yes!" Isabella's face was filled with anticipation and longing. She shook her big round head, twisted into a ball of pussy coquettishly, and rubbed Lancelot's softly with her big tail. With her fingertips, she said in a coquettish voice: "Brother Lance, Bella wants to kiss you~"

"Bella likes Lance so much, I really want to be close to you more!" (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

"Is that good~"