The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Louis understood DiCarlo's unspeakable secret, and when Shino came back and asked him if he liked the taste of biscuits, Louis' answer was: just right.

While preventing Shino from further mixing more seasonings, Louis also suggested that his hometown has a special biscuit making method with a unique flavor, and he can also share the production skills with Shino.

Fortunately, Hino is quite interested in this.

But Di Carlo was very worried that he would integrate new skills into old ones, so he emphasized to Xino seriously: "New tastes can be learned, but your original skills must not be changed in the slightest."

"Why?" Hino objected: "It is better to learn from others' strengths!"

"No." Di Carlo pressed Hino's shoulders and stared at him deeply: "Your exclusive biscuit baking skills have reached the extreme, and you can be versatile, but don't keep improving, think about the little fat dragon, without you Biscuit, he'll roll all over the floor."

Hino felt that it made sense, so he nodded solemnly.

Di Carlo's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Louis asked suspiciously in a low voice, "Which sir is Little Fat Dragon?"

Di Carlo turned his head and replied calmly: "Ilsa, the son of your god."

"..." Louis was tongue-tied: "But His Royal Highness Brengo seems to be..."

DiCarlo explained first: "He has grown too fast in the past two or three years, which caused our pet name for him to be a bit untrue, but in our hearts," DiCarlo smiled lovingly: "He will always be chubby dragon."

With a better understanding of the Son of God, Louis stumbled into the elf prime minister's biscuit baking skills.

No matter how weird His Highness Brengo's tastes were, Louis was determined to do his best to satisfy his preferences. This was his reward and his duty.

If it wasn't for Ilsa's slap in the face on the day when the medal was awarded, he would have suffered humiliation and injustice all his life. Now he was able to get this job in the royal chef's dessert room in the palace, which was also assigned to him by Ilsa himself.

The elf prime minister told him that this was the first decree issued by Irsa as the son of God. Louis couldn't understand the smile in the elf prime minister's eyes when he mentioned this matter. Live up to the mission.

In the evening, he received an urgent military report from Tyron’s mermaid army on the outer island. It is said that the letter was personally sent by the chief dragon warrior of Snow Deer. While reading the letter in the meeting room, Hino ate some bread and jam for dinner, and then kept thinking about it. How to reply.

Obviously this letter was not written by Gregar, at least it should have been completed under the guidance of Prime Minister Sandy.

The content is Sandy's usual style, sincere and pragmatic, and the theme is to discuss the formal establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries.

The letter hopes that Hino will determine the meeting place and time, and asks Hino whether he wants to talk with King Xuelu or Sandy. This seems to be a humble gesture of great respect, but it is actually a tactful way to force Hino to attend the meeting in person to show equality sincerity.

I don't know how many drafts of reply letters I wrote, but they were all crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket by Shino, until an attendant knocked on the door to ask for permission, and then temporarily stopped writing.

"Prime Minister, His Highness Berengo is feeling sleepy." The attendant nodded his head to convey the message.

Hino squinted his eyes and looked at the attendant suspiciously: "Put him to sleep if you're sleepy, come and tell me... Ah!" Hino remembered: "A bedtime story."

So, in the middle of the night, Hino put down his government affairs, tiptoed quietly past Di Carlo's wing on the third floor, and sneaked into Ilsa's bedroom like a thief to tell a story, but found that the little fat dragon was not in the room.

The attendant said, "Your Highness said that he wants to sleep in the west attic today."

Hino had no choice but to sneak up to the attic again, and Ilsa was already lying down obediently on that little bed.

This attic used to be a large terrace on the top floor, where some flowers and plants were raised, but the rainy season on the island is too long, and the flowers and plants are easily flooded, so they simply built a small attic with a whole piece of glass on the roof, allowing the flowers and plants to bask in the sun during the day and They can lie in bed and count the stars.

In the past, the chubby dragon liked to sleep here counting the stars with Hino. Now that Ilsa has grown taller, the length of the bed against the wall is longer than Hino’s height. Ilsa needs to curl up her legs slightly when lying on it. He sometimes rests his heels on the ledge above the end of the bed so that he can stretch out.

Hino is particularly unwilling to lie here with the little fat dragon and count the stars now, because even if he straightens his toes, he can't reach the window sill, and he can't look directly at the little meaty man next to him before. Now his legs are longer than his.

Ilsa still likes to hear Hino tell bedtime stories here.

He is not particularly keen on fairy tales, but as long as he can tire the elves here, he can sleep with the elves, because there is no sloped staircase in this attic, and it is very inconvenient to climb up and down through vertical ladders , if Hino was sleepy, he would squeeze directly beside him and sleep together.

Hino didn't know that the little chubby dragon was so scheming, and he specially selected three or five very quiet and slightly sad bedtime stories. He originally wanted to lull Ilsa to sleep as soon as possible. As he was talking, he became sleepy, so he squeezed into bed and lay next to Ilsa to continue talking.

After telling a sad little mermaid story, Hino muttered softly: "Too persistent may not be able to get the desired result. The mermaid in the story must be very lonely. I would rather promise the witch to become dumb than leave the sea to find happiness. , she has many older sisters, but at the end of the story, she persuaded her to kill her beloved in exchange for her own life, as if no one in this world understood her."

The elf looked a little unhappy, Ilsa stretched out her hand and pulled him closer.

Hino turned to look at Ilsa, and asked seriously: "If we are good friends of the mermaid, how can we persuade the little mermaid to give up the prince?"

"Why did you give up?" Ilsa frowned, and immediately expressed her strong objection: "Persuade the prince to take the mermaid brother away! My brother is already dumb, so what is the prince afraid of? Ask the witch to write a letter of guarantee to the prince, and the certificate will never let the mermaid within three years." Sing, and if you miss the appointment, brother Di Carlo will also compensate the prince."

"Hahahahaha!" The sad atmosphere that Hino had finally brewed was destroyed by the little fat dragon. He turned sideways and covered his stomach and laughed for a while, then turned back to look at the starry sky, and explained calmly: "The story in this story The mermaid is not your Tyrann brother, but a female little mermaid, the prince would not like a male mermaid."

Ilsa was still lying on her side and staring at the elf. Hearing this, she lowered her eyes in doubt and thought for a while, then raised her eyes and asked, "Why?"

"Because boys just like girls, and girls also like boys." Hino said this, and subconsciously observed Ilsa's reaction, but didn't notice that he was so close, his gaze was the same as that of those two eyes. Zitong's focused gazes collided, and Hino's mind went blank for a moment. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes resting on the tip of Ilsa's chin, and continued to explain softly: "Didn't you find that girls like you everywhere? You are so naughty, But no woman ever gets mad at you, does she?"

Ilsa lowered her long eyelashes and thought about it carefully, then nodded.

Hino stuck out the tip of his tongue, and said sourly: "Other boys have to try their best to make the girl happy if they want to get the girl's favor. I have a thin skin, so I probably have no chance."

"How to coax?" Ilsa asked sincerely.

"It's just complimenting her. Some boys are sweet-mouthed, and their shortcomings can be praised as advantages." Hino cleared his throat, imitating a young man he had seen at a ball before complimenting his female partner: "You dance very well. Not bad, it’s not like a girl dancing for the first time, can I ask you to dance again?” Hino returned to his original tone and teased: “That man’s shoes are almost stepped on, and he praised that The girl dances well, all to make her happy."

Ilsa nodded expressionlessly, then suddenly tilted her head, raised her chin slightly, imitating Hino's exaggerated performance and tone just now, lowered her eyes and said to Hino: "Biga baked very well, it doesn't look like The [-]th time to roast the little elf of Biga, can Isa drink another cup of milk from Jonan?"

"Hahahaha!" Hino laughed until he beat the bed, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes and complaining, "Do you still want to sleep tonight! Don't make me laugh!"

Ilsa looked serious: "Ilsa is coaxing Nana, do you like it?"

"Fuck you hahahaha!" Hino was tired from laughing, and fell asleep before entering the part of counting the stars.

Ilsa's plan succeeded, hugged the sweet-smelling elf, and fell asleep in the starlight.

The next day, during afternoon tea time, Louis knocked on Ilsa's door with the elf-flavored biscuits he had successfully developed.