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

"Who is it?" Although Di Carlo no longer belonged to the Black Forest, he was very concerned about the reputation of being the number one archer in the Black Forest. He immediately put down his fork and stared at Shino with a pair of light green eyes.

Hino can't mention Beimo's name. At this moment, Beimo should be an ordinary elf child. Predicting the future may affect Beimo's choice of the future, so he can only answer calmly: "It's one of the legends in the Black Forest Hero Archer, you probably haven’t heard of it, let’s have breakfast, didn’t you say that you will go to explore the surrounding terrain at dawn?”

"It turned out to be a legend." Di Carlo calmly picked up the fork and said proudly: "Instead of worshiping a legendary hero, you might as well worship a Black Forest archer who has been able to harvest Black Forest archers every year since he was 12 years old." Laureate Genius."

Hino pursed his lips amused by his embarrassing appearance, and deliberately pretended not to understand: "Oh? Who is so powerful?"

Di Carlo immediately straightened his back, cleared his throat, turned his head and winked at Hino proudly, expressing that he was the talented archer.

Hino deliberately teased him: "Could it be our lord?"

"Of course not! At most, his attack power in the ultra-long-range range is slightly better than mine. Compared with the speed and accuracy of the arrow, it depends on me."

Hino admitted with a smile: "You are indeed pretty good."

Di Carlo lowered his head and raised his eyes and reminded the blond elf seriously: "Remove the word 'kinda', you should see me in the final round of the competition every year, unless you were eliminated in the first few rounds."

"..." Mentioning this, Hino felt a little lost.

The elves have the most powerful ultra-long-range dynamic vision among the seven races, and bows and arrows are almost the most suitable weapons for them. Every elf takes this combat power very seriously, and Hino is no exception.

But since the incident at the age of nine, every time when the elders were present, as long as Hino showed a little agitation or belligerence...then every pair of eyes around him would look at him.

The kind of eyes that observe aliens with curiosity and alienation.

That look made the young Hino feel that his world was cut off from all his companions.

The lord's words always echoed in his mind when he felt at a loss - "Xinuo doesn't belong here, send him to where he should go."

It was also from then on that Hino began to imprison himself with multiple disguises.

Where there are elders, other elf children are always happy and free, but he observes every move of other children, and then begins to imitate poorly.

As for the bow and arrow competition that all the elves are most passionate about, Hino will deliberately shoot sideways in the first round, hiding even the slightest bit of strength to avoid attracting attention.

An elf who has never had any proud moments since childhood, is so ordinary that it is boring.

I don't know why Shenshi chose him, but this is the greatest opportunity in his life. As long as the disaster is reversed, he will become a hero of the elves, and all elves will no longer suspect that he is a different kind.

He can suppress his inner feelings all the time without trembling.

You don't have to be lonely and confused.

"Oh, oh! Oh, oh!"

The cry of the cub in his arms brought Xinuo back to his senses, and he lowered his head to see the cub tiptoeing on his lap, trying to stretch out its short hand, trying to grab the silver spoon on the table.

Hino took a deep breath, suppressed the sudden surge of sorrow, raised his hand to pick up the spoon expressionlessly, and sent it to the cub's chubby paw.

The cub was stunned holding the spoon, as if he suddenly forgot what to do with the spoon.

It turned its head, raised its fat head with difficulty and looked at Shino behind him, then lowered its head to look at Shino's hand, then carefully stuffed the spoon in its claws into Shino's hand, and finally threw it into Shino's arms. Lie down, eyes full of anticipation.

It was a ready-to-feed gesture.

Cubs don't know how to use spoons.

"Tch..." Hino burst out laughing, the emotions that were hard to swallow were suddenly dispelled by this silly little chubby dragon.

He hugged the cub with one arm, adjusted the angle, and began to concentrate on feeding it with milk-soaked pastries with a spoon.

Regardless of his own hunger, he patiently rubbed the cub's belly after feeding him breakfast. This gave Xinuo an indescribable peace of mind.

It seems that this cub is so helpless, it doesn’t understand anything, it’s full of confusion about this strange world, it even has to find a corner to huddle up in a corner to sleep, and pins its reliance on Hino, which spans hundreds of years. On the elf who came to hunt it down.

It was so lonely and needed him so much, which made Shino feel at ease.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems wrong.

It was the need that he needed it so much.

Lonely, out of place, and unwanted, has always been Hino, the unqualified elf.

Hino lowered his head and stared at the cub in a daze. After a long time, he slowly bent over and hugged it into his arms, avoiding the sharp horns of the little dragon on top of its head with his cheeks, and gently rubbed against its head.

That peaceful sense of happiness swept through his body again.

It was as if there was a ray of light illuminating the dark corner where Hino had been disguised for many years.

He saw the passionate nine-year-old elf who was imprisoned deep in his heart suddenly raised his head, and long-lost curiosity and hope appeared in his confused eyes.

The moment he collided with the eyes of those eyes deep in his heart, Hino suddenly felt a powerful force rushing into the sacred stone in his arms from all directions.

This force reminded Shino of his mission suddenly.

500 years later, the creatures of the seven races are waiting for him to save, and his task is to kill the young Ilsa.

Shino hurriedly let go of the soft and milky cub in his arms as if he was being burned.

The ray of light in my heart was extinguished, and the peace and happiness disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Di Carlo looked at Hino curiously while eating the pastry: "Is this dragon cub hot?"

Hino smiled awkwardly, took a casual bite of breakfast, picked up the cub, and went out with Di Carlo to explore the manor.

Pastor Hobson did not restrict their freedom, and even allowed them to leave the manor, but he was not allowed to leave with the dragon cubs.

Hobson's sneak attack that day inspired the first protective barrier of the high priest of the blue night. It may be that he realized that the power of the witch clan on Hino was extraordinary, so he did not act rashly.

But it is impossible for Hobson to really send someone to the palace to invite messengers to pick up the young dragon. He must have some kind of conspiracy.

"The guards in this manor don't seem to be very strict." Di Carlo whispered a little excitedly.

"It's daytime." Hino didn't dare to take it lightly: "At night, there may be more guards."

The two watched all the way to the small garden behind the building, and heard a child's groaning begging for mercy from a distance.

Di Carlo immediately cheered up, grabbed his bow and arrow and quickened his pace, and walked towards the group of people not far away.

Hino had nothing to do with this elf's nosy personality, so he could only quickly follow with the cub in his arms.

It was a group of teenage boys beating up a boy of the same age.

The child who was beaten was dressed as a servant, probably from the Tomi tribe, and the boys who scolded and kicked him were all tall and strong.

When the tall boy in the lead bent over and pulled up the collar of the beaten boy, his fist suddenly turned a blue-gray rock-like color. He should be a child of the troll tribe.

"Stop beating, please!" The boy who was beaten was bruised and swollen, holding his head and begging for mercy: "I thought you were already full. There are a few cakes on the dinner plate that haven't been touched. It's a pity to throw them away..."

"Even if you throw it away, it's not your share! Understand?" The troll boy fiercely pulled up his collar, stared at him fiercely, his nose almost touching him: "What I have eaten, Don't allow you, a lowly Tuomi tribe, to be contaminated!"

"Why?" DiCarlo yelled pretending to be puzzled, and walked forward with a bow to taunt: "Are you afraid that your bad breath will be discovered by this child?"

This yelling almost stabbed a hornet's nest, and the five tall boys all looked at Di Carlo.

"Are you looking for death?" The leading boy let go of the Tomi child on the ground, got up and approached Di Carlo: "Who are you? Don't you know me?"

"Is it a new Tomi servant?" a boy behind him guessed.

"Look at his pointed ears! An elf!"

"There's an elf behind him." The boys excitedly

"It's so beautiful! I want the blonde one in the back!"

"Idiot, that's a male elf, they look like this regardless of gender."

DeCaro interrupted their discussion loudly: "I am your lord Hobson's distinguished guest. After breakfast, come to the garden for a walk. Don't disturb my cleanliness. Get out of here."

The boys looked at him suspiciously.

"There is no guest who claims to be a guest!" A boy finally found out what was wrong.

"Don't all the elves live on the Donahado Peninsula? What do you want to do in our territory!"

"Traveling the mountains and rivers!" DiCaro laughed, "Don't worry, not every race is like your trolls, who like to pee everywhere and take up space."

"Are you looking for death! The pointy-eared monster!" The boy at the head was furious instantly, rolled up his sleeves and surrounded Di Carlo with a murderous look.

Hino frowned, and quickly stepped forward to stop DeCarro from further irritating them, but DiCarlo suddenly turned around, grabbed the baby dragon from Hino's arms, and raised the chubby dragon towards several troll boys. Du's dragon cub, confidently waiting for a group of bad kids to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The dragon family is the nemesis of the combat system, and this truth has been confirmed in the last fight with the troll.

Seeing the silver-haired elf suddenly lift up a purple ball, the boys thought he was about to throw it at it, so they immediately stopped vigilantly, but saw that what the silver-haired elf was holding seemed to be a cub of a wild beast.

Purple cub?Such beasts had not been seen in the nearby forests.

"What is that? Why did he hold it up?" A boy asked suspiciously.

Did not see the look of fear on the faces of the bad boys, Di Carlo hastily reminded: "Look carefully!"

The boys looked at Di Carlo silently, then at the fat cub in his hand, and whispered doubtfully: "I heard that the elves have abnormal brains and never intentionally cause trouble. This guy may just want to come to us. Show off the strange beasts he brought from the Black Forest."

"..." Hino stared at Di Carlo's embarrassing back with a look of disgust.

"Scream, little fat man!" DiCaro hurriedly carried the cubs that were raised above his head back into his arms, and eagerly instructed: "Talk to them quickly, spread the dragon wings, and flick your tail like last time!"

The cub raised his head to look at Di Carlo, then lowered his head and continued to be in a daze, but soon began to struggle with his short legs, and kept turning his head to look at Shino. Di Carlo had many calluses on his hands. It was uncomfortable to hold it, and it wanted to go back to Hino's arms.

"You spread the dragon wings and show them first." Di Carlo seriously discussed with the little fat dragon: "I'll feed you a can of milk when I go back later, how about it?"

The cub struggled even harder, falling down with all his strength, his double chin was squeezed out, and disgust was written all over his face.

"Elves really have brain problems." The group of bad boys on the opposite side came to a conclusion.

Another boy sneered: "Isn't it just a fatter purple cub? What's there to show off? There are many rare and exotic animals on Mount Yorvia. There is a blue squirrel bear whose hands are bigger than his when he was just born. The one in here is still fat!"