Along the way, there are fine wildflowers and green grass in the mountains, which is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

The elf's thin and slender eyelashes blinked, and the ice blue and dark red pupils were full of surprise.

…… It's beautiful.

Fenghua snapped her fingers, and a yellow wildflower suddenly appeared on her white fingertips by the horse's hooves, and then handed it to Bethel with a slurp.

"Do you like it?"

The gorgeous and seductive voice sounded in Bethel's ears, and the faint fragrance and the heat from the red lips made the tips of the elves' snow-like ears stained with a thin layer of crimson.

Bethel's eyes froze.

The color of the tender yellow wildflowers is very fresh, the five petals are curled, the core is slender and soft, there is no peony of the national color, nor the beauty of roses, but in the eyes of Bethel, but it is better than the beauty of thousands of prosperity in the world.

The white tender little hand was raised and gently took it.

Pinch in the palm of your hand.

The tender green stems and leaves reflect the white and soft little fingers.

The elf's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her eyes looked silently at the brightly colored yellow wildflower.

There was a little joy in my heart.

The corners of the pink lips curved into an arc.

Sweet.

“…… Thanks, Mistress Francis, Betel loves it. ”

"Ding! The target character, Bethel, has +5 friendship and 70 strategy completion!"

"If you like it, it's fine."

Fenghua hooked his lips and smiled, holding a well-behaved and soft elf in his arms, and rode his horse towards the holy mountain.

……

The road ahead of the holy mountain is difficult, Fenghua and Bethel are slow and leisurely, not like going to slay dragons, but a spring outing.

Those dragon-slaying warriors have long been gone, and I am afraid that they will fall on the last one, unable to save the princess, and miss out on the wealth of the sky, so they are all roaring for a moment and riding on the top of the mountain without stopping.

The sky was nearly dusk, sprinkled with pale golden brilliance, the remnant sun was crimson like blood, and the rosy smoke on the horizon was like a rouge box of a beauty that had been overturned.

Dismounted, Fenghua tied the reins under a large tree, set up a bonfire, picked mushrooms in the forest, and cooked a small pot of creamy mushroom soup.

Bethel sniffed the sweet, rich, creamy mushroom soup and pursed her petal-like lips.

The elf, who has always eaten only flowers and drank dew, was aroused by a pot of thick soup, and secreted saliva in his mouth.

Betel swallowed.

…… The soup cooked by Lord Frances is so fragrant.

But—

Bethel's slender eyelashes were raised slightly, and her tender and cute voice sounded: "Lord Frances, they have all gone up the mountain early, in case they rescue the princess, you don't have to worry about it......"

There is also a leisurely and elegant mushroom soup that is slowly boiled here.

- Well, the mushroom soup is really good.

Although she didn't know why Mistress Frances wanted to rescue the princess of the Kingdom of Katherland, the empathetic elf still didn't hide her worries.

Wholeheartedly for his care, Lord Frances.

Fenghua stirred the creamy mushroom soup with a spoon, and his voice came through the white mist emitted from the pot, "What are you worried about, until the last moment, the outcome is unknown, and some people may go and die in vain." ”

She said, took a bowl, and fed it to the elf's lips.

Bethel licked her pink lips, her eyelashes stained with the faint heat of creamy mushroom soup, and her eyes were sparkling with ice blue and dark red.

Delicious.

A bowl of creamy mushroom soup captures the heart of an elf.

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Updated on March 1, 2019.

Asking for a monthly pass on the first day of March, a little cold, good night.