Along the way, there were fine wild flowers, and the grass in the mountains was everywhere, as beautiful as a fairy tale world.

The elf's slender and slender eye feathers blinked, and the ice blue and dark red eyes were filled with a ray of surprise.

...so beautiful.

Fenghua snapped his fingers, and a yellow wild flower suddenly appeared beside her horse's hooves on her white fingertips, and then handed it to Bethel.

"Do you like it?"

The charming voice sounded in Bethel's ears, and the faint fragrance and the heat coming from the red lips made the elf's crystal clear ears dyed a thin scent.

Bethel's eyes were stunned.

The tender yellow wild flowers are very tender in color, with five petals curled up, and the core is slender and soft. They are not as charming as peonies or as charming as roses. In Bethel's eyes, they are better than the prosperous beauty of the world.

Lift up the white and tender little hand and gently take it.

Pinch it in the palm of your hand.

The tender green stems and leaves make the little fingers white and tender.

The elf's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his pupils quietly looked at the tender yellow wildflower.

A little joy filled my heart.

The pink lips are curved in a curve.

Sweet.

"…Thank you, Lord Frances, Bethel likes it very much."

"Ding! The target character Bethel, favorability level 5, strategy completion level 70!"

"Just like it."

Fenghua curled her lips and smiled, holding the well-behaved and cute elf in her arms, and rode her horse to pilgrimage to the Mount.

...

The road ahead of the Holy Mountain is difficult to walk, and Fenghua and Bethel are slowly and slowly, unlike going to kill a dragon, but rather a spring outing.

Those dragon-slaying warriors have long disappeared. I am afraid they will be the last one and cannot save the princess and miss the match with the rich and noble. Therefore, they all roared quickly and rode to the top of the mountain for a while.

It was almost dusk, and the light golden glow was sprinkled, the setting sun was crimson like blood, and the rose-colored smoke in the sky was like a rolling box of a beauty who was knocked down.

After getting off the horse, Fenghua tied the reins under a big tree, set up a bonfire, picked mushrooms in the forest, and cooked a small pot of creamy mushroom soup.

Bethel sniffed the sweet and rich creamy mushroom soup at the tip of his nose and pursed his petal-like lips.

The elves who have always eaten only flowers and drank dew were attracted by a pot of soup and greedy worms in their stomachs and secreted saliva from their mouths.

Bethel swallowed.

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

But--

Bethel's slender eyelashes were gently raised, and his tender and cute voice sounded: "Master Frances, they have all gone up the mountain early. If they rescue the princess, you won't worry..."

There is also leisure and elegance to slowly cook mushroom soup here.

——Okay, the mushroom soup is really delicious.

Although I don't know why Lord Frances wanted to rescue the princess of the Catherland Kingdom, the understanding elf still didn't hide his worries.

Lord Frances was wholeheartedly considering him.

Fenghua stirred the cream mushroom soup with a spoon, and the sound emitted a white mist through the pot. "What are you worried about? Until the last moment, the outcome is unknown. Some people may have gone there and they will die in vain."

She said, serving a bowl and feeding it to the elf's lips.

Bethel licked his pink lips, his eyefelt feathers dyed the faint heat of the creamy mushroom soup, and his ice blue and dark red eyes were shiny.

Delicious.

A bowl of creamy mushroom soup captured the heart of the elf.

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Updated on March 1, 2019.
Chapter completed!