I Killed the Dragon

　　 Bell's house.

　　 Belle took out a book from her bag, her smile turned into surprise.

　　 Although Gray likes to give her gifts, she prefers books to gifts. She thinks this book is more surprising than a bag.

　　 "Thank you, I like it very much."

　　 "Go on!" Gray smiled and nodded to Belle.

　　 "More?" Belle was happier, and put her hand in her bag again, and felt like she was holding a book.

　　 "Why?" Belle showed a look of surprise in her eyes, put the book on the table, put her hand in again, and then took out another book.

　　 Not long after, there were already more than a dozen books on the table, and she was still taking them out continuously.

　　 "Grey tell me, how many books are there?" Belle put down her bag excitedly, threw herself into Gray's arms, and asked excitedly.

　　 Gray hugged her and sat on the recliner he took out, and raised **** mysteriously.

　　 "Two hundred books?" Belle widened her beautiful eyes, and then gave an emotional kiss, "God, I love you so much."

　　 After a ten-minute eloquence contest, Gray looked down at Belle’s watery eyes, "My dear, this is the list of books in it. You can get the book you want according to your own heart."

　　 Belle took the list, sat on Gray's lap and began to take the books from it. Not long after, she took out the two hundred books.

　　 "I want to make a notebook to record the books I have collected and the books I have read, so that I will know which one to take out next time." Belle calculated and got up to find the notebook.

　　 But it took a few days for His Majesty the King to have a chance to feel her soft body again. He was naturally reluctant to let it go, and took out a beautiful blank notebook from his backpack.

　　 "Maybe you can name it Belle's book catalog." Gray smiled.

　　 "Let me go, I want to write down the name of each book." Belle tried to free his arm.

　　 "Isn't there a list? Just clip it into the notebook."

　　 "No, I want to read one by one, so that the memory will be deeper, so that I know which one to read next time."

"All right, but just write it here." Gray grabbed Belle's hand and placed it on his chest with the notebook, pointing his finger at the bag, and books popped out of the bag. People pass by, waiting for Belle to record.

Belle stared into his eyes for two seconds, and reluctantly surrendered, she sat on his lap, taped the notebook to his chest and began to record. Sometimes she wanted to open it, and she only had to wave it at the book. With the tip of the pen, the book will open on its own, then close it when she doesn’t need it, and then jump into the bag.

　　 After working tirelessly to record the names and general information of two hundred books, Belle also felt a little sore in her arm and a little tired in spirit.

　　 But Gray closed his eyes and started sleeping. Belle sighed, rubbed his wrists, hugged his waist, leaned his head against his chest, and began to rest.

　　 She felt that Gray had a faint scent, which was very slight but very comfortable, which allowed her to relax her brain and soon fell asleep.

"Ok?"

　　 Belle feels dazedly that something is kicking on her face, like a finger poking her face.

　　Thinking that Gray was teasing herself, Belle opened her eyes and saw that it was not, but a little foot, an elf.

　　 She didn't know when she also ran here to sleep, but she still kicked her face with her feet unsteadily.

　　 Carefully pulled Gray's hand away, Belle was about to get up, but couldn't pull it.

　　 "I'm going to cook." Belle whispered, knowing that the person who pretended to sleep could hear it.

　　 Gray opened his eyes as expected, picked up a piece of fruit from the side, and said without shame, "I can make a dinner with this."

　　 "Of course, you are so magical, but I want to cook you a dinner myself."

　　 "I mean no magic." Gray smiled mysteriously.

　　 "How can it be possible without magic?" Belle's beautiful eyes widened a bit, expressing her disbelief. If it is possible with magic, even Gray would not be able to make a dinner with an apple without magic.

　　 Looking at the cute beauty, Gray said that of course it is possible, otherwise he would make a bet.

　　 Belle, who is sure that the other party must have no chance, will naturally not be afraid. If he says to bet, he will bet, betting that he will not be able to do it, it is bluffing.

　　 "I'm optimistic!" Gray showed the expression of the bait of the prey, although there is no stake, but fun is enough.

　　 picked up the fruit in his hand, and Gray suddenly threw the fruit towards the corner.

　　 In Belle's questioning eyes, the fruit slammed on Miss Witch's head, and Miss Witch wandering in the ocean of knowledge woke up, raised her head, and looked innocently.

　　 "Go cook." Gray commanded with a serious face, "Don't forget that you are a maid, and you must do your essential work."

　　 Feeling the suppression in the brain, the witch girl gritted her teeth, slapped her teeth, replayed the wizard's manual, and stomped her feet towards the kitchen.

　　 "Is this what you said to make a dinner with a piece of fruit?" Belle stared at him incredulously.

　　 Gray was not a little embarrassed, "Is there anything wrong?"

　　 And Agat, in addition to assisting him in researching beasts in the castle these days, is learning to cook in the kitchen, learning to make tea with Mrs. Teapot, learning cleaning with other furniture, and learning to serve the owner.

　　 In short, under Gray's training, Miss Witch is striding forward in the direction of a qualified maid, and she can't be troubled by a mere dinner.

　　 "You are cheating." Belle was not convinced. How could this method be regarded as making a dinner with a piece of fruit? If that were the case, she could make a dinner with one sentence.

　　 Miss Witch walked into the kitchen, and after a glance, a few petals fell, and the tableware in the kitchen started to cook automatically.

　　 nodded, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, took the manual, and walked into the kitchen again. Although she didn't need to do it, but since Gray didn't allow her to reveal her identity as a witch, just pretend.

　　 There is no difference between reading in the kitchen and reading in the living room.

　　 "I'll go help her, she may be too busy alone." Belle said.

　　 "Don't worry, she can do it well, trust her." Gray shook his head and reached out to call for the bag, "Let's read a book together."

　　 "Is this a magic bag?" Belle later realized that ~www.readwn.com~ had been attracted by books before, but didn't notice that the bag that can hold so many books is an unusual bag.

　　 His Majesty the King smiled triumphantly, "I made this bag myself. It has a wardrobe the size of a closet and can hold hundreds of books."

　　 He used magic to expand the inner space of the bag, and then used dust removal magic, waterproof magic, weight reduction magic, curing magic and other magic on it, which is barely a space bag.

　　 Although there were two hundred books in it, weighing several tens of kilograms, Belle couldn't feel the weight of the bag at all, as if she was carrying only an empty bag.

　　 "Of course, you can also install other things, some small jewelry, jewelry, etc."

"No, I want to fill it with books." Belle shook her head firmly, stood up and walked to a temporary bookshelf, and put many books on it into her bag, leaving only a few books on it. She was watching.

　　 "Grey, how come you have so many books?" After calming down, Belle returned to normal from the ecstasy of getting a large number of books and began to think rationally.

　　 "Mr. Beast is only poor with books. I have to let him pay me with books." Gray said lightly.

　　 "How can this be, you should ask for something for yourself." Belle knew very well that Gray only wanted books for herself. Although she was very moved, she still hoped that he would consider himself.

　　 Books can still be bought with money, but there is only one credit for helping the beast return to normal, and this will at least give him a title.