I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 282: Is there a need to be so surprised?
In his heart, Eric always considered himself a human. Seeing Evan and Arthur with the appearance of teenagers, he felt very close to them.
Even though Evan always acted very maturely, unlike a teenager, Eric treated him as a peer. And because they were in human form, he felt closer to them in his heart. Who would have thought...
Hearing Eric ask this question, the smile on Evan’s face also stiffened: "Actually, in our Elf race, my age is not considered very old..."
"Arthur is a Dragon; is he even older?" Eric asked curiously.
"Dragons take a hundred years just to hatch from an egg. Arthur is the youngest on Dragon Island, but he is also several hundred years old." Mentioning the Dragon race, Evan’s eyes were full of disdain.
Several hundred years old would be ancestor-level in the beastman tribes, but in the long-lived Elf and Dragon races, several hundred years old was probably just reaching adulthood.
Everything today was too shocking. Eric felt his head spinning a bit and lay down on the wooden bed tiredly: "Sigh, let’s sleep, let’s sleep. Let’s talk about the rest later; I’m exhausted."
Evan quietly raised the corner of his mouth. Eric’s reaction after knowing the truth was much better than he imagined, and he didn’t intend to chase Evan out.
He turned over to lie on the other side. Although there were two children between them, he could still see Eric in the dark. Eric said he was tired and wanted to sleep, but his eyes were still open, seemingly thinking about something.
Elves and beastmen were enemies. Knowing there was an Elf in the house and having lived together for so long, Eric must be feeling very conflicted. Evan also sighed gently.
Eric tossed and turned all night, only falling asleep when the sky was just turning bright.
His dreams were chaotic. Sometimes he dreamed of Arthur suddenly turning into a fierce dragon from fairy tales, chasing his butt and breathing fire. Other times he dreamed of a group of Elves demanding he return their prince...
"Eric?"
A call woke Eric from his nightmare. He sat up abruptly, panting, wiping cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.
"You startled me. Had a nightmare? Well, it makes sense. A child seeing a battle scene for the first time, having nightmares is normal. Hahaha, I thought Eric had big guts."
Michael’s voice came from behind. Eric turned his head and realized that at some point, Michael had entered the room and was looking at him with smiling eyes. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Eric couldn’t very well retort that he didn’t have a nightmare because he saw them fighting. After all, Arthur and Evan’s identities were very special. As a transmigrator with strong acceptance capabilities, even he barely accepted it. Snow Wolves would find it hard to accept. It was better not to let them fight right here; it wouldn’t be good for anyone to get hurt.
Most importantly, Evan could use forbidden techniques. His own tribesmen would only suffer in a confrontation.
"Michael, why are you here?" Eric breathed a sigh of relief and asked.
Michael found Eric’s towel, scooped some water into a basin, wet the towel, and handed it to him:
"Wipe your face first. The captain of the Elf group captured yesterday has woken up. Max and Thomas have taken everyone over there; they are just waiting for you."
"Is it Pepsi? Okay, I’ll wash my face and come right away." Eric wiped his face to wake up, climbed down from the bed, and went to wash up.
"Smells so good. Did Michael bring me pumpkin porridge? But this smell..." Eric sniffed the air while washing his face.
Michael pointed to the kitchen outside: "Evan didn’t go out today; he cooked porridge for you."
No wonder he smelled the creamy aroma of ice cream. Eric twitched his mouth, remembering last night when he learned Evan would secretly put ice cream in the pumpkin porridge, while he cooked it himself and put whatever in, it never had that rich taste...
Truly devious.
"Hey, didn’t you two usually go out early to practice magic? If you don’t go, fine, but why didn’t Evan go out either? I saw he was very diligent recently, going out to practice every day." Michael asked curiously.
Evan just happened to walk in carrying a pot of pumpkin porridge. The porridge was golden, with small pieces of pumpkin stewed until soft on top:
"I heard you caught Elves. I also know nature magic, so naturally, I’m curious about Elves."
This reason was quite convincing. Snow Wolves would also be curious about strong people. Michael didn’t ask further.
Unknowingly, Leo had run out to play, bringing A Mat along. Eric left some pumpkin porridge for them, hurriedly ate a bowl himself, and then went to the Elves’ tent.
When the Elves were brought back, Eric was still in a coma.
Thomas and Max must have discussed it and arranged for them to stay here. These tents were originally set up for the Dwarves to stay temporarily; no one expected they could still be used now.
Max and Thomas were waiting in the tent. Joseph and Luban had gone on a "business trip" to the Gray tribe. The other Dwarves were too lazy to care about these matters and pushed Bruno, who had a good relationship with Joseph, to represent them. At this moment, Bruno was standing there with a gloomy face.
After all, the Elves coming here besides looking for some prince, certainly had other purposes, such as coming to the Du tribe to collect taxes. But the Du tribe happened to have merged with the Snow Wolves. Leading the Elves here, and then detecting fluctuations of nature magic, caused a disaster.
"Sigh, tell me, couldn’t you speak properly? You’re full of murderous intent every day. Our Eric knows nature magic, what’s so strange about that? Coming to cause trouble without asking clearly."
Pepsi, tied up and sitting there, was as tall as Bruno standing. He was listening to Bruno’s nagging with annoyance. If his mouth hadn’t been gagged by a branch, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to endure it for so long.
Eric looked at his murderous expression. If Pepsi could act now, he would surely shoot Bruno into the sky.
He and Michael lifted the animal skin curtain and walked in, seeing such a scene. Evan followed behind them.
More than a dozen Elves - except for the heavily injured one who was still in a coma - were all awake. They maintained the posture of being tied tightly by branches, sitting on the ground. At this moment, their eyes all focused on Eric’s group.
The Elves first widened their eyes in surprise. Their suspicious gazes swept over Evan, and they couldn’t help looking at each other, all extremely horrified.
Especially the leader, Pepsi. A look of surprise and ’as expected’ flashed in his eyes. However, after observing for a while, no matter how he looked, the other party was a human. The group of Elves couldn’t help but want to struggle free to ask clearly.
Eric knew in his heart that the abnormal reaction of these Elves was because they saw Evan. The others didn’t know.
"Why can’t Snow Wolves know magic? Is there a need to be so surprised?"
Michael completely forgot how surprised he was when he first saw Eric cast magic, snorting at the Elves’ reaction with disdain.
His words reminded the Elves. The group of Elves focused their eyes on Eric again. Those eyes were complicated and incomprehensible, full of shock, confusion, and disbelief.
Pepsi looked at Evan, then looked at Eric standing close to Evan, his head full of question marks.
