I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 284: Making Elves Plow the Fields

"No need for compensation. You just need to restore the destroyed fields. However, there is one requirement: you cannot use magic."

Eric suppressed a mischievous smile and said.

The Elves’ faces turned green and white. Pepsi gritted his teeth and said: "No problem." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The other Elves couldn’t voice any objections and could only take a deep breath in anger.

Michael almost laughed out loud. Max and Thomas’s eyes were also full of laughter.

Evan looked helplessly at Eric in front of him. This brat really had many tricks. The Elf race had always valued appearance. Eric forcing them not to use magic to restore the fields meant they could only use plows to till the land like beastmen...

In the tribe, besides the large plows specially used by beastmen, there were only the kind used by Dwarves. Even a person of Eric’s height found them strenuous to use. Evan found it very hard to imagine a group of Elves pulling this kind of plow in the fields...

Thinking about it, the Dwarves definitely wouldn’t make a batch of new plows specially for the Elves. Evan swept a sympathetic glance over his kin, retracting it in time before being discovered, avoiding eye contact with the other Elves.

Originally, Thomas felt this group of Elves was a bit difficult to deal with. They couldn’t fight them anymore, and demanding compensation didn’t feel satisfying. But this idea Eric proposed was both relieving and justifiable. Thomas was very happy.

They should torment these Elves a bit so they wouldn’t be arrogant. Their haughty appearance made people’s teeth itch just looking at them.

But it was also very surprising that the Elves agreed to this request so quickly. One must know that Elves cared most about face. Even if they were at fault, they wouldn’t comply so easily - first bowing to apologize, and then agreeing to the request to repair the fields immediately. Thomas was also a bit confused.

Max glanced at "Evan" without changing his expression. Just now, the Elves’ faces were so surprised; it definitely wasn’t only because Eric knew magic. A few doubts arose in his eyes.

"You rest first. You can stay in this tent. Tomorrow, Bruno will bring you farm tools." Eric was afraid staying too long would reveal flaws, so he intended to leave.

Dwarves didn’t have a good impression of Elves. Bruno had been forced to take the job, but hearing this, he said happily:

"Alright, I guarantee I’ll bring them first thing tomorrow morning. I definitely won’t be late."

"Right." Eric suddenly pulled back a foot that had already stepped out the door: "Did you come to collect taxes from the Dwarves? Uh, can you carry it? Bruno has the warehouse key; find him to get it when you leave."

Pepsi had forgotten about this. Originally, Elves didn’t value weapons and props made by Dwarves as much as the Golden Kingdom did. Unless it was a divine artifact, other things weren’t worth the Elves’ concern.

If this cunning and mean little brat in front of him hadn’t mentioned it, he would have forgotten. He wouldn’t know how to explain it when he returned.

"Right, may I ask, why do Dwarves appear in a Snow Wolf tribe?" Pepsi asked suspiciously.

Eric scratched his head and recounted the reason for the Du tribe merging into the Snow Wolf tribe once more.

He had seen that the Elves’ attitude towards Dwarves was different from the Golden Kingdom. He feared that if it weren’t for causing trouble for beastmen, Elves wouldn’t bother with Dwarves at all.

Moreover, although Dwarves couldn’t help Elves much, if the Golden Kingdom monopolized all the Dwarves, it would be like giving a tiger wings, increasing the threat to the Elves day by day.

Who told beastmen to be naturally resistant to magic? If it weren’t for nature magic being able to control plants and Elf archery having extremely strong penetration, it would really be hard to resist.

In short, if the Du tribe’s Dwarves fell into the Golden Kingdom’s hands, the Elves would definitely intervene. But now that the Snow Wolf tribe had taken in the Dwarves, and the Snow Wolves were hostile to the Golden Kingdom, the Elves didn’t mind them taking in the Dwarves.

Furthermore... Pepsi glanced at Evan, who pretended nothing was happening, and tried to force a stiff smile:

"Okay, when we leave, we will find him to get the things. We brought spatial bracelets, so we can carry them."

Wow, they even have spatial bracelets. Eric thought the Elf race having a divine artifact that could store items was already impressive. Elves were truly rich; just going to collect taxes, they brought spatial props.

Even as someone from another world, he could guess that spatial props were definitely expensive. The Halun merchant group was already one of the top merchant groups in strength, yet they still needed magical beasts to pull carts to transport goods. Of course, whether the chairman and others privately owned some, Eric didn’t know.

No wonder the Halun merchant group, after failing in the struggle with the Victor merchant group, was assigned to trade with the Golden Kingdom. The Elf race was so wealthy; trading anything with them was easy to sell.

The Golden Kingdom was different. It hadn’t been established for long, and it relied on human taxes to survive. The items available for exchange were only slightly better than those of the scattered beastman tribes.

Eric was red-eyed with jealousy, silently lamenting his own poverty for a long time before leaving dejectedly.

Not knowing why he suddenly became depressed, Max held his hand as they walked. Eric finally came back to his senses.

"I’m fine."

Meeting Max’s worried gaze, he didn’t dare say he was actually coveting their spatial props:

"It’s fortunate the Elves didn’t make a big deal out of Dwarves and Snow Wolves living together."

Thomas followed behind, stroking his chin in thought: "Elves are so strange. Before, they were so arrogant. Why are they so easy to talk to today?"

"Indeed, it is strange. When fighting, they wanted to hit without saying a word. Now..." Michael frowned in thought. If the Elves had been mocked by him like that before, they would have fought back long ago.

Eric didn’t want them to think deeply about this matter and quickly changed the subject:

"Isn’t this a good thing? This way we don’t need to worry about causing a war again. This time, the matter of the Du tribe merging into our tribe can be considered over. Neither the Golden Kingdom nor the Elves are pursuing it. We won’t need to worry about this in the future."

Thomas laughed loudly:

"Eric is right; this is good news. Since the Elves have a good attitude, and our warriors only suffered superficial injuries, let Sam bring them some food from the canteen. I originally planned to starve them for a few meals if the Elves continued to cause trouble."

Unexpectedly, Thomas was quite shrewd. Eric laughed secretly, stealing a glance at Evan’s expression.

Although these Elves trespassed on his home territory and injured Snow Wolves, out of respect for Evan, Eric wouldn’t make things too difficult for them. Teasing these Elves by making them use farm tools to plow without magic to let his tribesmen vent their anger was enough.

Balu and Kiet were worried that Snow Wolves and Elves couldn’t talk to each other. The Elf race had always been arrogant and looked down on beastmen. If the Snow Wolves got angry and attacked, it would be troublesome. The two people from the Ox-Head tribe had also come nearby, perking up their ears to listen to the movement.

Seeing them come out and not hearing any cursing, the two finally felt relieved.

The Ox-Head tribe didn’t participate in wars and maintained neutrality, but in their hearts, they always favored beastmen. Naturally, they didn’t want the Snow Wolves to cause trouble and bring disaster to the tribe.