I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 309: The Stupid Dragon Never Remembers
"How are you doing here? Did you learn anything?" Eric lifted the kitchen curtain and walked in.
Like an elementary school student waiting for parental praise, Arthur patted his chest proudly:
"Of course, I learned how to knead dough and can even make noodles!"
It seemed the results weren’t bad. Unexpectedly, sending him to the cafeteria was the right decision. Eric was slightly surprised.
Sam was busy beside the stove, sometimes chopping vegetables, sometimes kneading dough, his mouth unable to stop complaining to Eric:
"Why didn’t you tell Eric how many bowls you broke and how many basins of our cafeteria you ruined..."
Arthur smiled foolishly and scratched his head guiltily.
Originally, Sam intended to let him help wash dishes because learning to cook wasn’t something done in a day or two. Arthur, although a glutton, had no talent for cooking.
But the destructive power of this guy was truly amazing. No matter how careful, the bowl in his hand seemed to be greased; washing a basin meant breaking half a basin, causing Jessica to scream in heartache to stop.
Their Snow Wolf people and Horned Goat people could already be called clumsy, but unexpectedly there was someone even worse than them. This also opened the eyes of everyone in the cafeteria.
Anna, with a hot temper, almost couldn’t resist using her fist to knock his head. If not for seeing that Arthur was a "fragile" human, Wind wouldn’t have bothered to stop her...
After experiencing chopping vegetables and smashing the cutting board, stir-frying and breaking the spatula, and almost punching through the bottom of the pot, everyone discussed for a while and decided to let him go knead dough.
Although it also cost quite a few basins, it was better than doing other things after all. Who told Eric to hand Arthur over to them?
Thinking of this, Sam’s resentful gaze swept over, making Eric feel a burst of guilt.
"Ahem, everyone has worked hard. I will compensate for the broken items in the cafeteria..."
Before he finished speaking, he dragged Arthur and ran for his life from everyone’s reproachful gazes.
Until they ran out of the tribe, Eric found a quiet forest. Because he ran too fast, he panted:
"Ar... Arthur, how do you feel your body is recently?"
Arthur was a bit dazed and touched his body: "Very good, not injured anywhere. Are you worried about me?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
He asked a bit shyly.
"Geez, you dummy, still haven’t remembered anything?" Eric looked at Arthur with pitying eyes and asked, shaking his head.
Mentioning memory, Arthur was also a bit distressed. He touched his head and carefully recalled for a while:
"I only dreamt of a dark cave, and a pile of gold coins and jewels. I don’t know if it’s related to my memory. I even asked Bruno; he said if this dream is my memory, then I might be a pirate..."
Hearing this, Eric really couldn’t help holding his belly and laughing. This guy was stupidly cute.
"Then am I really a Dragon tribe member? Then why do I only have this memory?" Arthur saw Eric holding his belly laughing and said resentfully.
Eric had only seen this situation in TV dramas. According to those melodramatic plots, Arthur should have remembered the most important memory, wasn’t it some dragon white moonlight, or some relative? Why could this fool only dream of gold coins? Could it be he was a money-grubbing dragon?
Very likely. Eric stroked his chin and looked Arthur up and down with strange eyes.
"What’s wrong?" Being looked at by him until his whole body felt unnatural, Arthur couldn’t help asking.
Evan could already turn back into an Elf, so there was no reason Arthur wouldn’t have any changes. Eric walked around him for a lap and didn’t discover anything, becoming even more puzzled.
Thinking for a moment, a thought flashed in his mind, and he opened his mouth: "Arthur, try breathing fire towards over there. See if you can stimulate the body to change."
Arthur listened to him the most. Hearing this, he didn’t hesitate and opened his mouth to breathe fire towards an empty patch of grass Eric pointed at.
With a "poof" sound, a large flame spewed from his mouth. Almost instantly, that patch of grass was burned into a black patch; even the soil was baked by the high temperature until it cracked.
This was still Arthur controlling the range and not spreading it; otherwise, this whole forest would definitely be burned to ash. Even so, the fire was getting fiercer and looking like it was about to spread to places further away. Eric hurriedly cast water magic, just managing to extinguish the fire.
Arthur had stopped the action of breathing fire long ago: "Actually, I can retract the fire."
"Then why didn’t you say so earlier?" Eric stopped casting magic, his forehead full of black lines.
Saying that, he walked in front of Arthur, looked up at the layers of scales appearing on his head, and said in confusion: "Why can you still only recover part of the original form? When can you completely recover the appearance of the Dragon tribe? Evan has already turned back to his original form."
Hearing Evan’s name, Arthur, even though he hadn’t remembered anything, instinctively started to pout.
Eric found it funny; he didn’t know what grudge these two had, hating each other so much even with memory loss. Recovering memories would definitely lead to a big fight.
Thinking of this, he had a headache again. He hoped when Arthur recovered his memory, Evan wouldn’t be here; his tribe couldn’t stand these two causing trouble.
"Then if I don’t recover memory, can I stay here forever?" Arthur suddenly lowered his head, his voice whispering.
When he first picked him up, Eric remembered this guy was nearly his height, looking like a teenager. In just a short time, he was a head taller than him.
Fortunately, beastmen weren’t sensitive to human appearance. One meter seven and one meter eight were both short in their eyes, and no one paid special attention to this issue of theirs, so they weren’t exposed.
Otherwise, a Dragon tribe member, an Elf; if the clansmen knew their identities, the attitude would definitely not be so mild.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Wait until you recover your memory, you will definitely miss your parents and clansmen. But even if you turn back into the Dragon tribe, if you want to come, this place always welcomes you." Eric poked his forehead.
But absolutely don’t come in dragon form; otherwise, Eric couldn’t guarantee whether the clansmen would be furious. He still wasn’t ready to clarify the identities of these two.
Since Arthur still hadn’t turned back to the Dragon tribe state, Eric didn’t force him. Saying too much to an amnesiac wouldn’t arouse fighting spirit either.
Evan originally had memories, naturally anxious to turn back into an Elf’s form, so he practiced magic very hard.
But Arthur was different. This guy didn’t remember relatives or friends and was quite happy in the Hadu tribe. Hoping he would suddenly strive to cultivate was impossible; asking him to go learn kneading dough was met with more enthusiasm than cultivation.
Whatever, the lifespan of the Dragon tribe was very long; maybe a nap took several years. Perhaps Arthur going missing from Dragon Island was just a small matter. Eric comforted himself in his heart and led Arthur back to the tribe. Take it slowly; rushing wouldn’t work.
"Eric, where did you guys go? We came back and saw fire over there; originally we thought it was caused by magic beasts. It looks like you were practicing magic?"
In the cafeteria, the warriors had returned, and Kevin ran over cheerfully to ask.
Michael had an unpredictable smile hanging on the corner of his mouth; his gaze swept between Arthur and Max, the amusement in his eyes deepening.
"Uh, right, I went to practice fire magic and brought Arthur along to make it convenient to run away; he runs fast." Eric lied casually, feeling a bit guilty in his heart, but that feeling was quickly brushed aside by him.
