I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 319: Dragon-Sick

"This makes delicious dumplings! Everyone dig a lot; we will eat dumplings when we get back!" Eric happily raised the shepherd’s purse in his hand, speaking to the group of kids.

Leo walked right behind him, with Honey lazily picking flowers beside him. The boy asked in confusion:

"Big brother, but there are many types of grass here that look exactly like the one in your hand..."

This was the disadvantage of shepherd’s purse; its shape was too easily confused with other plants.

According to what Eric knew, there were at least five or six types of plants with similar shapes.

He patiently brought the shepherd’s purse in his hand in front of Leo for the boy to examine closely, and lectured the boy on a few characteristics of this vegetable.

Spring gives birth to all things; there are many delicacies. Eric remembered deep in that forest there was a bamboo forest; the tribe’s bamboo tubes were cut from there. Perhaps there were already many bamboo shoots to eat now.

Each bamboo joint made into a tube could hold more than thirty catties of stuff; one could imagine how tall the bamboo was. He wondered if its shoots were big. One shoot could probably stir-fry a large plate (the super-large plate type of the Snow Wolf people).

Bamboo shoots were a very popular vegetable in his previous life; surely strictly speaking, it was no exception here. Stir-fried or cooked in soup, they were very delicious. One could also make pickled chili bamboo shoots; the sour and spicy taste was great for snacking.

It was just that the bamboo forest was deep in the mountains. Although the Hadu tribe’s territory didn’t have high-level magical beasts, it wasn’t completely safe. Eric worried that with such a group of children, he alone couldn’t protect them all, so he planned to call the idle Arthur to come along.

Arthur was still studying in the canteen, so Eric let Leo run to call him. The little golden lion ran very fast; he was truly a standard errand runner.

He squatted there digging wild vegetables with the kids while waiting for them. His wandering gaze caught Mun sitting somewhat unhappily, wagging her tail. She looked at the children around her laughing and talking; her mood dipped, and she just scratched at the dirt.

Eric felt a bit sorry, so he slowly approached. Thinking that Mun liked water balls, he guessed she would also like other balls, so he extended his hand in front of the girl.

"Look, what is this?"

Mun almost jumped up. Fortunately, she remembered Eric’s voice, so she suppressed the urge to run away. She only arched her back, maintaining a posture ready to flee at any moment, staring suspiciously at the other’s empty palm.

Eric chuckled softly. His other hand picked up a small twig on the ground and placed it in his open palm.

Green light flashed. The small twig began to sprout young shoots, then quickly grew. Countless branches both lengthened and intertwined, finally turning into a green vine ball.

"For you."

Witnessing such a magical scene again, Mun’s eyes went round. Not until the vine ball was stuffed into her arms did she react, hurriedly using her claws to hug it tight.

"Eric, I want one too!"

Flower had sharp eyes, immediately running from where she was digging vegetables, rubbing her head against Eric’s leg to act spoiled.

Fatty Tullte, hearing the commotion, also waddled his little butt over, looking longingly at the ball in Mun’s arms.

The girl vigilantly hugged it tighter, her tail also standing straight up.

"Balls are for playing together to be fun." But saying so, there were so many children here; one vine ball certainly wasn’t enough.

Eric made six more balls, throwing them to the other children to share.

Flower and Tullte cheered, intending to chase the ball, but Eric quickly grabbed Flower by the scruff of her neck, bowing his head to whisper a few instructions into her ear.

Her mind filled only with playing soccer, Flower unwillingly looked at the girl Mun beside her: "You play with us. Soccer is only fun with many people; one person is boring."

Mun twitched her ears slightly, not answering.

Flower turned her head to look at Eric aggrievedly. Eric rolled his eyes, waving at Robin.

Robin, sweating profusely, walked over happily: "Eric, is something the matter?"

"Your personality is the best. Lead this new friend to play with everyone." Eric said with a smile to Robin.

Don’t look at Robin being just a child; his personality was the calmest in the group, which was also why Phan liked to tease him the most.

This wasn’t the first time Robin received this task. When the Horned Goat children first arrived, fearing inside and not daring to go out, Eric also had him guide them to slowly adapt and gradually integrate with everyone.

At this moment, Robin obediently squatted down, smiling innocently: "Hello, are you of the Cat tribe? Your fur is so shiny. Play soccer with us. There is a wide open space over there; we can run freely."

The boy’s expression was incredibly harmless. Mun was a bit moved hearing this; she shifted her claws slightly but still didn’t stand up.

Knowing this wouldn’t succeed immediately, Robin was very experienced. He led the other children to play first for a while, occasionally coming over to ask a sentence. Only by the fifth time did Mun stand up, holding her vine ball in her mouth and joining them.

The Cat tribe was truly stubborn, Eric exclaimed inwardly.

When Arthur arrived in a hurry, a group of children were engrossed in playing soccer. He almost got hit in the face by a flying vine ball.

Luckily his reaction was sharp, dodging immediately. Only then did he stand before Eric with glowing eyes, putting Leo, whom he had made carsick... Dragon-sick, down from his back.

The corner of Eric’s mouth twitched: "Couldn’t you run a bit slower? Look how sick our Leo is."

Such a sturdy little beastman getting sick; one could see how fast Arthur ran and how bumpy it was on his back...

He couldn’t help but recall that he had been on this silly dragon’s back before; it didn’t seem that uncomfortable. Could it be that last time he was too worried about Max’s safety to have time to get sick?

"I heard the boy say you called me, so I ran a bit faster..." Arthur said bashfully.

"Fine, fine. Considering you came so fast, I’ll let you off this time."

Eric picked up the dizzy little lion on the ground, then shouted loudly to the children still playing:

"Arthur and I are going to dig bamboo shoots. Whoever wants to go, follow. If not, stay here and play soccer, but don’t run too far."

After speaking, Honey was still happily passing the ball with his head with Flower. Tullte and the other children were also playing noisily, showing no sign of intending to follow.

Robin touched his head, intending to leave the group of children, but was blocked by Phan using the ball: "Quickly kick the ball over here, today I will definitely beat you!"

In his previous life, Eric didn’t like sports and knew little about basketball or soccer, so he didn’t tell the kids the rules, because he himself didn’t understand them clearly. On the contrary, these children devised a set of rules themselves and even determined how to calculate winning and losing. Some competitive children always put all their effort into winning.

Eric shook his head, smiling scornfully: "This heartless bunch, only knows how to play. Then let the two of us go."

Saying so, he put down Leo, who had rested a bit in his arms. Everyone was playing there; it was fine to leave Leo here too.

Had he known no child would go dig bamboo shoots with them, he wouldn’t have needed to tell Leo to go call Arthur. It was a pity there was no medicine for regret. Eric sighed inwardly. Whatever, wasn’t Arthur of the Dragon tribe? Just right to let him carry the shoots back.

This gluttonous dragon Arthur, just because Eric cooked well, treated him like adoptive parents, tagging along every day.

Before, with Evan here, the two looked at each other with displeasure, and Eric still had moments of peace. Now that Evan was gone, although Arthur didn’t know what happened, seeing no sign of Evan, he naturally increased the frequency of running to Eric’s house...

Eric sighed helplessly. He didn’t hate Arthur either. It was just worrying that, although this guy looked like a human teenager now, wait until he recovered his memory later. Would he feel that the time he bowed down for food was very shameful, and then take revenge on Eric?

If he had known earlier, he would have asked Evan about Arthur’s matter. No matter how powerful the Snow Wolf people were, they were no match for the Dragon tribe. Max hadn’t even condensed a magic core yet; his combat power hadn’t doubled.

During this time, he hadn’t treated Arthur badly and had made him quite a few delicious dishes.

He hoped that when Arthur recovered his memory, he would definitely remember Eric’s good points. After all, it wasn’t Eric forcing Arthur to tag along every day... Eric felt a bit guilty, touching his nose.