I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 342: The Reluctant Guardian

Sam withdrew his trembling hand, looking back and forth between Arthur, who was so calm he didn’t know what was happening, and the expressionless Eric.

He fell silent as well.

After a long while, Sam finally spoke: "Eric, last time you and Max explained exactly the same way, and then you two started hugging every day."

Sam still remembered that time they were even scolded by Max! The result was that a few days later, those two started hugging without regard for anyone else and making eyes at each other.

"This time is different," Eric said weakly.

Seeing Sam’s still unbelieving expression, he fiercely placed his hands on his hips and shouted, "I said it’s a misunderstanding! If you dare to go out and talk nonsense, hmph hmph."

Eric made a throat-slitting gesture.

Sam stood still for a moment, then calmly picked up the snails on the ground as if nothing had happened just now.

"Actually, I came to bring you new ingredients. Look, these were netted by Tang and the others today. We don’t know how to cook them, but you definitely know how to process them."

"These are snails. I didn’t expect river snails could be this big. Let me see... luckily they aren’t golden apple snails; they’re edible. Have to soak them in water to let them spit out all the sand first." Eric also acted nonchalantly as he picked up a snail to examine.

Sam forced the corner of his mouth into a fake smile: "Alright then. By the way, what new dish are you making? I smelled it from ages ago..."

Sure enough, in the world of a glutton, food is the most important thing. Eric secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the person who came was Sam. If anyone else had caught them and spread rumors again, he wouldn’t be able to wash his name clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Sam was secretly crying inside. Boo hoo hoo, Max, I can only help you this much. Come back quickly, your partner is about to be stolen away!

His mouth ate the new dish, but his eyes secretly glanced at Eric and Arthur. When Eric looked over, he hurriedly shifted his gaze.

Taking advantage of the moment Eric turned his head to soak the snails, Sam fiercely glared at Arthur several times.

With him here, he absolutely wouldn’t give Arthur a chance! He must persist in guarding until Max returned!

Although everyone pretended nothing had happened, Eric subsequently avoided Arthur on purpose, trying his best not to be alone with him. He had truly suffered enough from rumors.

Moreover... he didn’t know if he was being narcissistic or if Arthur had an attachment like a fledgling bird to its mother, but he always felt Arthur had been really strange lately. In short, he was someone with a partner; it was better to keep a distance.

Sam also tried his best not to give Arthur time to follow Eric. Even if he had to endure the heartache of broken dishes, he persisted in dragging Arthur to stay in the cafeteria.

This series of actions caused Arthur to look at Eric with resentful eyes whenever they met by chance.

At first, Eric felt sorry for him, but as he got busy, he didn’t pay much attention anymore, spinning around with work every day.

By the time the public toilets of the Hadu tribe were built, most of the crops in the fields had sprouted, a bit faster than Balu and Kiet had estimated. After all, Eric occasionally went to the fields to cast magic.

He could now be considered a high-level mage, an extremely rare rank in the human world. If the Mage Association knew he used such rare natural magic for farming, they would definitely be so angry they’d vomit blood.

Previously, Evan had taught him a few simple magic arrays, and Eric had tried drawing a few in the fields.

He temporarily didn’t have natural-element magic cores on hand, so he had to supply the magic power for the arrays himself. Each activation of a magic array could last for about a day.

These past few days, Eric had been busy with miscellaneous affairs in the tribe while also finding time to go to the fields to draw magic arrays and supply magic to the ones already drawn. He was busy from dawn till dusk.

But doing so had clear benefits. In the first year of the Hadu tribe’s farming, fertilizer preparation was insufficient. Originally, Balu and Kiet both thought the grain yield at harvest would definitely be lower than that of the Red Grass tribe.

Now with Eric, a humanoid "cheat," let alone the crop yield, the growth speed was visibly faster. Perhaps this year, wheat and other grains could achieve three harvests a year.

The Red Grass tribe had a slightly better climate than the Hadu tribe but hadn’t yet achieved three harvests a year. Who asked the Illusionary Continent to remain mostly a low-temperature region?

Balu and Kiet, the two Ox-Head tribe members, were even happier than the Snow Wolf people. Every day, they soaked themselves in the fields observing the growth of the crops, excitedly exchanging ideas.

Eric occasionally passed by and heard them discussing how to hire Elves to come to the fields and cast magic...

The difficulty of this was a bit too high. The Elves were so proud; how could they agree to this request?

Their attitude towards beastmen wasn’t very friendly, and their relationship with the Ox-Head tribe could only be described as average. They certainly wouldn’t agree to a request that, in their eyes, was absurd.

But seeing the two Ox-Head people talking happily, Eric didn’t go pour cold water on them. After all, Chief Tu certainly wouldn’t agree.

At this time, farm work was relatively leisurely. Tribesmen had time to go out and catch live low-level magic beasts, adding new members to the breeding farm.

White rabbits and gray rabbits - these two common types of magic beasts had overly strong reproductive capabilities. The cages in the breeding farm had to be added again and again. The scale was several times larger than that of the wild chickens and ducks.

Originally, Eric felt there was no rush to build the breeding farm, but looking at the current trend, he had to build it. With so many magic beasts, there had to be tribesmen stationed there; relying solely on passing by to feed them wasn’t enough.

Moreover, with many magic beasts, the manure also increased several times. The daily task of cleaning up manure wasn’t small.

Currently, the tribesmen had spontaneously set up a tent near the breeding farm. Anyone with time would go work there. In the evening, warriors would specifically go to the farm to patrol a few rounds, and one person would be assigned to stay there overnight.

The paper factory was in operation, and the public toilets were built. The tribesmen weren’t used to them at first, but after using them a few times, they got accustomed.

Eric led several Dwarves to act as supervisors, called over about a hundred small beastmen who hadn’t been assigned work yet, and selected dozens of people from the Snow Wolves who arrived later to go to the breeding farm and build houses.

Gray rabbits knew magic. For the rabbit hutches, not only did the walls need to be reinforced with magic beast bones, but the floors couldn’t be sloppy either.

When digging the foundation, Eric had the tribesmen use beast bones instead of iron pipes. The bones of high-level magic beasts were harder than iron and also retained residual pressure, so the gray rabbits wouldn’t dare to escape.

The floor of the rabbit hutch had to be made of concrete. This way, it was easy to clean, hygienic, and the gray rabbits couldn’t use Earth magic to destroy it - killing two birds with one stone.

Eric alone certainly couldn’t supervise all these beastmen working. And these beastmen were all new to this building process; previously, they had at most built earthen or stone houses.

The Dwarves he brought along now played their part; they were good at this. The current architectural structures of the Hadu tribe were all built under the guidance of the Dwarves.

The Dwarves divided up to supervise the beastmen’s work. The rabbit hutches, chicken coops, and semi-free-range duck sheds gradually took shape.

Eric couldn’t bear to throw away the old cages either. These were all made from selected high-level magic beast bones. They could be dismantled to reinforce the walls.

The reason he used the newly joined beastmen for the construction of the breeding farm was that he wanted them to have a sense of belonging to the Hadu tribe.

Nothing could bring a sense of accomplishment more than houses built with one’s own hands.