I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 346: Henry’s Offer

"I have to see this person first, then I’ll decide whether to agree or not," Eric thought for a moment before speaking.

In truth, he desperately wanted the cotton seeds. Fortunately, the Halun merchant group had arrived just in time. If they had sown the seeds a month later, the harvest would undoubtedly have been frozen in the ground. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Cotton needed five to six months to be harvested. In the area of the Hadu tribe, the temperature dropped below zero by October. Cotton could not withstand the cold; low temperatures would seriously affect the opening of the bolls, and the yield would decrease significantly.

Corbin and Hugh led the two of them toward the main tent. Members of the merchant group and the mercenary squad were still setting up their tents; the main tent was the first one completed.

Corbin lifted the curtain and went in first, signaling to the person inside, before stepping aside to let the others enter.

Was this person named Henry really here to seek refuge? Why did it seem so ostentatious?

Bearing his doubts, Eric stepped into the tent, with Thomas following close behind.

The space inside the main tent was vast, decorated luxuriously and comfortably, and it seemed that incense was burning.

Last time he visited Corbin’s tent, it didn’t seem this elaborate, Eric thought to himself.

Eric’s gaze slowly shifted to the exquisitely carved long chair in the center of the tent. Seated there was a young man wearing a black robe trimmed with gold, a gold circlet on his head, exuding an extraordinary and noble aura.

The young man had a handsome and uncommon appearance, holding a scroll of sheepskin in his hand. Seeing everyone enter, he slowly stood up and bowed elegantly.

Corbin and Hugh did not dare to delay. After returning the bow, Corbin said, "This is the client, Henry."

Eric nodded to the other party, hesitating for a moment: "Hello."

"Greetings, everyone. Please sit." The young man’s voice was like jade stones striking together, polite and gentle, as if he were the owner of this place.

Corbin had no objections and ordered his men to bring some chairs.

After everyone sat down, the people who brought the chairs quietly retreated, leaving space for them to talk.

Eric had many questions in his heart. He thought for a moment and said, "Your name is Henry, correct? I want to ask you, how long do you intend to stay in our tribe? Is it a temporary evasion or..."

The young man nodded slightly and smiled:

"I would like to lodge in your tribe for a period of time. However, I cannot currently predict how long I will need to stay. I hope your tribe can take me in. These cotton seeds, along with the workers who know how to care for cotton, are a token of my sincerity."

Eric followed his gaze and saw large wooden chests stacked neatly in the corner of the room, standing there like a wall.

"Is that whole pile cotton seeds?" He could hardly believe his eyes.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t calm. These chests were the same size as the ones he used to trade spices before; each chest could hold about two hundred catties of goods. If that much was all cotton seeds...

My god, he was about to become a major landowner!

This was indeed a generous gift; no wonder Henry said this was his sincerity. In the other world, to obtain so many cotton seeds, besides needing a lot of financial power, one also needed status.

What exactly was this Henry’s background? Eric looked at the young man with respect.

Clearly, it was Henry giving up the cotton seeds, but the one whose heart was aching was Hugh. He looked painfully at the rows of neatly stacked large wooden chests, touching his chest and saying:

"There are one hundred chests here, and another two hundred outside. A total of tens of thousands of catties of seeds!"

This time, even Thomas could not sit still. He asked Henry warily:

"Spending so generously, have you offended a Sword Saint? An Archmage? Or the Lich King?"

Only such levels would be worth Henry investing so many seeds, even throwing in workers who knew how to grow cotton. These slaves were the private property of great nobles, worth far more than ordinary slaves.

If so, the Hadu tribe could not harbor him. Humans with such power could enter the Illusion Continent as easily as turning over a hand. Even the Snow Wolves were no match for them. He couldn’t let his clansmen take risks for these cotton seeds.

Henry realized the two men’s concerns and shook his head:

"I haven’t offended a single person, but a powerful faction. You don’t need to worry. That faction is currently having internal strife, so I took the opportunity to escape. I guarantee I won’t implicate you. They absolutely won’t expect me to seek help from the Halun merchant group. Moreover, I didn’t bring any servants, and no one else in the Halun merchant group knows my identity."

To verify his words were true, Corbin nodded and said, "That is correct. If news could leak, I wouldn’t take the risk either. After all, the Halun merchant group would be the first to bear the brunt."

"As long as the two of us don’t speak, who would guess we are hiding a person here? The Illusion Continent is so vast and full of danger; it truly is the best choice." Hugh twirled his mustache and said with a hint of smugness.

Put that way, it was acceptable. What normal person would leisurely run to the Illusion Continent? This place was not suitable for human habitation.

Aside from adventurers and illegal border crossers, the only regular visitors were merchant groups. Besides the beastman territories, there were many dangerous, unexplored areas here. Who would be foolish enough to search for someone here?

Moreover, the Illusion Continent had a defense line jointly blockaded by the Golden Kingdom and the Elf clan. Apart from humans with high-level strength who could sneak in, it was very difficult for others to enter.

Adding all these reasons together, Henry wanting to flee to the Illusion Continent was understandable. Eric even wanted to compliment him for being smart.

As long as it wasn’t a Sword Saint or Archmage level, other humans would find it difficult to pose a threat to beastmen. Thinking about it this way, harboring him was feasible.

Thomas sat up straight, looked at the pile of chests stacked to the side, gave a cold laugh, and said, "This amount of cotton seeds is not a small number. You must not be an ordinary person."

Indeed, Eric assessed Henry once again. Although this person was dressed simply, both his appearance and temperament were extraordinary. Even ordinary minor nobles didn’t have this demeanor.

Furthermore, although Henry wasn’t wearing flashy clothes, the fabric of his clothing shimmered like the Sea Silk of the Sea Tribe. The black robe with gold trim, tied with a belt of the same material, simple and harmonious with the black boots on his feet, highlighted Henry’s bamboo-like figure.

Unknown identity, unclear background - the Hadu tribe dared not harbor him.

Eric had just sent away an Evan, and there was a dragon in the tribe. He really didn’t want to bring more trouble upon himself.