I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 350: Pastries

"Chief, why are you here so early? Apologies for not welcoming you from afar."

A familiar fawning voice drifted over.

Eric snapped back to reality, seeing Hugh just stepping out of a tent, greeting him with joy.

Remembering the first time he met this mustached man, the other party was very arrogant. Now that was completely gone. As expected of a merchant, indeed his attitude was flexible.

As soon as his call rang out, not long after, from another tent, Corbin hurriedly draped a cloak over himself and also crawled out, laughing heartily to greet him.

Eric noticed that Corbin was in another, slightly smaller tent. It seemed he had yielded the main tent to Henry last night.

"I kept thinking about the transaction, so I came early." Eric smiled and pointed to the bag in Arthur’s hand.

Corbin smiled and lifted the tent curtain: "Then please come inside to talk."

Eric glanced again at the scene of slaves milking cows, gave a slight smile, and walked into Corbin’s tent.

At this moment, the curtain of the main tent right next door was lifted, and a slender figure appeared at the door - it was Henry.

He nodded slightly towards Eric.

Eric also smiled in response, didn’t say much, and went straight into the tent.

"Please sit." Corbin signaled the servants who had just entered to arrange tables and chairs.

Male servants quickly tidied up the messy room, poured hot tea for them, and brought out a plate of exquisite pastries before bowing respectfully and leaving.

Having been away from human society for too long, Eric hadn’t enjoyed service from others in ages; it was truly comfortable.

Corbin said enthusiastically: "You two must haven’t had breakfast. Try these desserts. Our merchant group’s chef is a Rank 5 chef. Many nobles fight for him but can’t get him; I spent a large sum of money to hire him."

The smell of milk and sweetness blended together. Eric sniffed; this smell was a bit like pastries from his previous life, just not as varied, but they looked very exquisite. Presumably, they sold for a high price in the human world.

Arthur, who was usually gluttonous, was acting unusually vigilant, observing the surrounding environment. Even after confirming safety, he didn’t relax, his gaze glued to Eric.

Eric didn’t stand on ceremony with Corbin. He had long wanted to taste human cooking in this world.

Since arriving here, apart from beastmen who only knew how to make dark cuisine, only Julia’s garlic butter bread could be called surprising. He wondered what human food in the other world would be like.

The exquisite pastries were cut into small pieces, holding several layers. Inside was a layer of unknown cream or salad dressing, and orange marmalade. In the middle were layers of fluffy filling and biscuits, particularly resembling the Tiramisu he had eaten in his previous life, only the flavors were richer.

After admiring it for a while, Eric gently took a small bite.

Rich cream, crispy biscuits, and sweet and sour jam entered his mouth at the same time, the fragrance rushing straight to his brain. Both the texture and flavor were excellent. The only flaw was that it was too sweet...

Aside from the moment it entered his mouth before he could react, in the next second, the cloying sweetness made Eric frown in pain. He hurriedly drank a mouthful of tea to soothe it.

Seeing Arthur wasn’t eating, he even freed a hand to take a piece of cake for Arthur.

"How is it? How is the taste?" Corbin looked at Eric expectantly, only the little beastman’s reaction was a bit different from what he imagined...

Eric had to drink tea to swallow the cake in his mouth.

This deadly sweetness made him suddenly recall the desserts he had eaten out of curiosity when traveling abroad before; that taste was also sweet enough to make one question life.

Previously, he always thought that since pastries originated from the West, the flavor at the origin would surely be better.

Carrying that illusion, after going once, Eric was immediately disillusioned with foreign pastries and bread. Too sweet. One bite could send you to see your ancestors.

The pastries at Corbin’s place were the same. Their appearance also leaned towards Westerners, and so did their palate.

" The cream smell is very strong, the texture is fluffy and soft, very delicious." Eric flashed a fake social smile, as if the person who had hurriedly sought water just now wasn’t him.

"Hahaha, the Chief has good taste, really knows how to eat. A bite of cake, a sip of tea - that is truly enjoyment!" Corbin laughed happily.

"Hahaha." Eric laughed a few hollow times.

He secretly glanced at Arthur, only to see Arthur swallow a piece of cake whole without expression, not even frowning. After eating, he even gave a comment:

"Not as tasty as what you make."

That was a whole piece! Did he not find it cloyingly sweet? The shock in Eric’s eyes was about to spill out.

On the other side, Corbin didn’t pay attention to Arthur’s words. Beastmen were famous for being poor. Even the Golden Kingdom, in the eyes of the President of the Aolu Chamber of Commerce who traveled everywhere and had broad knowledge, was nothing surprising.

Saying beastmen knew how to cook was tantamount to a joke; he took this as a flattering remark.

But the Hadu tribe having a human was a rare thing. He asked curiously: "Chief, is he a member of your tribe?"

Arthur and Evan were affected by forbidden techniques and turned into humans. Even the aura on their bodies had no abnormalities.

Although the Dragon race themselves could turn into human form, no matter how they concealed their aura, there would be flaws. But Arthur now didn’t have a trace; Eric wasn’t worried about being seen through.

"He is a person I picked up from a trap, also someone who couldn’t survive in human society, so he ran here for refuge." Eric lied without any burden.

Corbin had been in business for many years; his eyes were very sharp. He realized Arthur was absolutely not an ordinary person. Not to mention how few people could barge into the Illusion Continent, just Arthur’s gait and aura - this person was absolutely a master, his strength not inferior to a Great Swordsman.

The captain of the Silver Fox mercenary squad, always hired to escort them, Henry, was a knight with powerful strength, only one step away from reaching the level of a Wyvern Knight.

But this man who suddenly appeared in the beastman tribe brought him a threat no less than Henry. From the moment this person entered, the hair on Corbin’s neck stood up.

But the little Chief of the Hadu tribe had said so; he also didn’t have the standing to probe deeper, so he had to drop the subject.

"If the Chief likes to eat, I’ll have the chef make some more to send to you, but this kind of cake doesn’t keep for long," Corbin said generously.

Forget it. Eric’s expression twisted slightly. Although he had transmigrated into a Snow Wolf, his palate still retained the habits of his previous life. He couldn’t handle this kind of pastry.

"No need. These are cakes made by a Rank 5 chef; the selling price must be very high. I dare not accept..."

Corbin patted his shoulder heartily: "These few cakes are nothing. In the future, we are partners for long-term cooperation."

Previously, Thomas’s tribe was just a customer with ordinary consumption power to the Halun merchant group.

Although the fur and magic cores in the hands of Snow Wolves were very sought after outside, there were so many beastman tribes; Thomas’s tribe wasn’t held in high regard by the merchant group. Corbin once felt that staying an extra day was a waste of time.

This time was different. The Chief here had changed to a beast child who could brew fine wine comparable to that of Rank 5 brewers.

One had to know that Rank 5 brewers all had their own arrogance. Buying a little fine wine was as hard as ascending to heaven; how could they be as easy to talk to as this little Chief?

Moreover, the price Eric offered was extremely reasonable; just a few hundred cows could exchange for a jar of fine wine.

If divided into exquisite small bottles to sell to the nobility, it would certainly bring in a considerable sum.