I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 370: Guest from the Empire

After discussing the road construction, Joseph and Luban began taking turns telling stories about the Gray tribe.

Luban vividly recounted Riley and Minh’s impressive performance in the swamp to everyone, making Eric laugh until he bent over.

As expected of Snow Wolves, meeting magic beasts, they only thought about eating...

"The power of the Thunderbolt Fire Bombs is quite significant. Aunt Julia helped me improve them a bit. Now, even level three magic beasts with particularly strong defense can’t withstand a hit from a Thunderbolt Fire Bomb. It also has a new function: when the bomb hits an enemy, even if the timing isn’t calculated right for it to explode immediately, it won’t fall to the ground." Joseph said excitedly.

"We added a new function; the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb will stick to the magic beast when it hits. Even if there’s a delay of a few seconds before it explodes, the magic beast won’t easily dodge it."

During this time, the magic beasts in the swamp truly met with a catastrophe. A group of Dwarves occasionally came to do experiments, causing swamp mud and magic beast flesh and blood to explode everywhere.

In the end, the commotion caused was too big, and a level five Mud Python crawled out of a huge swamp pit. Fortunately, Riley and Minh reacted quickly and had already led the Dwarves to flee beforehand.

Joseph originally thought the two Snow Wolves were leading them away again because the emerging magic beast was inedible. However, after running for a distance, he heard a terrifying hiss from behind and saw the Mud Python chasing them. Only then did he know they had caused big trouble.

Fortunately, the Mud Python lived in the swamp year-round and couldn’t leave for too long. Worried about leading it to the Gray tribe, Riley and Minh led the Dwarves on a detour around the tribe and ran a very long distance before the Mud Python gave up the attack and returned angrily. The Dwarves even faintly heard the sounds of its angry rampage; the mud in the swamp was tossed up even more violently than by their destruction.

Only then did Joseph and Julia settle down, but the functions of the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb had also been nearly perfected. Due to limitations in materials and size, its power had reached a limit.

Added to the newly researched launcher for the Thunderbolt Fire Bomb, which was designed like a slingshot, its power increased another level. This was enough for the Dwarves to use for self-defense.

The materials for making Thunderbolt Fire Bombs weren’t rare, just that the sulfur mine was a bit far, requiring Joseph and the others to bring it to the Gray tribe.

After all, they had Snow Wolves for protection, so going near the extinct volcano to mine ore was safer. If the Dwarves of the Gray tribe went to mine, it would be no different from delivering food to the door.

Eric smiled and said, "That’s great. No need to worry about hitting our own people, and throwing it early means no fear of the magic beast dodging it."

"Besides the Thunderbolt Fire Bombs, firing bricks is also proceeding very smoothly. The swamp near the Gray tribe is a bit smelly, but it has advantages; the mud there makes bricks even stronger than ours." Joseph continued.

The mud in the swamp had a higher density, so the bricks made would definitely be of better quality than bricks made from ordinary mud. The adobe bricks of the Hadu tribe used clay from the riverbank specially selected by Eric, but it still couldn’t compare to the mud in the swamp.

"You win some, you lose some. This time the houses of the Gray tribe can also be rebuilt, and the quality isn’t bad; it’s easier to find than stone." Eric lamented.

Thomas slapped his thigh: "These bricks came at just the right time; we need bricks everywhere. We just finished building the paper mill, the breeding farm needs them too, and now there’s another human arrival. Building a house also needs bricks; our kilns can’t keep up."

Joseph and Luban asked in unison, "Why is there another human?"

Could it be that Eric picked one up again? What was wrong with the Illusion Continent recently? Why were humans running around everywhere?

Looking at their eyes, Eric could guess the thoughts of the two men and said grumpily, "I really didn’t pick him up! I don’t easily pick up living creatures to bring back to the tribe anymore!"

Were the two previous lessons not enough?

Eric had thought it through; if he picked up another intelligent creature that he couldn’t just sit and ignore, he would send them to the Red Grass tribe.

This time, the tribe having an extra human was half due to Thomas. He laughed loudly a few times before explaining on Eric’s behalf.

"So that’s how it is. We came to the Illusion Continent quite early; the nobles and royalty of the Kenya Empire must have changed long ago, otherwise, I could even figure out the specific identity of that person named Henry." Luban stroked his beard in thought.

Before being hunted by humans, Dwarves were distributed across both the East and West continents, and he had lived in the Kenya Empire.

Joseph’s expression was a bit solemn: "A Count’s son, the enemy is a Marquis, plus the sons of other Counts - it seems the powers he offended aren’t small. No wonder he had to run to the Illusion Continent. Other countries really couldn’t protect him unless he fled to the Death Continent."

Eric was curious. Death Continent? Just hearing the name, he knew it wasn’t a good place: "Where is the Death Continent?"

"The Death Continent is also called the Dark Continent. It’s full of dark creatures, such as skeleton soldiers, liches, bone dragons... Living people who go in there will also turn into dark creatures and become subordinates of liches." Joseph explained patiently.

Thomas said, "The only living creatures inside are dark mages."

So there was such a fantastical existence. Eric was surprised; playing online games before, he felt the dark element was cool and awesome, but when it really appeared in life, it was a bit scary...

No wonder Joseph said Henry might flee there.

Who dared to go to the Death Continent to catch people? If not careful, one would turn into a skeleton soldier; with better luck, one might become a skeleton general. But unless Henry was a dark mage, fleeing there would also be a dead end.

"That’s why he chose to come here." Eric stroked his chin: "Listening to the Halun merchant group, the Golden Kingdom violated the agreement with them and allowed merchants from the Kenya Empire to enter on their own. That’s why they didn’t dare leave Henry at the Red Grass tribe. The merchant group from the Kenya Empire will definitely go there, and the Ox-Head tribe has many beastmen coming and going; it’s not secretive."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Thomas and the others weren’t very good.

"The Golden Kingdom is truly capable of anything. But since they can even sell the cubs of their own kin, violating an agreement with humans is nothing." Thomas mocked.

Hearing for the first time that the Golden Kingdom sold beastman cubs, the two Dwarves both frowned.

Although they and beastmen weren’t of the same race, hearing this news, they were both heartbroken and angry. It was just that they were Dwarves and it wasn’t convenient to say too much in front of beastmen, so they remained silent for a while, then sighed and shook their heads.

Eric shrugged, thinking to himself, hope Leo’s mother usurps the throne quickly; the current ruler is truly too foolish and will cause public outrage sooner or later.

To soothe everyone’s mood, he told them the price the white wine sold for, along with the news about the several hundred barrels of cotton seeds.

Sure enough, hearing that the tribe’s white wine, after deducting the portion intended for trading with beastmen, could exchange for so many gold coins, everyone’s eyes widened.

It was also the first time Thomas heard this news. Excitedly, he slapped Eric’s shoulder repeatedly, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Good kid, impressive! To be able to earn so much! This time, besides expenses, there will be quite a lot left over. Our tribe has never possessed so many gold coins!"

Joseph was overjoyed: "This human is so rich, worthy of being a Count’s son, fleeing with so many things. This is great; with these cotton seeds, won’t we have an extra source of income in the future?"

"Exactly, besides using the cotton grown ourselves, the rest can also be sold to other tribes." Luban continued.

Thomas nodded and turned to ask the two Dwarves, "By the way, can you two turn cotton into fabric and clothes?"

This question truly stumped the two Dwarves; they really weren’t good at weaving...