I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 400: Revealing Secrets

Eric wasn’t afraid of humans knowing he could use magic; he just found explaining troublesome and didn’t want to attract attention.

Since it was just Henry alone, telling him was fine.

"You guessed right; the magic was cast by me. Perhaps because I was born weak and didn’t have as good magic resistance as other beastmen, it conversely gave me the potential to become a mage," he said seriously.

Even to his tribesmen, Eric explained it this way. He couldn’t say it was because the soul inside had changed to a human that he accidentally learned magic.

Henry spoke thoughtfully: "Indeed, that day in the camp, my feeling was not wrong. The person who knew magic wasn’t him, but you, Patriarch."

Mentioning letting Arthur take the blame, Eric felt a bit unnatural and scratched his head: "There were too many people around at that time; I am a person who fears trouble."

Even a human cultivating both magic and martial arts caused less sensation than a beastman knowing magic. Eric didn’t want to be viewed like a monkey in a circus.

Facts proved his approach was correct. Afterward, he had to go to Halun’s merchant group camp every day. If it had been exposed then, wouldn’t he have been scrutinized with strange looks every day?

It was just a bit unfair to Arthur...

But afterward, he didn’t bring Arthur there anymore to avoid trouble.

Later, Henry wanted to probe about Arthur’s matter. Eric answered perfunctorily with a few sentences and changed the subject.

While the two were talking, the number of insects lured to the courtyard was too great, and the Big-Mouth Flowers couldn’t eat anymore. The scent had also faded a bit, and these insects began running wild everywhere.

Eric shuddered in disgust. He didn’t say more; raising his hand, mana surged out, and he cast over ten spells in succession. In an instant, the Big-Mouth Flowers in the courtyard began to wither and die, seeds falling all over the ground.

Amidst the ground full of flower seeds, a new batch of Big-Mouth Flowers bloomed again, bellies empty. The insect-luring fragrance wafted out, and the insects in the courtyard faced a new round of slaughter.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Eric’s tightly knitted brows finally relaxed a little.

Henry quietly observed his every move, raising an eyebrow. This beastman patriarch could actually cast instant magic, and it was the rarest nature magic; truly rare.

Initially, he just randomly found a beastman tribe, only he hadn’t had the chance to interact with other beastmen.

It just happened that the Hadu tribe needed cotton seeds, and since he could offer this bargaining chip, he took the initiative to find Hugh.

He didn’t expect such a small tribe to bring him so many surprises.

Rabbit tribe, Mouse tribe, Cat tribe, and also Snow Wolf tribe and Horned Goat tribe, even Dwarves and humans - such a strange combination appearing together in this tribe rarely piqued his interest.

Forced to come here, Henry had already prepared for the worst.

Having chosen to hide in the Fantasy Continent, he had no reason to be picky.

He just didn’t expect the courtyard provided by the Hadu tribe to be much more comfortable than imagined, even somewhat too comfortable.

Although it couldn’t compare to the luxury and safety of his castle, it brought an unprecedented feeling; Henry wasn’t averse to it.

It could be seen that the beastmen had tried their best to decorate the courtyard, even planting unique flowers of the Fantasy Continent.

It was just that the beastmen’s aesthetic taste was hard for him to comment on, planting flowers that bite people in the courtyard...

There was also a unique sanitation system; one look and he knew it was made by Dwarves, everything very exquisite.

The way the houses were built was also different; the stones fit tightly, seeming to be made by beastman hands rather than natural carving.

The transparent glass windows were like the finest gems; everything was stranger than he imagined.

What Henry wanted to understand most was this young beastman patriarch in front of him. At a glance, he didn’t look like a beastman at all; clearly resembling a noble youth, his way of speaking and behaving was also distinctly different from other beastmen.

Besides these, the shocking scene today made him even more curious and suspicious about this patriarch.

As a Snow Wolf person, yet knowing the nature magic of the Elf race. Although nature magic wasn’t exclusive to the Elf race, considering the relationship between beastmen and Elves, this became extremely miraculous.

Henry’s original intention was to stay temporarily in the beastman tribe during this time, minding his own business regarding the beastmen.

It was just that now, an intense desire to explore dispelled his initial intention.

"The Patriarch seems very young. The lifespan of beastmen is very long; I can’t tell your true age, just guessing." He lowered his eyes to look at Eric and said.

Eric nodded embarrassedly: "Yes, you didn’t look wrong. I am, uh, thirty years old this year. Maybe even older than you, hahaha."

When people were embarrassed, they really would laugh. After all, he was a patriarch; it was just a pity that this label of "cub" would take decades to shake off.

A look of surprise appeared in Henry’s eyes, along with a hint of a smile.

"So that’s how it is; I was presumptuous."

This unusual patriarch was still a cub.

In the following time, Eric squatted there constantly casting magic; Big-Mouth Flowers bloomed and withered, seeds becoming more and more numerous.

The number of insects flying in the sky and crawling on the ground finally wasn’t as many as at the beginning. The later Big-Mouth Flowers weren’t as lucky as the earlier batches; they could only eat until half-full.

As for Henry, that human, no one knew what he was thinking. Clearly, before this, he appeared guarded and never actively interacted with other beastmen or Dwarves; apart from eating, his figure was hardly seen.

Eric even suspected that if the cafeteria wasn’t a place where everyone ate together - big pot rice clearly showing no poison could be administered - and Henry didn’t look like someone who knew how to cook, perhaps he wouldn’t even accept beastman food.

Now this high and mighty noble wasn’t in a hurry to leave; instead, he stood beside Eric watching him constantly promote the growth of Big-Mouth Flowers, his eyes rarely revealing a bit of ordinary human vitality, asking with a curious tone:

"The seeds of these flowers are already so many; are they still not enough?"

This wasn’t anything to keep secret, so Eric answered casually:

"I intend to plant them in the fields. You probably saw it when you followed Halun’s merchant group here - hundreds of thousands of acres of fields. Even if planted on the ridges between crop rows, quite a few seeds are needed to be enough."

"So that’s how it is." Henry nodded, the dark gold pendant on his forehead swaying constantly with his movements: "The fields here, compared to the fields planted by farm owners in my country, are even straighter and neater, and the crops grow more lushly." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Since he praised it so, Eric smiled and said: "Because we plant for ourselves, we naturally take more care. The situation with serfs is naturally different."

Those cotton-planting slaves were treated better than serfs, yet they still looked so thin and tired.

Apart from Hasuo and those few young people, the majority of slaves were used to bending their backs, numbly performing repetitive tasks day after day, their bodies and hands bearing the marks of years of wear.

No matter how much force was used, working for hope and working without seeing hope were ultimately different.

Just like Eric, working like a dog in his past life wasn’t as busy as now. Currently, he was busy from dawn to dusk every day, but wasn’t he still happy in it?

Henry had never thought about these things before.

High-born, what he faced every day were secret struggles between brothers and other forces; he didn’t have the energy to think about other matters.