I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 403: Return

In the following days, Eric, along with Balu and Kiet, were full of energy, soaking themselves in the fields every day.

The two Ox-Head tribesmen were responsible for planting the flower seeds first, and he followed behind using natural magic to force the flowers to bloom.

The effectiveness of the first fields of Wide-Mouthed Flowers had become evident in these few days.

Clansmen usually went to the fields to catch bugs every few days, but in recent days, the crop rows with Wide-Mouthed Flowers growing on the ridges had intact leaves without a trace of being bitten by bugs. It could be seen that the Wide-Mouthed Flowers indeed worked.

Even the underground worms that bit the roots were no longer seen.

Previously, there were always a few plants whose leaves began to yellow for unknown reasons. It wasn’t due to lack of water; pulling them up revealed worms under the roots.

Now this situation didn’t appear in a single case. Every day, beastmen and Dwarves took turns coming to the fields to watch, curious as if watching something rare.

Eric had planted up to the fields farther from the tribe. He was calmly using magic, and another Wide-Mouthed Flower was created under his hands.

A strange and strong scent immediately emanated. Eric had experience; he hurriedly sped up to leave this area. Not long after, a few bugs crawled towards the Wide-Mouthed Flower.

Apart from the voices of clansmen echoing from afar, nearby there were only two Ox-Head tribesmen diligently planting flowers, extremely quiet.

This also made the sound of the ground suddenly vibrating slightly and the thundering footsteps become particularly clear.

Eric was startled and immediately looked in the direction of the noise.

Snow Wolves had extraordinary hearing. Such a loud noise coming from a distance felt like it was ringing right by Eric’s ear, but looking over, he could only see a few black shadows very far away.

Eric’s heart began to pound at some unknown point. He held his breath, suppressing the inexplicable tension, trying to widen his eyes to look at those black shadows.

The running speed of the black shadows was extremely fast. They only slowed down a bit after getting close to the fields.

At a distance of more than ten kilometers, Eric finally barely made out their shapes. They were three giant Snow Wolves, carrying large bundles on their backs.

Patrolling beastmen wouldn’t easily let strange beastmen in, so these three Snow Wolves could only be...

Surprised and delighted, almost the moment he recognized them, Eric transformed into a small Snow Wolf, running towards that direction as fast as lightning, not forgetting to hold his thin clothes in his mouth.

The three Snow Wolves also ran closer and closer. To avoid stepping on the young plants, their running posture was both strange and funny.

Getting a bit closer, one of the three Snow Wolves suddenly threw all the items on his back onto the back of the wolf next to him. He transformed into human form, put on clothes hastily, and took long strides, his speed not decreasing at all, running towards Eric.

This distance was nothing to Snow Wolves, let alone two people running towards each other. The distance became shorter and shorter, and the call suppressed in Eric’s heart finally burst out:

"Max!"

The small Snow Wolf with pure white fur, larger than a Husky due to sufficient nutrition, jumped up and burrowed into the tall beastman’s arms, its head excitedly rubbing against the other’s chest, nuzzling into the solid pectoral muscles.

"Boo hoo, I missed you so much, why are you only back now." Eric’s eyes had turned into puppy eyes, brimming with water as if about to cry.

Having gone out for a trip, the fierce aura on Max seemed even more intense. His bronze skin also seemed shinier, only the tone had darkened a bit; the sea in this season was really sunny.

Eric observed with heartache.

Similarly, hearing the coquettish voice mixed with choking sobs of his partner, the longing along the entire journey also exploded in Max. He hugged the cub tightly in his arms, saying painfully:

"I’m sorry, I originally intended to come back earlier, just encountered some trouble on the road."

"Then are you injured?" Eric hurriedly raised his head, escaping from Max’s embrace. He checked up, down, front, and back carefully, then sniffed. No smell of blood; he was temporarily relieved.

Max shook his head, his eyes not leaving Eric for a moment: 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"I’m fine. Mat has also returned to her tribe. Her parents were anxiously looking for her and even said when we are free, we should go visit together."

Eric jumped down and transformed into human form, swish-swish put on his clothes, then threw himself into Max’s arms again, hugging his waist:

"You must be very tired from the journey. Don’t talk anymore, let’s go home and you can tell me slowly."

Max nodded indulgently, unable to suppress the desire in his heart. He gently kissed the top of his partner’s head, only then carrying him on his back and walking towards the tribe.

"Hey, hey, you two, are you mistaken? We are still behind you, don’t care anymore?"

A furious roar suddenly sounded from behind; it was Michael’s voice.

Eric’s body stiffened. He revealed an ingratiating smile and turned his head back: "Ah, Michael, Grass, thank you for your hard work. It’s great that everyone is back. Let me carry the things."

He ran over with a hehe laugh.

The fields on this side had flowers planted even on the ridges. Although they didn’t know what function they had, Michael and Grass didn’t want to destroy them. In this situation, it was impossible to keep their beast forms while walking, so they had to transform into human forms, carrying bundles as big as small mountains, walking carefully.

Michael’s eyebrows knitted in dissatisfaction. These two guys, as soon as they met, they left him and Grass, who had also toiled for thousands of miles to return, behind.

Especially Max, having given all the bundles to him. At this moment, Michael was carrying a pile of bundles twice as high as Grass’s. It was no wonder his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Eric laughed awkwardly, extending two hands intending to take the items from Michael’s hands.

Dodging grumpily, Michael angrily said: "Throwing just one casually could crush you flat. Move, move."

"Don’t mind him, let’s go back to the tribe. Most of the stuff inside is brought back for you," Grass glanced coldly at Michael and said to Eric.

Grass was still the best. Eric looked at her with shimmering eyes:

"You all must be very tired. I have pickled bamboo shoots with chili and pickled chicken feet with chili newly made at home. You two haven’t eaten them yet, right? There’s also newly distilled white wine to relieve your fatigue."

Eric’s excited action just now, and the figures of the three people, had long attracted the eyes of other beastmen. Balu and Kiet saw it earliest and had also run over by now.

Kiet looked at the group in surprise: "Did you guys send the little snake tribe member home? Is this the return gift from the Snake tribe?"

Walking forward, Michael replied: "Part of it is. There are shed snake skins, delicious dried and fresh fruits, and other things."

"Snake tribe’s shed skin, huh? That’s good stuff. The higher the beast origin power of the beastman, the more precious the shed skin is. Both tough and soft, impervious to water and fire. Humans like to use them to make clothes the most." Balu exclaimed.

Eric’s eyes went "biu" and lit up. He had long set his sights on the python skin in the tribe; making boots would definitely be great. Unfortunately, even as the patriarch, he couldn’t arbitrarily possess it.

Shed skin of the Snake tribe would definitely be very suitable for making boots too! Making clothes was also good, just that clothes could also be made of cotton, which was also very comfortable, but boots wouldn’t work.

Thousand-layer sole cloth shoes couldn’t be made into boots either.

Eric remembered the black boots studded with gemstones worn by the Black Wolf tribe. Excluding those flashy decorations, the boots themselves looked both comfortable and beautiful; he really liked them.

Previously, going to work, he never had the chance to wear that kind of shoes, always prioritizing lightness.

Now it was different. Snake skin boots would definitely be both light and durable. Beastmen had to walk so much every day, if not in the fields then in the forest; cloth shoes broke every day.