I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 411: True Identity

Just as the two were speaking, the image before their eyes became clearer and clearer; they could already see the faces of Eric and Arthur clearly.

"Damn it, this isn’t my magic." Henry’s expression changed dramatically, intending to chant a spell to destroy the spatial connection.

They only saw Arthur in the image give a cold smile, a familiar face but without the familiar foolishness.

His movements were gentle as he held Eric in his arms, letting Eric lean against the hollow of his neck, while his other hand made a crushing motion.

The scrying mirror instantly shattered into countless pieces. Henry, unable to disconnect in time, was also affected, his spiritual power slammed by a sudden, massive force.

The gold ornament on his forehead flashed, weakening the attacking force of the spiritual power. Henry regained his composure and gave a bitter smile.

"As expected of the Dragon race, to be able to detect even this."

He stood up straight and said to Michael:

"See, this is why I couldn’t locate Dragon Island. Even if I don’t use the prying eye, the spiritual mark left on the target will be discovered sooner or later. Furthermore, legends say that Dragon Island is surrounded by a barrier set up by the Dragon King; my spiritual mark would definitely be wiped away."

"So that’s how it is." Michael thought of Arthur’s expression just now, so angry he was breathing heavily.

Grass said, "It seems we can only wait for Max to wake up, then we’ll go find the Elf tribe together and ask Evan for help."

Sam and Kevin looked at each other, seeing shock and suspicion in each other’s eyes. What? Evan is an Elf?

It turned out there were two humans in the tribe: one was an Elf, one was a dragon, neither was a real human...

Thomas wore a solemn expression: "Human, what do you require? This matter is of no benefit to you, and we have nothing to exchange with you."

Surprised by his frankness, Henry smiled and said:

"Your patriarch, in my opinion, has many things worth learning from. If this matter succeeds, it will also be a good deed. I hope that after I return to my country, you can lend me a hand."

"Speak clearly," Grass said with a frown. she hated this roundabout way humans spoke.

"Actually, I am not the son of a duke. My true identity is the First Prince of the Kenya Empire. My father passed away not long ago, and my younger brothers and sisters conspired with my uncle Topus to rebel. With no other choice, I had to give up the throne and flee with a few loyal subordinates." Henry sighed, speaking slowly.

Thomas’s face darkened: "Beastmen do not participate in human political coups, nor will we go to the human continent. Give up on that idea!"

Being rejected was within Henry’s expectations. He didn’t get angry, and even his smile didn’t fade:

"Does your little patriarch not need saving anymore? Expecting help from Elves is truly the best joke I’ve ever heard. Even if they are willing to help you find Dragon Island, would they go to war with the Dragon race for beastmen?"

Henry laughed: "In my opinion, that is the most foolish thought. You want to save him, but you are too naive."

"You!" A cold light flashed in Grass’s eyes. She raised her hands to attack but was stopped by the combined efforts of Kevin and Sam beside her.

Although this person’s words were unpleasant, they weren’t entirely different from what was in their hearts. They had just learned of Evan’s identity as an Elf, but that didn’t mean the Elves would give their full support.

In fact, they were worried. Going abruptly to the Elf Forest, whether they would receive help was one thing; not being attacked en masse by Elves would already be considered lucky. That was the Elves’ lair, where tens of thousands of Elves lived. With so few people, they couldn’t fight them at all.

They didn’t even know if Eric’s token would work...

Several figures blocked Henry’s path, holding swords and sabers, staring vigilantly at the beastmen.

Beastmen took turns working in the fields, and warriors were no exception.

Sam knew these people; they were all cotton-farming slaves.

Michael and Grass had just returned and didn’t know about this. Thomas explained to the two:

"A few days ago, the Halun merchant group came to deliver dairy cows. Henry used cotton seeds and slaves as an exchange to stay in the tribe. Eric said that among these slaves, there might be his subordinates hiding. Now it seems that is indeed the case."

Grass sneered, saying angrily:

"Sure enough, humans are all despicable like this, using cotton seeds as a cover just to hide in the beastman tribe. You want to be king? Don’t even dream of using us beastmen as your vanguard."

The other beastmen also glared at Henry, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"In short, after you find the location of Dragon Island, I can fix the anchor point and set up a teleportation array to send you there. After rescuing your little patriarch, you can return through the teleportation array."

Henry was smiling, but his eyes held coldness and a threat:

"But the condition is, when I return to the Kenya Empire, my uncle’s Blood Moon Legion will definitely attack me. I require the beastmen to send at least ten Snow Wolf warriors to help me defeat the Blood Moon Legion’s Silver Wing battle squad. You don’t need to worry about anything else."

Blood Moon Legion?

Just hearing the name didn’t sound good, but the opponent’s conditions were much more lenient than they imagined. For Eric’s sake, Michael and the others no longer refused outright.

Thomas sighed heavily. Space mages were rare to the point of extinction; for beastmen to encounter one was even harder. It really was a god-given opportunity, and paying a price was inevitable.

In this moment, he looked decades older. The high spirits he had before seemed to have been doused with cold water, visibly sagging.

He lowered his head, seeing his partner’s hesitant look, and let go of the last bit of hesitation in his heart: "Please come to my house to discuss the details."

Beastmen never got involved in the dirty affairs of humans. This rule, tacitly agreed upon by everyone, had to be broken by him starting a precedent, Thomas thought sorrowfully.

Queen confirmed her son was not in life-threatening danger; on the contrary, his vitality was abundant. It seemed the healing magic Eric cast before leaving had been very effective. To escape danger with such heavy injuries meant the rest was just a matter of time with a beastman’s recovery ability; there would be no lasting effects.

She walked to Thomas and the others’ side, her face expressionless as always:

"Thomas, you can’t do this. Humans are best at lying and deceiving. If you really agree to him, what if the warriors can’t return then? If they are kept on the human continent and turned into slaves, is that what you want?"

Karin stood awkwardly between the two and sighed.

"Then I must save Eric too! Both his parents sacrificed themselves for the tribe, especially his mother. I should have gone to that battle back then, but she took my place. Have you forgotten how Lo died!" Thomas said angrily.

The usually steady middle-aged beastman now had red eyes.

Karin remembered his friend from years ago and lowered his head in silence.