I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 90: Merging Two into One

Eric’s reaction made Max chuckle. He reached out and ruffled his hair.

"You can use them to decorate your room, or exchange them for something you like."

Not even in his wildest dreams could it be this absurd.

In that moment, Eric completely understood the original owner of his body. Being treated so well, who wouldn’t be moved? But he couldn’t accept it.

The few low-level magic cores Michael had given him as toys were one thing, but this was practically Max’s entire fortune. He shook his head, intending to return the pouch to him.

"I can’t accept this, it’s too valuable."

Max grasped his wrist tightly: "Why is it that you’ll accept what Michael gives you, but not what I give you?"

Ahhh, oh my goodness, they’re completely different! Michael’s gift was for placating a child, but this... isn’t this the legendary bride price? Bringing your entire fortune to ask for someone’s hand...

Eric’s face turned as red as a ripe tomato. He quickly chided himself, Can you stop thinking in terms of cheap romance novels!

"I really can’t. I know you treat me well, Max, but I can’t be that greedy."

The pressure in the air seemed to drop. Max didn’t let go, his brows furrowed, his face cold.

After a moment of struggle, he finally spoke: "This can also be used to play with."

Eric closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently used his other hand to take the pouch back. Communication was so difficult! He decided he would secretly return it to Luci tomorrow.

As the Vietnamese saying goes: "reciprocity is the key to mutual satisfaction." He had nothing of equal value to give in return, so how could he accept it?

The two returned to the courtyard. Seeing them, Michael and Grass began to tease.

Michael held up a large bone and offered it to Grass: "Why is it that you’ll accept what Michael gives you, but not what I give you?"

Grass put on a serious expression: "This is too valuable, you should keep it for yourself."

But her hand had already swiftly taken the bone.

Eric’s face flushed red again, and he shot the two of them an angry glare.

He had just cleared things up the other day, and now they were creating more misunderstandings!

Max acted as if nothing had happened and even poured him a cup of fruit juice.

Eric took it, a little annoyed: "Give it to Leo. I want to drink wine. When wine enters the gut, sorrows are washed down the drain."

He didn’t see the faint curl at the corner of Max’s lips.

In the crisp air of the early winter night, the group huddled around a warm bonfire, eating, drinking, and talking animatedly. Eric gnawed on a large bone, using a chopstick to scoop out the rich marrow inside to eat. The others saw this and followed suit, all of them praising how delicious it was.

Seeing Leo eat with such relish, he couldn’t help but smile. Max also passed him a bowl of marrow that he had already scooped out. Eric hesitated for a moment before accepting it, deciding to ignore the teasing onlookers. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He remembered back in the day, whenever it got cold, his grandmother would never let him walk and eat at the same time, afraid that "wind would get into his stomach."

At this thought, his eyes suddenly stung. For some reason, ever since he came here, he found himself frequently thinking of his grandparents.

He looked up at the starry night sky and the reddish-orange moon, making a silent wish: If there truly are gods in this world, please let me have a family again.

Max saw the sorrow in his eyes and felt a pang in his own heart. He gently reached out and wiped away a tear from the corner of Eric’s eye. Their eyes met. The surroundings were so noisy, yet Eric felt as if only the two of them existed in the world.

...

Early the next morning, when Thomas and the Dwarves arrived at Eric’s yard, they were frozen in place by the scene before them.

Sam and Kevin were sleeping every which way, one man’s leg resting on the other’s face. Michael and Grass were no better, fast asleep without a shred of their usual composure.

In another corner, Max was sleeping, cradling a small, silver-white wolf in his arms, which was Eric.

The corner of Chief Joseph’s mouth twitched a few times. These Snow Wolf people had such peculiar habits, forsaking warm beds and soft mattresses to sleep out in the dewy courtyard.

Hearing the noise, the group slowly began to stir. Eric rubbed his eyes with his paws and saw a crowd of people staring at him with all sorts of expressions. He was mortified.

He didn’t know when he had fallen asleep last night. It had gotten too cold, so he had transformed back into his wolf form and snuggled up to Max for warmth...

Oh no, he hoped Max didn’t think he was taking advantage of him on purpose. He hastily grabbed his clothes, scurried into the house to change, and then emerged sheepishly.

Thomas looked at the youngsters and shook his head in exasperation, especially when he saw Kevin and Sam start nudging each other the moment they opened their eyes.

"Alright, alright, break it up. Everyone get back to your own business, stop causing trouble here."

Max glanced at Eric, and then, contrary to his usual behavior, he didn’t stay but walked straight to the gate, an unconcealable smile playing on his lips. Michael watched his retreating back with a probing gaze.

Knowing that everyone had come because of the yarn, Grass asked to stay and learn. Chief Joseph had also brought several pairs of pre-made knitting needles. The group huddled together on the warm heated bed and began to learn how to knit.

In truth, Eric was just an amateur. He only vaguely remembered how to knit a scarf from his university days. He gave them some brief instructions and let them figure out the rest for themselves. Before long, they were engrossed in the new task. Grass was particularly fascinated; she never expected that besides fighting, something else could captivate her so much.

Seeing that everyone was in the groove, Eric slipped away. The two chiefs were sitting and watching. Seeing him get up, Thomas mysteriously pulled him outside.

"Chief Joseph and I discussed it all last night. We came here today not just for the yarn, but also to talk to you about something else."

Eric was curious but couldn’t guess what it was. When they arrived at Thomas’s house, Luci greeted them with a bright smile; it seemed she already knew what was going on.

"Young Eric," Thomas began in the tone of a big bad wolf: "We’ve discussed it. The Thomas tribe and the Du tribe can’t just keep being neighbors like this. It’s difficult to divide many matters clearly."

Eric’s heart sank. Were they planning to have the Dwarves leave? But then he thought, this wasn’t something they needed to tell him in private.

Chief Joseph continued: "Therefore, we have decided to merge our two tribes into one."

Hearing this, Eric’s eyes lit up, and he raised both his hands and feet in support! Brotherly peoples must unite to develop!

Thomas looked at him, feeling a little guilty: "But after the merger, if either I or Joseph become the chieftain, the other tribe will surely not be convinced. They will feel as if they are bowing down to the other."

This was indeed a problem. Both the Dwarves and the Snow Wolf people had their own pride. The two chiefs looked awkwardly towards Luci.

Luci shot them a glare, then spoke directly to Eric: "They want you to be the chieftain of the new tribe."

"What? No, no, absolutely not!" Eric was horrified and hurriedly refused: "I’m still a cub, and even if I were an adult, it wouldn’t be right! Anyone you pick from the tribe would be much stronger than me!"

[No way, spare me, you two! I can’t even manage to be a neighborhood block leader, let alone the chieftain of an entire tribe!]