Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Fifty Years Later

Arthur had been at the Hadu tribe for fifty years. The Dragon King missed his precious grandson so much he couldn’t stand it, his face gloomy, and openly violated the regulations. A towering giant golden dragon flew in from the horizon, landing on the newly built square of the Hadu tribe.

In fact, if Arthur hadn’t discovered his tracks beforehand, the Dragon King would have wanted to pretend to accidentally step on some houses, causing a little "minor" destruction.

It was a pity that his petty intention had been seen through by his grandson, who chased him out to the square.

With a crack, the solid cement floor was crushed by the impenetrable dragon claws.

In an instant, gray-yellow dust flew into the air. Several wolf cubs running and jumping there were startled, their fur standing on end, and they huddled together, watching the giant monster not far away with vigilance.

"Hmph, this stinking brat, haven’t come back to visit for so long!" Kimlan said with a tone of hating iron for not becoming steel.

He casually threw down a large white dog; it was Kanude, who had been left behind on Dragon Island.

Eric happened to be in the tribe. Planting season was approaching, and he was busy taking inventory of seeds, as well as taking out potatoes and sweet potatoes to sprout. Hearing the commotion, he hurried over.

Evan practiced magic with Eric regularly every day first, then would return to his accommodation to contact his tribesmen via the communication slate. For the remaining time, he would usually come to Eric’s place to lend a hand.

As a Prince of the Elf tribe, groomed strictly since childhood, handling small tasks was no problem. When Eric was too busy, he would proactively help out.

In his free time, he would also research the milk tea and coffee that Eric mentioned. Apart from Eric, anyone staying in this small two-story building could get a taste.

The power fluctuation when the Dragon King descended was so strong. Evan, worried that the unreasonable nature of the Dragon tribe would hurt Eric, went with Eric to the square.

The Dragon King looked at Eric with displeasure everywhere; let alone that this beastman brat had a mate, there was always an Elf Prince following behind him. The more he looked, the angrier he got, his beard twitching.

Ironically, Eric had a soul contract. If he touched Eric even a little, the wound would be borne by Arthur. It was infuriating, but he couldn’t do anything to him.

Extremely angry, Kimlan turned his head to vent his anger on Evan:

"Good for you people, there’s even an Elf here. Why do you Elves, who always act sanctimonious, fall so low as to hang out with beastmen? Don’t you feel ashamed!"

As he spoke, he pointed his huge claw at Evan, spitting saliva everywhere in his anger.

Eric was about to retort for Evan when Kanude made a leap, rushing happily into his arms.

Although his physique in this life wasn’t bad, Kanude’s weight was equal to a water buffalo, and he was rushing at high speed.

With a thud, he sat heavily on the ground, and Kanude took the opportunity to lick him thoroughly.

Evan was neither humble nor arrogant, bowing slightly:

"Your Majesty Dragon King, the Elf tribe has started trading with the Hadu tribe. The two tribes have many exchanges, and we also feel we have benefited greatly, realizing that we were too arrogant before and looked down on other races, which was truly wrong."

Although his words spoke of the Elf tribe, they mocked the Dragon tribe, making the old Dragon King so angry his face twisted:

"You Elves only know how to pay lip service. Let this old man see if your other skills are as formidable as your mouth!"

Eric knew it was bad as soon as he heard this. At this moment, Arthur had also picked up the overly excited Kanude:

"No, no, Grandpa is so old, Evan can’t beat him even if he’s good. Go stop him!"

Arthur was a bit reluctant, moving slowly.

"Oh god, hurry up! My place can’t withstand a single swipe of your grandpa’s tail! You’ll fix what you break!" Eric yelled angrily.

A powerful stream of magic had already gathered on the Dragon King’s claw, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Evan. Hearing Eric dare to order his precious grandson around like that, he was so angry that his claw slipped, and the attack aimed straight at Eric.

Dead! The three of them had this thought flash through their minds simultaneously. Evan rushed towards Eric like the wind, trying to shield him from this blow.

Over these years, Eric had reached the level of a Magister, but that was the Dragon King; even Evan himself wasn’t sure he could block a move.

Arthur was closer and directly turned to shield Eric.

At this moment, the second attack that Kimlan hastily launched collided with the first one, causing a loud explosion in the air. A section of the square was destroyed again.

Eric’s face turned green.

He slowly squatted down, looking at the devastated ground, and said heartbrokenly: "My newly paved flat cement floor! Have to patch it again!"

If it were a cement floor in his previous life, with heavy traffic, it would still take a few years before needing repair.

As a result, beastmen were all destroyers, and children were no exception.

Now the children had grown up, and the majority had awakened their beast power, but they didn’t know how to control their strength like adults; the ground was made bumpy by their running and jumping.

Bruno had ordered people to fix it several times already.

There was a color difference between new and old cement. This year, Eric really couldn’t stand it and had the whole square repaved, expanding it in the process.

It had only been done for a few days! Eric wanted to cry but had no tears.

Kimlan was still there nagging: "Is there a need to be so worried? You bastard brat, even if you didn’t shield him, the one injured wouldn’t be him!"

Hearing this, a light flashed in Evan’s eyes, as if he understood something, looking at Arthur in surprise. This dragon’s feelings for Eric were much deeper than he imagined...

Having caused such a scene, Kimlan also quieted down. After all, this place was so small; if he wasn’t careful, he would hurt Eric, and the one bearing the damage would be his grandson, so he let it go.

This place was truly too small for his body. The Dragon King transformed into human form, and with a dissatisfied face, began to wander around. Arthur, afraid he would cause trouble again and that he would eventually be the one to clean up the mess, followed him with a headache.

"Sigh, can only let Bruno have people fix it. The time difference isn’t long, so it probably won’t look too ugly. The Dragon tribe is truly annoying." Eric whispered this last sentence; if that old dragon heard it, it would cause trouble again.

Since that day, the number of dragons coming to the Hadu tribe to mooch food and take things away increased by one.

Moon alone, mysterious and unpredictable, was enough to give Eric a headache, but at least Moon didn’t cause trouble, at most just fighting for toys with the children in the playground. The Dragon King was much more troublesome; if he got angry, he would threaten to destroy houses.

Eric instructed the tribesmen to stay away when they saw this dragon and not to provoke him.

Fortunately, the Hadu tribe had become increasingly wealthy over the years; two dragons mooching food wouldn’t eat them into collapse. Plus, Arthur was free labor, which balanced it out.

The lifespan of humans is short, usually only a hundred years; this is also the reason beastmen do not want to associate with humans.

Many years passed, and the old acquaintances in the Halun caravan were replaced by a new batch. Eric was sad for a time.

Old Jack, Corbin, and the others had associated with him for decades. He had witnessed them gradually aging with his own eyes, until one year when they returned, a familiar face was missing from the group.

Tara had inherited old Jack’s career, becoming a level five chef. If old Jack were alive, he would certainly be very proud.

Level five chefs were highly sought after; if Tara agreed, many nobles were willing to spend countless gold to hire him, and the royal family would also welcome him warmly.

But Tara insisted on inheriting his mentor’s dying wish, traveling to the Illusory Dream Continent with Corbin’s descendants every year.

By the time he also grew old, his hair turning white, Eric remained almost unchanged compared to when they first met (Eric: That is not a compliment, buddy!).

Richard possessed high strength and a natural lifespan different from ordinary people, remaining as he was. When Eric showed sadness, he would even boastfully comfort him.

"Humans are like that: birth, aging, sickness, and death; a short lifespan, not equal to you beastmen, and even less equal to the long-lived races. But whatever the race, they will all walk into the embrace of death. You and I will both have that day, no need to be sad."

His words made Eric understand things much better.

Although using a beastman’s body, his soul was still human, and he would be sad when acquaintances passed away.

Especially now that he had a long lifespan, his feelings in this regard were even deeper.