I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 116: The Gift of the White Bear Tribe

Hearing Eric’s call, the few beastmen lingering nearby couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be passersby anymore.

One person called out to another, and they all scampered back home, pulling out everything from wooden bowls and earthenware pots to even coconut ladles, afraid that if they were even a little slow, there would be none left for them.

"This kid is still as soft-hearted as ever." Michael and the other warriors unconsciously shared the same thought: "Could it be that the previous times they shamelessly came to freeload, he also treated them like this?"

Max stood beside him, his large hand gently stroking Eric’s soft, smooth hair, his eyes filled with a doting smile, as if looking at a priceless treasure.

Although he felt a bit like "borrowing flowers to offer Buddha," using the Ox-Head tribe’s food to treat guests, Eric still had his own reasoning.

He thought to himself, it’s fine, I’m going to give them this secret recipe anyway.

All things considered, the Ox-Head tribe was still getting a great deal.

He really couldn’t bear to watch these beastmen standing from afar, staring at the pot of food with such pitiful, longing eyes.

Moreover, he also felt that the culinary skills in this world were truly too terrible. Letting them taste a bit of delicacy, considering it as enlightening their taste buds, was also a good deed.

When the two Ox-Head tribe beastmen, carrying large and small bags on their shoulders, cheerfully ran back, they saw that the front of the Hadu tribe’s house was packed solid.

Groups of beastmen were holding all sorts of food containers, their faces satisfied, praising the food’s deliciousness as they walked.

Thanks to their superior height, the two of them strained their necks to look into the center of the crowd. It turned out that the young tribe leader of the Hadu tribe was personally distributing the peanut milk to everyone.

Eric was carefully ladling spoonfuls of creamy peanut milk into a huge pottery bowl brought by Orson of the White Bear tribe. Seeing that the large bear man seemed honest, he intentionally scooped two more heaped spoonfuls for him.

Orson still had that kind, simple smile. Seeing Eric’s action, he respectfully lifted the bowl of milk with one hand, then with the other, he unhooked a large bamboo tube worn at his waist and handed it to him.

"This is Ice Crystal Nether Orchid nectar, a specialty of our tribe, much sweeter and more fragrant than regular thorn-beast honey. A gift for you upon our first meeting."

The bamboo tube he handed over was similar in size to the kind the Snow Wolf people often used to carry water, estimated to hold about ten to fifteen *cân* of liquid.

Eric was momentarily flustered and wanted to refuse; this gift was too large, but he felt that doing so would be rejecting the person’s sincerity.

Just when he was still fumbling, unsure what to do, Orson seemed to have read his thoughts.

His large hand gently placed the bamboo tube down right next to Eric, then he raised the bowl of milk and took a deep, intoxicated sniff, after which he turned and left, disappearing into the crowd.

Eric hurriedly hugged the cool bamboo tube. When he looked up, Orson’s figure had already vanished. Receiving such a large tube of nectar for no reason, especially when its name alone suggested it was rare and precious, made him feel truly guilty.

He stared at the bamboo tube, his fine eyebrows furrowed, wondering if he should find a way to return it.

A burly beastman wearing clothes made of dark brown bark and animal hide looked at the bamboo tube with unconcealable admiration.

"Last time I offered to trade for the Ice Crystal Nether Orchid nectar with the White Bear people, but they flatly refused. They said this stuff is very precious, only for trade with close friends. I’ve saved up so many magic cores just to taste it once..."

He gulped, then looked at Eric with envy:

"Your kid’s luck is really good. I always thought the White Bear tribe didn’t want to associate with any tribes other than Bear tribes. Even when our Quill Hedgehog tribe wanted to exchange goods, they didn’t even bother to pay attention."

"The White Bear people are really stubborn."

Another beastman nearby chimed in, his voice full of annoyance:

"The pelts they hunt are all thick and smooth. I wanted to trade for a few pelts for my kid to use, but they absolutely refused."

Hearing everyone say this, Eric felt that if he didn’t accept it, he would be letting down Orson’s sincere heart. He carefully stored the nectar tube in his luggage, feeling an unusual warmth in his heart.

Bi poked his head out of a nearby window, saw this lively scene, and grinned from ear to ear, saying to Joseph who was standing beside him:

"This kid from your tribe seems to have some kind of magical power on him."

Every year, the Red Grass tribe hosted countless passing beastmen. Bi was a trusted subordinate of the tribe leader, often entrusted with the important task of receiving other tribes.

He wouldn’t dare say he understood them deeply, but Bi knew that after the cataclysm of the Golden Kingdom, most beastmen harbored deep wariness towards other races, even their own kind.

Like the Snow Wolves towards the Black Wolves, both were Wolf tribes, yet they detested and kept their distance from each other, which was enough to show their attitude towards those not from their own tribe.

However, this kid Eric was an exception. He was naturally born in a way that made it impossible for people to feel animosity towards him, not only because of his status as a cub needing protection, but also because of his very unique personal charm.

He was like the green grass that the Ox-Head tribe loved, seemingly harmless but incredibly resilient.

Most importantly, grass could be eaten, and while Eric couldn’t be eaten, his cooking skills truly made people tip their hats in admiration.

Regardless of the reason, being able to make so many beastmen from different tribes simultaneously let down their guard to happily receive food from his hands was, in itself, an extraordinary ability.

Joseph looked at Eric with a gentle, proud gaze:

"That’s right. This is also the biggest reason why we unanimously nominated him as tribe leader. If it were anyone else, I’m afraid our two races would not have been able to integrate so smoothly."

Although Eric’s age was very young in beastman terms, his strange, out-of-this-world ideas had brought a lot of inspiration to the Dwarves, making them genuinely accept and respect him.

The Snow Wolves of the Thomas tribe were their lifesavers; that was an undeniable fact.

But if another Snow Wolf had become the tribe leader, the Dwarves would probably always feel a sense of being ruled, and in the long run, problems would inevitably arise.

This kid Eric was like a special kind of glue, allowing the Dwarves and the Snow Wolves to accept each other without any friction, building a common home together.

Standing not far away, Thomas held his own bowl of milk, smiling kindly as he watched the warm scene before him.

Eric and Max were distributing the peanut milk to the other beastmen together.

Not long ago, Eric was still a stubborn, obstinate child who wouldn’t listen to advice, causing him many difficult headaches.

Understanding his son’s temperament, Thomas was afraid this kid would be too heartbroken by Max’s coldness, so every time Max’s face darkened, he would have to find the right words to advise him.

His mate, Luci, was even more troubled by this matter, even coming up with the idea of forcing Max to accept Eric. After all, Eric’s parents had sacrificed themselves for the tribe, which was why he became so lacking in affection.

But the more they pressed, the colder Max’s attitude towards Eric became. In truth, they sometimes also felt Eric’s personality was a bit odd, but because he had no parents to raise him, they didn’t know how to correct him either.

Unexpectedly, a heavy rain changed everything. That day, Eric insisted on chasing after Max on a hunt, and as a result, he came back, caught a chill, and fell seriously ill.

When he and Luci came to visit, Eric was still sleeping deliriously.

Unexpectedly, after waking up, he seemed to have understood everything, his personality changed drastically, becoming so sensible that it made the couple both happy and sympathetic.

From that day on, Eric not only stopped chasing after Max everywhere, but he also knew how to care for Leo, and no longer suddenly picked fights with some tribe member for no reason.

He and his mate could finally breathe a sigh of relief; this time, they didn’t need to force Max to accept him. Eric’s age was still young; it would be at least several decades before the matter of finding a mate came up.

But the situation developed in a direction they could never have expected. Eric stopped clinging to Max, and instead, their stubborn son started trailing after him every day.

Just for training alone, he had skipped an unknown number of times. At times, if Thomas couldn’t find Max anywhere, he would just go directly to find Eric, certain to find Max there.

This matter left him and his mate not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but inwardly, they were endlessly happy.

Eric not only had a huge change in personality, but his cooking skills also suddenly improved by leaps and bounds.

It turned out that when he was serious about work, he was actually that intelligent and had such great foresight.

Originally, after rescuing the Dwarf tribe, he had intended to wait until spring to let them return to their old place. But under the constant persuasion from Eric, delivered through Max, Thomas gradually changed his mind.

To this day, he has never regretted his decision.

Seeing the tribe grow stronger and more developed under the united hearts of the two races, Thomas had completely come around.

The merger of the two tribes was a necessary step. Only by stepping out of one’s own limits could the tribe survive and live better in this volatile world.

Later on, the decision to let Eric take on the position of tribe leader for the new tribe was also one that Thomas and Joseph had weighed and considered extremely carefully.

Even they themselves could not have expected that after this decision was announced, not a single person spoke out in opposition.

Originally, both of them were worried that Eric’s strength was not enough to keep order, and as for the Dwarves, he had no forging ability whatsoever. The kid’s intelligence was indeed formidable, but his actual combat ability and craftsmanship... were truly a big question mark.

But, the strange thing was, everyone, from the proud Snow Wolves to the hardworking Dwarves, happily accepted this decision.

Thinking of this, Thomas couldn’t help but smile smugly, so much that his eyes narrowed into a single line.

As expected, his judgment of character was still the best.