I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 126: The Scallop Shell Comb

The bunch of seaweed, after being washed, was about three fingers thick, but it didn’t feel old or tough to the touch.

Eric carefully kept just enough for the next meal. He used small, sharp twigs to pierce the rest and hung them on a high branch to dry. This seaweed would be very light and convenient to carry once dried. He had to take advantage of these sunny and windy days to dry some more as reserves.

This amount of seaweed, when fresh, could wrap once around the neck of an adult Snow Wolf, so it was considered quite a lot. But once it shriveled up from drying, there wouldn’t be much left.

After finishing with the seaweed, Eric wanted to dry more, so he had to run off to find Michael, who was still being "tormented" by Max.

"Michael, where did you find this seaweed? Can we get some more? This vegetable is delicious!"

Michael, after running a full circle around the beach, was finally pinned down by Max, who forced his head underwater, making him swallow several mouthfuls of briny seawater.

Feeling the weight on him finally disappear, he hurriedly surfaced and spat out all the water in his mouth, so salty that he had to stick his tongue out.

"Alright, alright! I have to go find that vegetable thing for Eric, let me go!"

Only then did Max agree to retract the claws pressing on his head, and he leisurely, unhurriedly walked away.

Michael, having barely escaped death, quickly took a deep dive and swam far away.

[They’re really a pack of genuine Huskies,] Eric thought helplessly.

This thought became even stronger when he saw Max also standing nearby, frantically shaking his fur to dry off the water.

No matter how calm or composed a Snow Wolf was in human form, they couldn’t escape the instinct to shake dry after their fur got wet.

Just imagine the weight of a thick woolen rug soaked with water to know how uncomfortable it was.

Being soaked to the skin in this bone-chilling sea breeze was really not pleasant at all.

Fortunately, their physique was extraordinary. If it were Eric and he didn’t use fire to dry off in time, he would definitely get seriously ill.

Just like the original owner of this body, who had caught a severe cold and passed away after just one heavy rain.

Normal beast cubs, even those younger than him, wouldn’t be this weak.

Although he understood this, the human genes deep in his blood still made Eric worry that these two Snow Wolves would catch a cold from the sea breeze, so he added more firewood to make the fire burn bigger.

"Max, come over here and warm up by the fire, it’ll be much warmer."

Max looked with disgust at his long, smooth fur, which the seawater had matted into clumps. He felt extremely unhappy.

Still went too easy on him, he thought, glancing in the direction Michael had fled.

Hearing Eric’s call, Max suppressed the displeasure in his eyes and leisurely walked over to lie down beside him.

Eric watched the large tail behind him thrashing back and forth on the sand, guessing that his mood must be very annoyed right now.

It was indeed very uncomfortable for an animal with long fur to get wet. If their body was weak, they could even get fungal skin infections. Thinking this, Eric found a huge scallop shell and began to sharpen it with his claws.

Max wasn’t in a good mood. He was resting his head on his forepaws with his eyes half-closed. Hearing the scraping sound, he opened his eyes and tilted his head, watching him fumbling with the scallop shell, puzzled.

The scallop shell he found was even bigger than his whole body, and its shell was extremely hard.

It took a lot of effort for Eric’s claws to grind against this thing; after just a moment, he felt a slight stinging pain.

After thinking for a moment, Eric hugged the scallop shell and waddled over next to Max’s paw.

Facing the giant wolf’s puzzled gaze as it looked down at him, he impolitely grabbed the large paw and even patted it a few times, signaling for him to reveal his sharp claws.

In Max’s jet-black pupils, the reflection of the little beast cub fumbling around was clearly visible.

A hint of amusement gradually appeared in his eyes.

He followed the cub’s weak pull and extended the tip of a sharp claw, but fearing he might hurt him, he didn’t dare to extend it too far.

Eric held the scallop shell steady, gripped Max’s large paw with both hands, and used the sharp tip of his claw to scrape against the shell, creating small grooves. Fine white powder fell continuously, piling up on the ground.

With the help of Max’s sharp claw, one side of the scallop shell was quickly fashioned into a rough comb.

Eric then meticulously smoothed out the remaining rough spots. And so, a giant, beautiful, fan-shaped comb was completed.

He proudly held up the comb, waving it in front of Max: "Lie still, Max, I’ll comb your fur!"

The giant Snow Wolf obediently lay down flat.

Eric started by combing the fur on his head first, then climbed onto his body, slowly untangling the matted spots. Combing the fur of a full-grown Snow Wolf was truly a massive undertaking.

Eric was exhausted halfway through and had to sit down to rest for a while before he could continue.

Snow Wolves also knew how to comb their fur, it was just that most of them used thorny burs from the forest.

This was the first time Max had his entire body’s fur combed so meticulously and carefully. The unprecedented feeling of comfort made him drowsy, his whole body relaxing.

The fur near the fire dried very quickly after being combed smooth.

Eric discovered that the Snow Wolves’ fur had excellent self-cleaning properties.

It wasn’t like the fur of other animals that, when soaked in seawater, would still be coarse even after drying. On the contrary, it remained incredibly soft and shimmered with a silvery-white hue.

"What is this? It looks easy to use!"

His neck and claws draped with seaweed and a few strange shellfish, Michael had already shaken himself nearly dry this time as he came ashore.

He was very curious about the strangely shaped scallop shell Eric was holding, so he leaned his huge head over to ask.

Eric had just finished the difficult task of combing all of Max’s fur. He was so tired that he plopped down on Max’s hind paw, treating it like a comfortable beanbag chair. Hearing Michael’s question, he answered wearily:

"This is a comb. It’s used for combing fur. It’s great."

Michael curiously extended a paw and nudged the scallop shell comb over. Eric truly didn’t have an ounce of strength left to comb him as well, so he had to let Michael take it and comb himself haphazardly.

Lying on the warm, furry paw, Eric picked up a smaller scallop shell, intending to make a small comb for himself and Leo.

But given the size of the scallop shells here, even the smallest one was as big as a washbasin. One piece of shell could make several combs.

So he made a few more. When he returned to the tribe later, he could use them as gifts for friends.

Thanks to his now-sharp claws, using his own claws was naturally more convenient and safer than a human using a carving knife.

while Michael was combing his own fur, Eric had already finished carving an entire scallop shell, turning it into several small, pretty combs.

After finishing the carving, Eric realized that Max’s paw was covered in white shell powder.

He sneakily raised his head to look. Seeing Max’s head was still resting on his forepaws, seemingly unaware of the mischief he’d just caused, he quickly seized the opportunity to blow a puff of air to send it all flying.

Eric stood up guiltily, pretending nothing had happened. The moment his gaze landed on Michael, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Why are you combing your fur backward like that? Haha, Michael looks like a porcu... hog. Hahaha..."

At first, Eric had intended to say "porcupine," but he suddenly remembered that this animal didn’t exist here, so he managed to correct himself in time.

But "porcu-hog" sounded even more insulting.

It wasn’t his fault; Michael had combed his entire fur so that it stood on end.

And Snow Wolf fur was long, making the sight hard for Eric to resist laughing at.

Michael’s forepaw, which had been diligently combing, froze in place. Porcu... porcu-hog!

He had been feeling quite comfortable, but after being laughed at by little Eric like that, he lost all interest in combing.

He shot a resentful glare at Max with his smoothly groomed fur, his heart sour as vinegar.

"Eric, you’re so heartless! Who do you think I worked so hard for, going down into the sea!"

Eric coughed dryly, his conscience pricking him a little: "Um... actually, it looks really good like that. At least you look even more robust than usual..."

Max, who was pretending to sleep, couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, quickly turning his head to one side to hide it.

Michael’s embarrassment turned to anger, and the fur on his neck stood up even more. Since it wasn’t convenient to lose his temper at Eric, he bared his fangs at the back of Max’s neck.

"Let me comb it for you again!"

Not wanting to watch another episode of "Animal Planet: Fight Edition," Eric quickly spoke up, moving forward to take the comb from Michael’s paw.