I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 133: A Habit of Picking People Up
Eric’s inherent shyness, usually an inseparable part of him, was somehow completely blown away by the youth’s appearance.
His mind was now filled only with the image of that person, an image completely different from the handsome, wild faces of the Beastmen he saw every day.
This beauty wasn’t the angular, strong type.
It was ethereal, somewhat frail, a clean beauty like morning dew, making one instinctively hold their breath, afraid that a strong exhale would be enough to shatter the sight.
The ancestors said heroes have a hard time resisting beauty, and it was true. Besides, he wasn’t even a hero.
The plump abalones he had just pried open, still warm in his hand, were tossed behind him without a second thought.
Seeing the youth soaked in the cold seawater, his body stuck between the jagged rocks in a position that looked both miserable and dangerous, Eric couldn’t turn his back and walk away.
He carefully maneuvered closer, using all his strength, trying to be as gentle as possible, to slowly help the person out of the rock crevice.
The youth’s chest was still rising and falling, but his breathing was incredibly weak. Eric suddenly recalled first-aid scenes from movies and recklessly decided to try it.
He had never done this before; it was all just mimicking.
He awkwardly pressed on the other’s chest a few times, then bent down, pressing his ear to listen. The breathing was still as faint as if it were about to break.
Eric started to worry.
His strength now wasn’t like it used to be. If he couldn’t control his force and broke the person’s ribs or made them stop breathing altogether, his good deed would turn into a disaster.
What should he do?
He had suddenly picked up a real, live person; how was he supposed to take care of him?
This continent was harsh, full of hidden dangers. If he raised him poorly, he might turn into someone who harmed others.
But... this person was truly good-looking. Every line on his face seemed tailor-made for Eric’s aesthetic. Just looking at that face made his heart soften.
While he was struggling, Max and Michael had already moved the pile of seafood to a patch of sand further away. Since he hadn’t made any loud noises, neither of them knew what was happening.
Eric’s face showed his dilemma. But when his gaze fell on the youth’s black hair, matted with seawater, and his lips, purple from the cold, he could only sigh.
So be it.
Anyway, Humans and Beastmen weren’t at the point of being mortal enemies.
If he abandoned him here, with this beauty, he would definitely freeze to death before dawn. Moreover, this person’s eye color wasn’t like the Snow Wolf tribe’s, but it had a faint familiarity, just like his own eye color from his previous life.
Perhaps this was fate?
Thinking this, Eric didn’t hesitate any longer and carried the youth into the temporary tent.
His clothes were soaked and cold as ice. Eric had to rely on his "divine" sewing skills to cut a new set of animal skin clothes.
The stitches were as thick as leeches, looking no different from a pile of patched-up rags. In any case, it was a set of clothes, at least it could provide warmth. But for such a slender person, this kind of clothing would surely let the wind in from all sides.
Well, it would have to do for now. They could wait for the old clothes to dry and wear them as an inner layer.
In the middle of winter, this youth was only wearing a thin layer of clothing.
The fabric, when touched, didn’t feel like cotton or hemp, but was cool and soft, like touching flowing water. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Even though it was soaked, it still faintly exuded a strange warmth. On the dark blue fabric, there were intricate embroidered patterns, winding like a kind of stylized flower or grass, further enhancing the wearer’s aura.
This outfit was definitely not cheap, but on the youth, aside from an ancient silver ring, there was nothing else.
After bustling about, Eric took the wet clothes outside and hung them on a branch near the fire.
"Whose clothes?"
A deep, powerful voice sounded from behind.
Eric jumped, instinctively stepping back, only to bump hard into the solid chest of the person behind him.
"Ah, Max... I, I picked up another person..." Eric turned his head and met Max’s darkening face. He stammered, trying to explain.
Max had smelled a strange scent, which was why he had come over. He hadn’t expected to see this.
For some reason, an inexplicable flame of anger ignited in his heart. His eyes were ice-cold, and his whole body emitted an oppressive aura that made Eric feel as if a heavy rock was pressing down on his shoulders.
He cautiously raised his head, meeting Max’s gaze, which was fixed on the tent.
Could he have guessed wrong? Were Beastmen and Humans truly mortal enemies? He frantically searched his memories, trying to recall the original plot.
He clearly remembered that Humans and other demi-human races (except Dwarves) were only in a state of mutual vigilance, not this level of hatred.
"Or... how about we wait for him to wake up and then let him go? He’s still unconscious. If I don’t take care of him, he’ll definitely die..." Eric carefully chose his words.
"What’s wrong? What’s that strange smell!" Michael’s voice came from a distance.
Holding a lobster, Michael strode over. Eric quickly shot him a pleading glance.
Understanding, Michael tossed the lobster aside and curiously went into the tent.
"Huh, why is it a Human? What’s he doing here in the middle of winter?" Michael said as he turned the youth over to examine him.
Max glanced coldly at the clothes on the branch: "He’s wearing Elven cloth. His status is not ordinary."
So that was Elven cloth. Eric suddenly understood.
To be able to wear this kind of cloth, one was either a great noble or a member of the royal family. For such a person to drift to this place was indeed very strange.
Eric rested his chin on his hand, his mind already spinning up an entire drama. Could it be a fight for the throne?
This youth wasn’t very old; he could very well be the descendant of some great noble.
But no matter his guesses, the truth was that if they abandoned him, a normal human in this harsh winter would soon freeze to death. Moreover, this youth looked to be severely injured.
He genuinely wanted to save him, but Max’s expression was extremely grim. He didn’t know what deep-seated hatred he had for Humans. Eric could only look to Michael for help.
Seeing Max’s dark face, Michael didn’t dare speak up either, only secretly winking at Eric, signaling that he was powerless too.
"Just leave him for now," Max said indifferently, then added, "Otherwise, he’ll just die."
Eric and Michael simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
The low pressure around Max had also eased. Although he didn’t know why Max’s hostility was so strong, Eric tactfully refrained from asking.
Seeing Max still looked annoyed, he stealthily moved closer to Michael, intending to slip away.
A long arm reached out. Max frowned slightly and grabbed the back of Eric’s collar.
"For you."
Eric dazedly accepted the cloth bag Max thrust into his hand. The bag was heavy, and the sound of clinking came from it as soon as it landed in his palm.
Tilting his head to listen for a moment, Eric guessed what was inside. All the tension from before instantly vanished.
He grinned and opened the cloth bag. Before his eyes was a bag full of round, shiny pearls.
Among them were some extremely large ones, making his eyes light up. He lovingly caressed them, reluctant to let go.
In particular, there was a black pearl the size of a quail’s egg, its entire body emitting a mystical glow, beautiful to the point of enchantment.
