I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 144: Returning

The days of boiling salt, though arduous, were very fulfilling, and they finally came to an end.

Estimating that their time was almost up, the group packed their luggage, preparing to set off on their return journey.

They needed to return to the Hadu tribe first, and then go with Chief Joseph and the farming tools to the Ox-Head tribe’s location.

Thus, their return journey was not short, and they couldn’t stay at the seaside any longer.

No matter how reluctant they were to leave the sea, which was abundant with food, Eric and the others still set off, bringing along the soundly sleeping little snake A Mật, the soon-to-hatch Cẩm bird egg, and Evan.

Without a mother bird to incubate the egg, Eric had to cover it with a thick animal hide to keep it warm.

Michael volunteered to carry the frozen shrimp, crab, fish, and various dried goods. Max, who hated the strong fishy smell, chose to carry the other luggage. Eric, as usual, sat comfortably on Max’s back.

This time, with the addition of Evan and A Mật, the animal hide used as a windbreak had been replaced with a larger, thicker Winged Tiger hide.

Their luggage was now several times heavier than when they left. Not only was the dried meat they had brought almost untouched, but they also had a lot of new food.

Plus, there were many combs made from large seashells, as well as beautiful seashells and conches that Eric had carefully selected. If it weren’t for the Snow Wolf people’s superior strength, it would likely have been very difficult to carry it all back.

On the way there, the temperature gradually rose, and tracks of magic beasts became more numerous. There was fresh prey almost every day.

Now, on the way back, it got colder the further they went. The dried meat in their bundles finally had a use.

Used to eating Eric’s delicious food, suddenly having to eat dried meat again, both Michael and Max found it a bit hard to swallow.

"Sigh, I’ve forgotten how I survived last winter." Michael held a large piece of dried meat, gnawing on it tastelessly, and complained with a sigh.

The firelight flickered, dancing in the night breeze, illuminating their faces intermittently.

Also holding a large piece of dried meat to gnaw on, Max frowned slightly.

"It’s good enough that we have food to eat. At least it keeps you from starving."

Eric was rummaging through the luggage to get some animal fat. Hearing their complaints, he turned his head and saw the two of them already gnawing on the dried meat, and he almost burst out laughing.

"I haven’t even roasted it yet, and you’re already eating it like that? Preparing it a little will make it taste much better, though it can’t compare to fresh meat."

Evan was about to move the piece of dried meat he had been given far away, so the faint, unpleasant smell wouldn’t enter his nose. Hearing Eric’s words, he sighed in relief and stopped.

This kind of stinky meat, dried directly without any spices, he had no idea how the Beastmen managed to swallow it.

He knew the Beastmen’s lives were very meager, but experiencing it himself was a completely different matter.

One look at him and you could tell he had been pampered since childhood.

Eric took out a fish to roast as well. If Evan couldn’t get used to their dried meat, he could eat the roasted fish.

Evan’s appetite was very small. Even if he ate a separate portion, he couldn’t eat much, so the two adult Snow Wolves naturally wouldn’t mind.

Besides, the fish wasn’t small. In the end, most of it would end up in their stomachs anyway.

Tonight, the group found a cave.

Although it wasn’t as comfortable as the large cave from the trip there, it could barely shelter them from the night wind.

The cave was quite cramped. They could manage to move around in their human forms. At the moment, they were inside, building a fire and preparing dinner.

Eric had originally been very worried on the journey that Evan would get sick from the increasingly cold temperatures.

But later, Evan put his own clothes, made from Elven cloth, back on.

They looked very thin but were surprisingly warm. His complexion looked much rosier than when he was wearing the animal hide clothes.

Moreover, these dark blue clothes were very flattering, much more beautiful than their bulky, rough animal hide clothes.

He looked elegant, and paired with dark-colored boots, it accentuated his jade-like face and his posture, which was as straight as a pine or cypress.

Eric gave the jar of animal fat and the bottle of sauce to Max and Michael, and took a brush for himself.

First, he sprinkled a little water on the dried meat. After the meat was damp, he brushed layer after layer of animal fat and sauce on top.

With stronger seasoning, the unpleasant smell of the dried meat wouldn’t be too obvious. At least it would be edible.

Eric chose a slightly smaller fish. After roasting it until cooked, he sprinkled seasoning powder on it, and the aroma immediately filled the air.

Fresh fish meat has a naturally firm texture; frozen fish is slightly inferior.

But sea fish naturally has a light flavor, the meat is fresh, and there are few small bones. After being frozen and then roasted, it was still much tastier than river fish.

In his previous life, he lived in the Red River Delta, so opportunities to eat fresh sea fish were rare. It wasn’t until he grew up that he had the chance to buy various fresh sea fish to cook for himself.

To this day, he still remembered how, when he was little, whenever the fish seller came to the village, baskets of frozen fish would be displayed on the ground for everyone to choose from.

At that time, his grandmother would buy a few and braise a flavorful pot of fish for him to satisfy his craving.

His deepest memory was the braised mackerel his grandmother made. It was a pity they only operated near the shore this time; he didn’t know if there was mackerel in the deep sea here.

Eric gave Evan a large piece of roasted fish. Seeing that he didn’t want to eat the dried meat, he took back the piece he had given him earlier.

It was lucky that he was the one who found Evan. If it had been another Beastman, Evan would have probably frozen to death, if not starved.

"Thank you." Evan nodded. His words and gestures all exuded elegance and nobility.

Under the flickering firelight, Eric looked at the men. They had different styles but were all exceptionally good-looking. The roasted meat in his mouth seemed to taste even more fragrant.

"You humans really eat too little, even less than Eric. No wonder every one of you is built so small."

Michael frowned, looking in disbelief at Evan, who was eating the piece of roasted fish.

He couldn’t understand. Such a small piece of roasted fish wouldn’t even be enough to get stuck in his teeth. How could Evan possibly get full from it?

Evan’s back, which had been perfectly straight, suddenly stiffened a little.

"Pfft! Michael, can you stop poking at other people’s sore spots? We’re still young, we can still grow taller!"

Eric, who had just taken a sip of water, almost spat it out. He said angrily.

Evan also looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old and was a little taller than him.

Actually, this body was similar to Eric’s in his previous life, around 1.7-something meters tall. It just seemed a bit short when placed in the Snow Wolf tribe, which had an average height of about two meters.

Eric looked at Evan, who had turned his head to eat without a word, and couldn’t help but feel that he was biting down particularly hard.

The Beastmen’s nerves were thicker than steel; every one of them had an EQ so low it was hard to watch.

It wasn’t without reason that the original owner eventually turned villainous.

For a person with a sensitive personality and complex inner world like the original owner, living among a pack of Beastmen who were this straightforward was truly difficult.

"I originally intended to help A Mật find her family on the way back. As it turns out, this cub still hasn’t woken up."

Michael pointed at little snake A Mật, whom Eric had placed by the fire, and shook his head helplessly.

A Mật slept very soundly the entire way. Probably because the danger had passed and she was well-fed, she even snored lightly in her deep sleep sometimes.

Eric touched A Mật’s cool scales. Now, after having been "trained" by her, he was no longer afraid of snake scales.

"There’s no other way. It’s just the Snake tribe’s nature. Besides, the closer we get to the tribe, the lower the temperature drops, so she’s even less likely to wake up."

Speaking of this, he was also very helpless. This time, they could only bring her back to the tribe.

Next to the fire, there was also a giant magic beast egg.

These past few days, the movements of the baby Cẩm bird inside had been growing stronger. It probably wouldn’t be long before it hatched.

Evan’s gaze swept past the magic beast egg, finally resting on Eric.

Evan’s impression of the Snow Wolf tribe had always been one of ferocity and fearlessness in battle.

As for their lives, he believed they were no different from other Beastmen: dirt poor.

His father had once told him that Beastmen were a barbaric and ambitious existence. He had never held any good impression of them.

However, ironically, the one who found him was a Snow Wolf tribe cub. He not only saved his life but also took care of him meticulously, breaking down his deep-seated prejudices bit by bit.

Now, he really didn’t want to go back and face his own people, but he also had nowhere else to go. He originally hadn’t held out any hope, because if it were him, he would never have taken in a stranger he didn’t know.

But this cub was truly very kind.

He persuaded his companions to take him in and even picked up a Snake tribe cub. The most incomprehensible thing was that he also intended to raise a baby Cẩm bird. The Snake tribe were also Beastmen, so it wasn’t strange for them to help a cub of their own kind.

But given the poverty of the Snow Wolf people, the fact that they were willing to raise a magic beast was astonishing enough. As far as he knew, among the Beastman tribes, very few races raised magic beasts.

Their wariness was also very strong. The fact that they were willing to take him in, aside from that cub’s kindness, was for another reason: those two adult Snow Wolf men were actually willing to listen to him.

Anyone else looking at this group would assume the leaders must be the two tall Beastmen, yet the one in command was a cub.

These strange phenomena made Evan feel it was very bizarre, and he couldn’t help but want to find out more.

Especially since he had once heard Max call Eric "little chief," which further piqued his curiosity.

Evan truly wanted to go and see what kind of tribe would actually let a cub be their chief.

In the past several hundred, or even thousand years, such a thing had never happened on this entire continent.

Carrying these thoughts, Evan became even more resolute in his decision to stay with the Snow Wolf tribe - not just for his own sake, but also to observe this strange cub.