I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 149: The Hearts of the Dwarves

The feeling of his hand being grabbed made Evan extremely uncomfortable; he suppressed the urge to fling the hand away and said:

"Of course, can you take me there?"

"Alright, follow me!"

Julia hurriedly walked ahead to lead the way. Her age was not young, but she still moved as nimbly as a tiger.

Eric also followed behind Evan. He was very curious about what Evan looked like when casting magic.

After Max finished installing the alchemy furnace, he had been standing next to Eric. Eric saw he wasn’t leaving and ran back to pull him along:

"Let’s go, Max, let’s go watch Evan cast magic."

"Hey, hey, kid Eric, wait for me! I’m done over here too!"

Michael, who was readjusting the large roof panel on his shoulder, saw them all heading in one direction and hurriedly shouted.

The group of people followed Julia’s footsteps to Aiden’s house.

As the first house to be attacked, Aiden’s house was even more disastrously destroyed. By now, the clansmen had already helped him clear away all the gray stones, leaving only large bloodstains, indistinguishable as Dwarven or magical beast blood, splattered everywhere in the house.

Finding the familiar entrance to the cellar, this entrance only accounted for the height of Dwarves, making it very difficult for others to enter. Julia went down first by herself to find the person.

The Dwarves dug cellars taking into account that they could escape future dangers; they would usually dig several levels, with the bottom level used for hiding.

Their voices sounded muffled, transmitting from underground. It was too far from the ground, so Eric also couldn’t hear clearly.

A moment later, Aiden came out of the stone steps first, carrying a little girl who looked to be only two or three years old, followed by his wife and Julia.

"Can you really use magic to treat my daughter? Thank you, human. You can have anything you want, as long as you can make my daughter stop hurting."

Aiden anxiously pleaded with Evan, his rough hands stroking the hair of the daughter in his arms, his voice nearly choking up.

Evan didn’t answer, bending down to push aside the hair on the sleeping little girl’s forehead.

On the little girl’s soft skin, a ferocious, hand-sized wound stretched from her forehead to her left cheek. Fortunately, it didn’t damage her eye.

It was just that this little girl looked even shorter than little A Mật. Such a large wound marring her small face—let alone her parents, even Eric, who was standing to the side, couldn’t bear it and clenched his fingers.

Evan lowered his eyes, his mouth softly chanting complex incantations. Green specks of light gathered again at his fingertips. Evan pointed lightly at the little girl’s wound from a distance, and the magical light specks obediently entered it.

As the magic was cast, the little girl’s tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed in her sleep.

By the time the magic was complete, the bloody wound had already scabbed over. It would likely heal completely before long.

The gloomy cloud on Aiden’s and his wife’s faces dissipated. They joyfully thanked Evan repeatedly. His wife was so happy she cried, thanking him while lovingly stroking her daughter’s small face.

Julia also breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face.

"Mages are truly formidable. This looks like nature magic. Apart from Elves, humans with talent for nature magic are too few. Young man, you will definitely become a high-level mage in the future!"

Julia looked at Evan and praised him endlessly.

Aiden put his daughter down. The little girl, mostly recovered, could finally sleep a peaceful sleep, no longer twitching in her dreams from the pain.

His wife wiped her tears, smiling as she promised Evan:

"My family has the best materials for making a magic staff. Aiden knows how to carve magic runes. We will work together to make a staff for you. We happen to have a wood-element magic core in the house!"

Evan had a slightly dazed expression. He waved his hands and said:

"There’s no need, I don’t use..."

"Why be so polite! Do you know how many people want a staff made by us Dwarves? I even have a branch from an old Treant I knew before. That old fellow is several thousand years old. A staff made from his branch is both comfortable to use and very powerful!"

Julia generously cut off Evan’s refusal.

Smiling helplessly, Evan still wanted to refuse:

"But with my current magic power, even using a low-level staff is very difficult. I really don’t need..."

"It’s settled then! In two months at most, you all can come back to our tribe to get it!"

Julia and Aiden’s wife looked at each other, smiled, and made the decision.

"This is their kind sentiment. Just accept it!"

Eric, seeing the two Dwarves were determined, also chimed in to persuade him.

After all, this wasn’t taking advantage of them. They had saved the Dwarven tribe, and Evan had also treated Aiden’s daughter. It was only natural that they wanted to repay the favor. Continuing to refuse would be a bit disrespectful.

Beastmen don’t have magical talent. Michael was also very curious about the process of casting magic. After watching the entire process, he casually started building the wall for Aiden’s house.

This tribe still used mud mixed with grass to build walls. Once destroyed, it all became broken chunks of earth. Even if stacked back together, it was very difficult to form a shape.

Michael tried several times, but those chunks of earth all fell. He dusted off his hands and stood up.

"The bricks kid Eric makes are still better. Even if they collapse, they’re easy to repair, and they’re sturdy. Walls made of mud are really no good."

Eric observed the mud on the ground and found that it wasn’t ordinary yellow soil, but a greenish-black color, slightly stronger than yellow soil.

"These are walls we build with mud from beside the swamp. It’s stronger than ordinary yellow soil. There aren’t many stones nearby, not enough for us to build houses."

Julia explained, looking at the clump of earth in Eric’s hand.

No wonder it’s this color; it turns out to be swamp mud. It really is a bit stronger than ordinary mud, Eric thought to himself.

Aiden’s wife asked curiously:

"What are bricks? Are they stones?"

Michael thought for a moment, not knowing how to explain. He didn’t really understand how bricks were made, only that they were very good for building houses.

Eric picked up the explanation:

"Bricks are made by firing mud. Their uniform size makes them very convenient for building houses, and they are also very sturdy. It’s just that the winter is too cold, making it unsuitable for making green bricks, as they easily crack from the cold."

A few Dwarves passing by heard there was a better building material and couldn’t help but draw closer:

"It’s made from mud? Is it very good for building houses?"

One of the male Dwarves grasped the main point and asked.

"That’s right. Speaking of which, it’s very suitable for you all. The mud here has high viscosity, which is perfect for firing bricks and tiles."

The more Eric thought, the more he felt this idea wasn’t bad. It was just a pity it was the wrong season.

He just didn’t know if he could tell them how to fire bricks, or if it would affect the tribe. Eric hesitated, looking at Max beside him.

Max casually stroked his smooth, silver-white hair, his eyes filled with encouragement.

"You are the tribal chief. We will all unconditionally follow your decision."

"I just wonder who it was that used to argue with Thomas all the time because of disagreements, haiz."

Michael, standing to the side, shook his head, feigning a sigh.

His expression immediately darkened, Max’s ice-cold gaze shooting straight at Michael.