I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 206: Critical Condition

Eric and Max’s group all thought this was a good idea; even Asat and Ake raised their heads, looking at Thomas with joy.

"It’s very dangerous there..." Asat hesitated.

He was both glad to have the Snow Wolf people guide the way and afraid of implicating them. When proposing to return to find his tribesmen, he had prepared himself for a one-way trip, but he couldn’t drag others to their deaths because of his selfishness.

Thomas patted the young man, who was even younger than his own son, on the shoulder with his large hand, his voice earnest: "I will be careful. When the time comes, you must stay calm; absolutely do not act impulsively."

Asat nodded joyfully: "I definitely won’t act recklessly. If we find tribesmen, we’ll bring them back; if not..."

He hesitated for a moment, then continued with difficulty: "...if we can’t find them, we will return immediately, not lingering."

With his promise, everyone felt somewhat relieved.

Eric still worriedly reminded Uncle Thomas: "You must be careful, Uncle; that’s a tier-eight magic beast!"

Max’s face darkened: "I’ll go with Father."

"Why does this brat want to tag along and make things worse? Just stay at the tribe and protect kid Eric!" Thomas frowned, waving his hand impatiently.

Michael burst out laughing, conveniently draping his arm over Eric’s shoulder: "Around the tribe is very safe; don’t we patrol every day? Just let Max go, otherwise he’ll be restless staying at home. Besides, there’s still me, Grass, and everyone else in the tribe."

Truly friends who grew up together, Michael really understood Max’s heart. Eric smiled with a hidden meaning, satisfied.

Max frowned, his face darkening even more, reaching out to grab Michael’s arm draped over Eric’s shoulder and throwing it aside.

He used considerable force; Michael grimaced in pain, rubbing his arm, but a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Luci witnessed the whole process and just wanted to hold her forehead. Couldn’t these kids let her worry less for a bit:

"Alright, alright, if Max isn’t reassured, just let him go with you. You’re old, your reaction definitely isn’t as fast as his; having our son go along makes me feel more at ease."

Thomas was about to cough up blood from anger at his straightforward mate. He always felt like invisible knives were stabbing his heart; the cold wind blowing through made his heart feel icy.

Leo laughed crisply; after mocking, the little boy looked up at Eric:

"Brother, Brother Evan is in our old house; let’s go over and see."

"I’ve only been gone a few days and you two are already so close?" Eric pretended to sulk, pinching the boy’s small nose affectionately.

Only now did he clearly see the small sweater on Leo, exclaiming in surprise:

"Grass finished knitting it? It looks so warm."

Leo rubbed snugly into his embrace, eagerly showing off his new sweater, making Eric chuckle.

Luci pouted: "Isn’t it because Evan knows how to make delicious food for him?"

"Evan knows how to cook too?" Eric was so surprised his chin almost hit the ground.

"I found it strange too. He looks just like those young noble masters in the human world; I thought he wouldn’t know how to do anything. Who knew, despite looking thin, he’s not weak, and even knows healing magic. Our kid Eric sure knows how to pick people to pick up."

Luci also found it very strange; in her eyes, Evan looked like someone who couldn’t lift a finger, yet he did things very properly and even knew how to take care of children.

While chatting, Luci and Eric’s group arrived in front of the earthen house.

Thomas and Max had returned to prepare; they would take Asat to the Horned Goat tribe’s location later. After all, if there were survivors, saving people was like fighting a fire; there could be no delay.

Michael lifted the animal skin hanging at the door. This earthen house had no door or windows; after Eric moved to the new house, he was even lazier to install a door for it, never expecting it would be used one day.

Now that there were injured people inside, Luci had carefully hung an animal skin to block the wind, preventing their wounds from catching a chill.

A foul smell rushed out as the curtain was lifted. Eric hurriedly covered his nose; this smell... it seemed the Horned Goat people were injured quite heavily, their wounds likely festering and rotting.

Afraid of disturbing the injured, Eric tiptoed in.

On the grass mat of his house, several thick layers of animal fur were spread, and on top lay several Horned Goat people breathing weakly. Their naturally dark skin now had a yellowish tint, lips dry and cracked, looking in extremely bad condition.

Everyone had wounds on their bodies; the most serious one had his stomach ripped open. Although Evan had pulled him back from the gates of hell, it seemed he was barely hanging on to his last breath.

Evan was standing on the earthen floor, his hands forming complex seals to cast magic. His face also looked very bad, forehead beaded with cold sweat.

The foul smell they smelled came from the wounds of the Horned Goat people.

Eric had never seen such a scene and had to try hard to hold his breath as he stepped forward to look. He saw the edges of their wounds were rotting and festering; nature magic clung to them, constantly healing, but the wounds were too severe, so the effect wasn’t obvious.

Eric felt both disgusted and scared, a wave of discomfort rolling in his stomach.

Seeing this, Michael hurriedly pulled him behind his back. A child seeing this scene for the first time would indeed find it unbearable; he looked worriedly at Eric’s pale face.

After all, inside was an adult; Eric tried to calm down, straightened up, and looked at Michael:

"Michael, can you help me borrow a smaller knife from the Dwarves? Conveniently get me some white wine too."

Michael didn’t quite understand. Was Eric planning to cook for the injured? But these people were still in a deep coma; how could they eat?

Although full of questions, seeing Eric needed it, he didn’t ask much, turning to take care of it immediately.

There was a stove burning in the house; the charcoal inside was burning well, so the air wasn’t cold. Eric lifted the curtain, cast a wind spell to circulate the air in the room, then lowered the curtain.

Leo ran to the corner furthest from the injured, lying there tilting his head to watch Eric cast magic. If his brother hadn’t come in, he would never have stepped foot in here.

This place stank, and the beastmen lying on the grass mats looked terrible; the boy dared not look.

Wait for Michael to bring the things; Eric picked up the dagger, passed both sides over the fire, wiped it clean with cotton cloth, then washed it thoroughly with white wine again.

Joseph was curiously watching his movements from the side; seeing Eric pour white wine on the knife, he grimaced in heartache for a moment.

At this time, Evan also stopped casting magic, stood firm, took out a handkerchief with exquisite embroidery from his robe, and wiped the sweat from his face.

When Eric changed clothes for Evan, he hadn’t seen this handkerchief; he must have kept it on him. Eric didn’t think much, holding the sterilized knife, his hand trembling slightly.