I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 219: People from the Golden Kingdom

Eric remembered that gunpowder was invented long ago in history, but initially, it wasn’t used for war; instead, fireworks made from it became a brilliant cultural feature lasting for thousands of years.

He suddenly remembered the years in his previous life; every Tet, the night sky was lit up by blooming fireworks. Adults and children gathered in the yard, looking up at the sky together.

That scene had been etched in his mind for many years. Later, when he grew up, even though he could afford to buy lots of fireworks, the state had banned firecrackers. Thinking back, he still felt extremely regretful.

So, he could let the Dwarves try making some fireworks and firecrackers to see...

Eric stroked his chin, a mischievous idea popping up in his head.

"Kid Eric!"

Suddenly, an urgent call rang out in the yard. Eric recognized Thomas’s voice and hurried out the door.

Thomas rushed in: "People from the Golden Kingdom came to the Dwarves demanding weapons; you should go see quickly."

This day had finally come. Eric’s face became serious as he hurried after Thomas.

Thomas’s heart burned with anxiety.

The Golden Lion tribe leading the group was known for their arrogance; the warriors in the tribe were very unconvinced by them. Plus, with the Dwarves being the fuse in the middle, he feared arriving just a little late would mean both sides rushing into a fight.

This wasn’t the result he wanted to see.

He couldn’t help but speed up, and worrying Eric couldn’t keep up, he intended to pull his old trick, reaching out to grab Eric by the neck.

Just then, a black shadow flashed, blocking between Thomas and Eric, stopping his outstretched hand.

Thomas looked closely; it turned out to be Max in a jet-black animal skin outfit.

He was about to scold this stinky brat for wasting time when he saw the other lift Eric onto his back without a word. Not even glancing at him, Max directly accelerated, transforming into a black blur rushing away.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas cursed Max dozens of times in his stomach, then hurriedly sped up to chase after them.

Suddenly lifted onto Max’s back, Eric only felt the world spinning; before he could see clearly who it was, he fell onto a warm and sturdy back. The familiar temperature and scent made him instantly recognize who it was.

Just experienced an awkward moment at Aunt Luci’s house, actually Eric didn’t want to face Max temporarily.

But now the main business was more important; he had to skillfully lower his head, hiding his face behind Max’s back to avoid the cold wind slapping his face.

Well, this was fine too. Eric actually saw Uncle Thomas’s motion to pick him up, so he was grateful for Max’s action.

Uncle Thomas’s way of carrying him by the neck like a chick, regardless of life or death just to go fast, was truly too uncomfortable; Eric was traumatized.

Thinking of this, Eric couldn’t help but start admiring Uncle Joseph, who was frequently carried back and forth by Uncle Thomas.

Everyone knew Dwarves had short legs and were even slower than Eric, so frequently being carried to keep up was normal...

Eric’s house was very close to the Dwarf residential area; soon the two arrived at the scene. They saw at the edge of the residential area, a crowd of Dwarves surrounding three tall beastmen in the middle, standing out like cranes among chickens.

The people from the Golden Kingdom dressed luxuriously like the Black Wolf tribe, but the Golden Lion person leading dressed even more elaborately. If not looking at his arrogant expression, one might think this was a middle-aged noble.

The Golden Lion tribe was naturally taller than the Black Wolf tribe; strong arms draped in this kind of cloak looked a bit incongruous. The two beastmen behind him, one Tiger tribe, the other Leopard tribe, each looked extremely robust.

Eric naturally couldn’t smell the scents of different beastmen; he could only distinguish by appearance. These things were whispered into his ear by Max, making his ear tickle.

The hair of the Golden Lion and Tiger tribes were both yellow, but the Golden Lion’s was slightly orange. As for the Leopard tribe, their hair was brown, and their pupils were yellowish-brown.

Leo was also Golden Lion tribe, but his pupils were black like our Snow Wolf people; it seemed fate destined Leo to have an affinity with our Snow Wolf tribe.

Remembering Leo, Eric’s nerves tensed a bit. Hopefully, this Golden Lion tribe wouldn’t discover Leo. Now wasn’t the best time for Leo to return to the Golden Kingdom.

In the original story, Leo’s mother eventually defeated the current king and countless other competitors to become the queen of the Golden Lion tribe.

After becoming queen, she poured all her efforts into searching for her son lost years ago, only then finding Leo and welcoming him back as a prince.

Now if Leo was discovered and taken away by the Golden Lion tribe, who knows if he would be swept into power struggles.

Even though beastmen loved their cubs, what if there were those without limits using Leo to threaten his mother?

Moreover, out of selfishness, Eric couldn’t bear to part with Leo so soon, pushing the boy into such a complex environment.

Seeing him tense, Max lowered his head to continue whispering in his ear:

"Don’t worry, I’ve taken Leo to my house, letting my mother watch him. Won’t let him run around randomly lately."

Eric ignored everything else, extremely moved hearing this. Max was truly too thoughtful: "Thank you, Max."

Max gently rubbed his head.

Feeling the warmth on top of his head, Eric’s face uselessly burned up again. Especially after seeing Max’s expression and gaze, his face turned even redder.

Only now did he suddenly realize Max’s attitude towards him had changed drastically compared to when he first arrived.

Moreover, the thought that Max only treated him as a younger brother began to waver upon meeting his gentle gaze...

"What are you two doing!" Thomas caught up, angrily patting Eric’s back lightly: "Main business is important! Forgot you’re the chief?"

Eric jumped, smiling awkwardly.

After scolding him, Thomas glanced irritably at Max with a cold gaze: "And you too, stinky brat, don’t look at me with those eyes!"

Hearing the commotion here, the crowd of Dwarves and the envoys of the Golden Kingdom all looked towards them simultaneously.

The Dwarves breathed a sigh of relief. Luban standing at the front hurriedly waved to Thomas, then turned to introduce to the Golden Lion person: "This is our chief."

The Golden Lion person looked at the Snow Wolf people emerging from the path parted by the crowd; the leader was a cub who hadn’t even activated Beast Origin Power. He somewhat doubted his ears.

"He is the chief? Isn’t it the two behind him?" Tan of the Golden Lion tribe pointed at Eric, frowning as he asked Luban.

This journey, following the location marked on the sheepskin map, they had passed through more than half of the Dwarf territory. Only the Dwarves of the Du tribe had disappeared without a trace. They even smelled human scent on the abandoned residential area of this tribe.

Initially, they indeed thought the Du tribe Dwarves had been taken by humans.

But Tan also smelled Snow Wolf scent there, so following the trail to the nearest Hadu tribe, sure enough, they found the Du tribe Dwarves here.