I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 226: Evan’s Enemy

"What are humans doing running over here?" Sam frowned and complained.

His hearing was much stronger than Eric’s, and he had heard the person’s heartbeat long ago: "It’s fine, he isn’t dead yet, really tenacious."

Eric first breathed a sigh of relief, then surprise rose in his heart: "In this weather, from this height, and with a wild chicken and gray rabbit falling on top of him, yet he didn’t die..."

This gray rabbit and wild chicken combined weighed several hundred catties. Good heavens, falling from such a height and this person was still breathing...

Incidents of objects thrown from heights in his previous life were countless; even small objects falling from high up would cause massive impact force, which was quite dangerous for humans with thin skin and fragile bodies.

However, in this world of magic and martial arts, this person might be some kind of warrior, so his defense was high. Otherwise, regardless of the weather or the impact, it would be easy to lose one’s life.

Sam lifted a string of hares, wild chickens, and that human up, placing them at the edge of the cave entrance.

Damn it, this string of living creatures was truly inseparable. The white rabbit bit firmly onto the wild chicken’s neck, and beneath the wild chicken, the person was using his teeth to bite firmly onto the chicken’s butt...

Eric was originally very worried about this person, but the scene before his eyes was both strange and funny.

Although Sam said this person still had a heartbeat, Eric was still a bit worried. He reached out to check the pulse on the neck; fortunately, it was still beating.

Truly a reckless fellow. How hungry must one be to do this? Finding something to eat immediately after falling into a trap instead of finding a way to escape.

"If he is still breathing, why does he keep this posture and not wake up? Does he have internal injuries?"

Eric used to be a human, so he naturally understood how fragile humans were. The traps they dug were deeper than those in the human world. Even if a warrior fell in, it would be hard to remain unscathed. He didn’t smell human blood, only the smell of wild chicken and gray rabbit blood.

"He doesn’t look injured?" Sam also found it strange. He roughly flipped the person over to examine him, finding him more and more familiar the longer he looked.

He touched the back of his head and said hesitantly, "This person looks like he fainted from hunger."

Eric was stunned.

To think it was because of hunger; this reason was truly fresh...

Just now, Sam had flipped him a few times, and finally, the person’s mouth and the wild chicken’s butt were separated. There were still a few chicken feathers stuck to his mouth; who knew how long he had been biting.

"Sigh, picked up another person. If we don’t bring him back, what if this guy freezes or starves to death?" Eric poked his chin in distress and used his hand to close the gaping mouth.

He couldn’t be blamed this time. He only planned to go out and get a wild chicken; who knew there would be a person dangling underneath.

Luci had repeatedly warned him not to pick up random people, but this probably didn’t count.

Besides, when he wasn’t at the tribe, hadn’t Michael and the others picked up over fifty beastmen of the Horned Goat tribe?

This showed that the ability to pick up people was something the whole tribe possessed, not just him.

Counting on his fingers, the number of people he picked up was not equal to the number of Horned Goat beastmen.

Thinking this way, Eric felt more confident.

It was just one human; he wouldn’t eat much. Since he picked him up, he might as well keep him. Leaving him behind would be pitiful. The tribe had already added many people; adding one more wouldn’t matter.

"Is this person a relative of Evan? Both have black hair. There aren’t many humans with black hair. Bring him back and see, maybe Evan knows him."

Unexpectedly, Sam spoke first. Hearing this, Eric remembered to look closely at the face. Indeed, just as Sam said, this person also had black hair like Evan.

Eric brushed aside the messy black hair covering the face. It turned out to be a young man about Evan’s age. His handsome face, like dazzling sunshine, made Eric pause for a moment.

This was definitely Evan’s relative, although their demeanors were completely opposite. If this person was bright like the sun, then Evan was cold and quiet like the moonlight, but their level of handsomeness was equal.

Almost as soon as he saw the young man’s appearance, Eric was convinced in his heart that he was related to Evan...

...

"Eric, you’re back? Look at this rice flour I ground, is it even? He he."

Kevin smelled Eric approaching the kitchen and ran out to the door to welcome him. He was overjoyed to see Sam bringing Eric and the beastman cubs back.

The large Snow Wolf, Sam, lowered his body. The cubs jumped down first, followed by Eric carrying a black-haired person.

Kevin took him, took a look, then carried him on his shoulder: "Picked up another person? Why are humans coming in the winter this year? Before, apart from merchant caravans, we wouldn’t see a shadow for years."

This year, the tribe had picked up many species, so this was nothing strange to Kevin.

"Who knows why he came to our territory." Sam shook his body, throwing the pile of prey off his back, then transformed back into human form and complained.

Max had to lead people on patrol and training every day. Other warriors could sneak away (like Kevin now), but he couldn’t, so the big cage wasn’t finished yet.

Now that over a dozen wild chickens, wild ducks, and white rabbits had been caught, and the cage wasn’t ready to hold them, Sam had to go ask Robin for some wire to temporarily tie them up while waiting to cage them.

Eric and Kevin carried the person into the house together. Just then, Evan finished his meditation. He was holding Eric’s knife, slicing corn cobs in the kitchen, his movements elegant and looking nothing like he was cooking.

But Evan’s thick corn soup was truly delicious. No wonder it conquered Leo. Eric had eaten it once and still craved it.

Evan’s dishes were close to European cuisine, completely different from the flavors Eric cooked.

"Evan, pause for a moment. We picked up a person in the trap today. His hair is exactly like yours. Do you know each other?"

Eric told Kevin to place the person on the heated bed. Although there were no injuries, it was best to warm him up in this cold weather. After arranging everything, he poked his head out the door and called Evan.

From the moment Kevin carried the person in, the knife in Evan’s hand had stopped in mid-air, and his expression became strange.

Hearing the call, he put down the knife, wiped his hands with a towel, and then walked in.

"A human?" Evan looked at the black-haired youth on the bed. With a thought, magic brushed the hair covering the face aside, revealing the appearance clearly.

Eric sat on the edge of the bed: "I knew you two definitely knew each other the moment I saw him."

After speaking, hearing no response from Evan, he looked up and saw Evan’s face turning green then red; it had never looked so ugly.

Eric asked carefully: "What’s wrong? Your expression is so ugly. Could it be you two..."

Could it be such a coincidence that he picked up Evan’s enemy? Was Evan cursed by this youth?

That possibility was very high...

But why would they come all the way here to fight? Truly idle and looking for trouble. Eric previously thought Evan was wandering because of family matters or being hunted, forcing him to run here. Who knew it was all a misunderstanding.

This human was truly crossing paths with Evan on a narrow road.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have picked him up, but leaving him out in the cold would likely result in freezing to death.

"Arthur, to think it’s him." Evan’s face, usually smiling, was now darkly unpredictable. His eyes looked like a storm was brewing as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

As he spoke, he reached out his hand. Eric knew immediately he intended to use magic, and a powerful kind at that. Since Evan’s magic power had recovered recently, low-level magic didn’t require incantations. Starting up like this definitely meant medium-to-high-level magic, and the damage would not be light...

Eric was startled and lunged forward to cover his mouth and press his hand down.

"Oh my god, are you planning to use magic here and destroy the house? I saw wrong, Sam isn’t the one most like a Husky, you are!"

The incantation that was about to slip out was blocked by him, and his hand was held tight. Evan glared in anger. This was the first time someone dared to do this to him.

But when his eyes met Eric’s jet-black eyes, the anger in him seemed to be doused with water, gradually subsiding.

After a long while, Evan blinked, signaling for him to let go.

Kevin stood nearby, still vigilant, because he knew that although Evan looked frail, his magic was not ordinary. However, since arriving at the Hadu tribe, Evan had helped a lot, so the clansmen were vigilant but their attitude had softened, especially after he taught magic to Eric.

Seeing him calmer, Eric let go and observed his state.

Evan looked coldly at Arthur and scoffed lightly: "He’s actually here. I thought he had drowned."

Eric broke out in a sweat. Such harsh words coming from Evan’s mouth were truly unbelievable.

This was really troublesome. Arthur had a grudge against Evan, and Evan was his teacher, so his feelings certainly leaned toward him. But chasing Arthur out in this season was a death sentence. He began to feel conflicted.

If it were another beastman, it would have been easy to decide, but Eric came from a peaceful era and wasn’t used to the laws of survival here. Making him decide on a person’s life was truly difficult.

Ironically, Arthur was still sleeping soundly on the bed, knowing nothing of the world, giving Eric even more of a headache as he hadn’t thought of a solution yet.