I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 231: The Love for Beauty is Everywhere
Seeing Arthur hadn’t woken up yet, Eric turned to leave. The old house was near Luci’s home, and he intended to bring the hairpin over for Luci to try.
Just as Eric let down the door curtain and left, the young man with the exquisite face lying on the animal skin frowned. His eyelids began to tremble incessantly, as if struggling with difficulty.
Considering that Arthur might have been hungry for too long, Eric also planned to cook some more porridge for him at Luci’s house. What a strange turn of events; Evan’s enemy was saved by Eric himself.
Eric had gone through twelve years of compulsory education; although he talked big online, when actually faced with such a situation, he couldn’t just stand by and watch someone die.
Luci was fretting at home. She had completely forgotten about the magic core Eric brought over a few days ago. She only remembered to tell her son this morning, and at that moment, Max’s expression had turned unsightly.
She began to worry that he would get angry and was sitting restlessly, wanting to go find Eric, when she saw him coming over on his own.
"Oh my, I was just about to go look for you. Today..."
Luci’s words stopped halfway, and she sniffed the scent on Eric’s body suspiciously:
"Why do you have the smell of a stranger on you again?"
Eric sighed helplessly and recounted the story of picking up another human this morning, who happened to be Evan’s enemy.
Luci also had to concede; how could he pick up people even while staying within the tribe?
"Fine then. If Evan says he is useful, then keep him for now. If not, send him to the Ox-Head tribe."
Eric had also considered this aspect, which was why he kept Arthur. Although he didn’t know what use Evan had for keeping an enemy, he didn’t ask for details.
"That’s right, Aunt Luci, I came this time to show you something good." Eric approached Luci and spoke mysteriously.
Her curiosity piqued, Luci laughed: "What is it? Did you make a new dish?"
Eric felt a bit aggrieved; why did everyone associate him with food? "No, look!"
He took out a hairpin shaped like a blooming flower from his chest, presenting it before Luci’s eyes like a treasure.
Female beastmen also liked beautiful things, and Luci immediately widened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with delight.
"Wow, this is so beautiful. Did you make it yourself? Your skills have improved, Eric," Luci teased as she took the hairpin.
"I just drew the design. The hairpin was carved by Evan; my hands aren’t that skilled," Eric said with self-awareness.
Luci smiled, fondling the hairpin without wanting to put it down, only she didn’t know how to use it.
Eric helped her bun all her hair up with the hairpin. It looked much better than when Luci used a strip of cloth to tie it casually before. Moreover, the bunned hair made Luci look even more attractive.
The beastmen were tall and healthy. Combined with the gentle Eastern-style bun, it was unexpectedly harmonious, not at all incongruous as Eric had imagined.
Following the old routine, he conjured a water mirror for Luci so she could hold it and look. Luci looked curiously at her new hairstyle in the clear water mirror, smiling incessantly.
"Aunt Luci, remember to help me cook some porridge for Arthur. Just pour it straight in. Kevin said he just fainted from hunger," Eric instructed.
Luci stood before the water mirror without turning her head, waving her hand to signal she knew, then continued to admire herself.
Wasn’t this the state of middle-aged people when they first figured out how to take selfies, posting close-up photos of their faces every day? Eric could imagine that if Luci were given a phone, she could post countless such videos.
Eric took the hairpins and went to give one to Grass. Unexpectedly, Grass, who had been obsessed with knitting sweaters for the past few days, had gone out on patrol today.
In winter, the warriors didn’t need to mobilize entirely, so Max and Thomas turned a blind eye to those warriors who skipped work.
A few days ago, Grass was obsessed with making yarn and knitting sweaters, and her mind was meticulous. Eric and the others also supported her leading others to improve the clothing for the tribe members, so Grass hadn’t participated in patrols for a while.
Since she wasn’t there, only Jessica was in the tent, leisurely sewing quilts. After having the traps, the amount of feathers increased, and Eric planned to make some down quilts for the cubs in the tribe first, assigning this task to Jessica.
Seeing his confusion, Jessica laughed and said:
"Kailin’s group learned very fast; they all know how to spin yarn, and they are very proficient at knitting sweaters too. Grass said she wasn’t needed anymore. Staying at home for a few days made her body feel uncomfortable, so she went out early in the morning."
Eric nodded. Grass was indeed not someone who could sit still. If she didn’t truly like it, knitting for so many days would have been hard on her.
He just couldn’t help but feel regret in his heart. Grass’s cool temperament combined with her cold and glamorous appearance, along with her tall, slender, yet powerful figure - she was too suitable to be a model.
But he couldn’t come empty-handed. Eric used a hairpin to bun Jessica’s hair, let her admire herself in the water mirror, and left one for Grass who wasn’t home.
Eric enthusiastically bunned hair for everyone, incidentally promoting the use of hairpins, then ran to the Dwarves.
He prepared one each for Iris and Kailin. Moreover, the ones for the Dwarves were engraved with magic runes, making the female Dwarves’ eyes light up with joy.
Both beautiful and an intermediate magic tool - if this were placed in the human world, the price would absolutely not be cheap.
Countless nobles would fight over it. The design might be a bit simple, but perhaps someone would like this style. Nobles, after all; it wouldn’t be strange for them to like anything.
The Dwarves, skilled in forging, already had ideas. Among the ores they stored, there was no lack of those with good attributes that were also beautiful. Using them to make jewelry would certainly be not bad.
"Eric, if I use Mithril or Red Copper to make this style, would it work?" Iris asked while looking at her hair and revealing the pattern, simultaneously exercising her brain to imagine.
Mithril was silvery-white, Red Copper was reddish-gold; just thinking about the finished product was beautiful. As expected of Dwarves skilled in forging, their aesthetic sense was also very good.
When Dwarves forged weapons or tools, they not only had to ensure power but also needed a beautiful appearance. Especially magic staves - many were gorgeous or modest, but without exception, they all had aesthetic taste.
Many magic staves circulating in human hands had their own unique characteristics in appearance.
Therefore, Dwarves were also very good at polishing gems, and they would collect gems themselves. Previously, when Eric brewed white wine and gave it to the Dwarves, many of their return gifts were various gems, only they were rough stones that still needed polishing.
Iris, Kailin, and the other female Dwarves had super strong execution abilities; they decisively surrounded Eric and began to discuss. They debated what color gems to use and how to coordinate them.
Eric could initially offer opinions, but later he was pushed aside by the increasingly excited females whose ideas were flying high.
Sure enough, no matter which world, when females got excited, they were all like this. Fortunately, there was no Singles’ Day (11/11) here...
However, the aesthetics of the other world and modern times ultimately had differences.
Many of the Dwarves’ opinions were quite interesting, and some had already started using available tools to craft.
