I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 234: Confession

"Max?" Eric didn’t quite understand; he rarely saw Max like this.

While he was unaware, had something happened again?

Hearing his call, Max’s expression softened a bit. He untied a familiar cloth bag from his waist: "Why did you return it?"

So it was because of this.

Eric said awkwardly: "I already said, these high-level magic cores are too precious. I can’t accept a reward without merit; how dare I accept them."

A few parts of misunderstanding appeared in Max’s eyes: "Why don’t you dare to accept? I’m giving this to you; I don’t need you to do anything."

Here we go again. Last time, Eric couldn’t win the argument against him and felt a bit helpless.

"Do you not want magic cores, or do you not want the magic cores I give?" Max thought of the transparent magic cores hanging in Eric’s room, and the air pressure around him dropped a few degrees.

Eric laughed: "No matter who gives me so many high-level magic cores, I can’t accept them. Shouldn’t these things be given to a partner? What would it count as if I accepted them?"

Without noticing, he had spoken his inner thoughts.

Max stood stunned on the spot, his hand holding the cloth bag becoming stiff.

Since it was already said, Eric decided to speak frankly:

"If I accept now, your future partner will definitely be angry knowing this. Apart from the value, it itself carries a different meaning. The magic cores Michael gave me are all primary level, used for playing."

Max’s thin lips moved, but he didn’t speak. His expression changed continuously, seeming to have sunk into his own world.

Seeing this, Eric intended to leave, giving him space to think.

Perhaps because he had always been indifferent to the original owner before, Max felt guilty, so now he treated him especially well. But what kind of feeling this was exactly, Eric didn’t understand, nor did he dare to guess wildly.

Eric had examined himself; the plot of the original work had long been changed into a mess by his influence. Then Max’s romantic line might not necessarily follow the original work anymore, and Eric himself wouldn’t be chased out of the tribe.

So he decided to face his feelings. Before that, he also wanted to see what Max actually thought, whether he was just being sentimental on his own.

In the original work, Max and Michael went through so many hardships before developing different feelings. Now that the tribe was developing smoothly, the plot points originally used to trigger emotional explosions had disappeared due to the butterfly effect.

Even though Eric had read the original work, he wasn’t clear on how things would develop in the future.

Seeing him about to leave, at the moment they passed each other, Max grabbed his wrist and looked down at Eric. His eyes were complicated, deep, and unpredictable as never before.

"I only want to give them to you, Eric. I don’t intend to find anyone else as a partner."

Max’s low voice rang in Eric’s ears.

Suddenly hearing words equivalent to a confession made Eric freeze on the spot. The red color spread from his ears to his cheeks, his whole person resembling the boiled crab he ate by the seaside.

"I, I, I... I’m still a cub!"

Single for thirty years, Eric didn’t know how to deal with such situations. His heart beat unusually fast, and his brain was chaotic as if lacking oxygen.

In his panic, he blurted out to Max the words Luban used to say to him.

As soon as these words were spoken, both of them were stunned. Max couldn’t help but laugh, his always cold face looking like spring flowers blooming.

Eric covered his mouth helplessly; why did this mouth speak without going through the brain? A sense of regret rose in his heart; he just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

A warm hand gently rubbed Eric’s head, and Max smiled and said: "Don’t worry, just grow up first."

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Mung beans, both heat-clearing and detoxifying, had diverse ways of preparation. When suffering from internal heat, they were the best remedy.

That day, Eric went home clumsily. He didn’t know if it was because he was thinking too much, or because the weather was gradually getting a bit warmer and the heated bed’s temperature was too high, but he had felt a bit of internal heat these past few days.

So he thought of the mung beans brought back from the Ox-Head tribe. Nothing was better than mung beans for relieving heat.

He added mung beans, water, and white sugar into a spout-less teapot and placed it on a small fire to cook slowly. Mung bean sweet soup was the most common way to eat it in his past life, only when he was small, Eric drank mung bean soup with the skins on and added sugar.

Growing up and traveling to all three regions, he learned that even a small bowl of mung bean sweet soup had regional differences.

A sweet fragrance wafted through the bedroom. Eric squatted by the stove, his eyes unfocused, unable to stop thinking about the words Max said that day.

Sigh, so annoying. Why were there no relationship experts here? Could anyone give him advice on this difficult emotional problem!

Eric screamed like a marmot in his heart.

Evan seemed to have recovered quite a lot of magic power and went out to find a secluded place to practice magic. Ever since learning Arthur had amnesia, he had looked in that direction for a long time with murderous eyes, but strangely endured it, completely ignoring the other party for the past few days.

Leo was no exception and ran out to play. Notably, the females obsessed with making shoes not only made shoes for Leo’s human form but also made four small shoes for his beast form, which were incredibly cute.

Leo liked them very much. He put them on as soon as they were sent over and went out to show off every day, making other cubs jealous, who then went home one after another to beg the adults to make small shoes for them.

The cubs of the Horned Goat tribe were no exception. Actually, wearing shoes in beast form was constraining. Iris and the others made shoes for Leo just to tease him, like giving a toy. Who would have thought it could cause a wave in the cub world?

The human forms of the Horned Goat tribe were very normal, but after all, they were a species with hooves, so sewing was a bit difficult. Especially for such exquisite small shoes, they could only take the cubs to ask Jessica and the others with glum faces.

With cubs wearing shoes one after another, the adults inevitably got curious too. After finding Dwarves to try them on, they all liked them. In the tribe, after sweaters, making shoes began to be in vogue, even hotter than hairpins.

The person who caused all this was moping at home in sorrow.

He hadn’t gone out much these past few days, afraid of running into Max. He still hadn’t thought things through; it was better to be alone to empty his thoughts.

This matter harmed him so much that he couldn’t meditate recently. Closing his eyes meant thinking wildly; he couldn’t focus at all.

It seemed that most mages were definitely single; otherwise, it would affect cultivation too much.

Eric sighed, standing up to stir the mung bean soup in the teapot. This teapot was made large, like a pot, so he decidedly used it for cooking; anyway, the other world didn’t have many rules.

Being idle made it easy to think nonsense. Eric planned to use mung beans to make some other food, for example, the mung bean cakes he loved very much.

A basin of mung beans was washed clean and cooked directly in an iron pot on the stove. Cooked until they burst open, he scooped them out, mixed them with white sugar and thorn-beast honey for seasoning, used a wooden stick to stir the mung beans evenly, and mashed them.

Without a mold, he used a plate to compress the mashed mung beans tightly, then cut them into small pieces.

Tasting a piece, sure enough, pure mung bean cake without additives was a delicacy, and the aroma of mung beans was extremely rich.