I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 243: Invitation to Join the Tribe

Eric didn’t like watching them fight anyway, so he decidedly went ahead.

Max nodded, naturally piggybacking him, and walked towards the Horned Goat tribe’s tent.

"No need to carry me, it’s not far. I walk very fast now!"

Eric kicked his legs, complaining unhappily on Max’s back.

Max patted his back gently: "Alright, behave a little. It’s not the first time anyway."

Actually, Eric was often carried by Max, especially when in a hurry. With his help, he saved a lot of time.

The reason he complained was that this scene was too childish. He wasn’t really a beast cub, so it was no wonder he had always suspected Max saw him as a younger brother...

Kevin watched the figures of the two walking away, his eyes helpless, while the sound of rapid punches and kicks continued behind him.

He turned to look at Sam: "Say, why was Max angry back then? We didn’t say anything wrong."

Sam nodded furiously, expressing agreement.

A few cold laughs rang out beside them. Both turned to see Michael standing aside with his arms crossed for who knows how long.

"Hmph, I knew Max’s intentions long ago. You guys don’t know, but when we went to the sea... at the Red Grass tribe, he caused me quite a bit of trouble because of Eric."

Kevin recalled the journey back and agreed strongly: "He didn’t cause me trouble, but he kept following Eric the whole way..."

Then what was Max angry about at that time? Clearly, what they said was the truth!

During a moment of silence, Sam suddenly said: "Your snort just now sounded just like Aunt Anna."

Michael’s face turned green then red; a moment later, he chose to raise his fist.

...

Before Eric and Max could go find the Horned Goat people, Khac had brought his close friend Sat to find them, meeting right on the road.

"Little Chief, great, I was just planning to look for you!" Sat said in surprise when he saw Eric lying on Max’s back.

Khac smiled shyly: "That’s right, we happened to have something to discuss with you."

Eric patted the broad back beneath him and slid down nimbly.

"Oh? I was also planning to find you two. What a coincidence."

Several people looked at each other and laughed.

Sat and Khac met Eric near Luci’s house. The wind outside was biting cold, so Eric invited them inside to warm up.

Besides escaping the wind, Uncle Thomas was there, so he could give them advice.

Max went ahead and opened the door for everyone. Inside the room was only Thomas; Luci was not home.

Thomas had just returned from Joseph’s house and was massaging his sore neck when he saw the group walk in behind Max.

"Sat, why did you guys come here? And Eric, is something wrong?"

Eric lowered his head and laughed secretly. Every time Uncle Thomas went to Uncle Joseph’s house, he had to bow his head, yet he still liked to visit.

According to Aunt Luci, it was because he was curious about the Dwarves’ tools.

Beastmen lived simply, while Dwarves, having lived with humans for a long time, had their own civilization. Their rooms contained many things beastmen had never seen.

It was just that the height difference was too great; the Dwarves’ house was nearly as tall as the caves Eric had seen on TV, forcing Snow Wolves to lower their necks to avoid hitting the ceiling when walking.

"We just met nearby and wanted to discuss something, so we stopped by," Eric replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Thomas understood what he wanted to say. Eric had discussed it before, just hadn’t found the right opportunity.

Everyone sat down on chairs. Max poured each person a cup of spiked beast honey fruit juice. This was something Eric had brought back many times and stored quite a bit of.

"Mmm, this water is delicious!" Khac was a bit shy visiting a Snow Wolf’s house; he bowed his head to take a sip, and his eyes immediately lit up as he spoke happily to Sat.

Sat also took a sip and praised: "It’s really sweet. Besides the taste of spiked beast honey, there’s a fruity scent. A bit like the fruit candy you gave us."

Eric smiled: "You’re right, it’s made from spiked beast honey and fruit. It tastes very good when mixed."

Everyone had things on their minds, sitting silently drinking water, not knowing how to start.

"What do your Horned Goat people plan to do in the future?" Eric thought for a while and decided to ask first.

Khac and Sat looked at each other. Sat was straightforward, so he replied: "Now we only have this many tribesmen left, and the new chief hasn’t been decided yet. As for what happens next, we also want to know... Sigh."

Khac’s face darkened, and he gently set down the cup: "We actually came looking for you precisely because of this. A tribe cannot lack a chief. Sat and I can’t decide, and Uncle Ky said we could seek your opinion."

"Then if a chief is chosen, where will you go to rebuild the tribe?" Eric wondered.

Did the Horned Goat people trust him that much? Even asking his opinion on choosing a chief? While he himself was... aiming for their tribesmen.

Max, sitting on the left, gently pulled his hand, then blinked meaningfully.

Eric immediately understood. It seemed there were people among the Horned Goat tribe who thought like him.

Sat lowered his head, his expression gloomy. Looking at Khac, it wasn’t any better.

"Have you considered that if the remaining Horned Goat members scatter their territory, it will be hard to live well? But if you stay in the Hadu tribe, it’s different. We’ve known each other for a while, and moreover, you won’t have to worry about the safety of your tribesmen due to your small numbers."

Although it was a bit hard to say, Eric chose to express his thoughts.

Sat, who was bowing his head, suddenly looked up, his eyes wavering. This was an option he hadn’t thought of, leaving his mind slightly blank.

On the contrary, the usually calm Khac reacted first: "Are you saying it would be like the Dwarves and Snow Wolves being in the same tribe?"

If the Hadu tribe didn’t have Dwarves, hearing this, Khac would likely have thought of the lesson from the Golden Lion tribe and become defensive.

But now it was different. Since arriving here, the Horned Goat people had witnessed with their own eyes that Dwarves and Snow Wolves lived harmoniously, not treating each other as subordinates.

The few dozen Horned Goat people who escaped death under the claws of the Whirlwind Lizards, although lucky to survive, were still uneasy inside, not knowing where their future lay.

During their time living with the Hadu tribe, the Horned Goat people not only gradually healed the wounds on their bodies but also slowly soothed the wounds in their hearts.

But they still knew this life was like a sweet illusion. The Hadu tribe had saved and sheltered them for a long time, but sooner or later, they would have to re-establish their tribe.

When that time came, whether the remaining Horned Goat people could safely raise their children would still be a problem.

Now that Eric actively proposed letting the Horned Goat tribe stay in Hadu, Khac was not without wavering in his heart; it was just that he was still worried.