I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 245: Frankness

"You said you wanted to take me as your mate. Is it because my mother and Aunt Luci were friends, so you want to take care of me?" Eric raised his head, his gaze serious.

Max’s black eyes held a hint of confusion: "You want to be my mate; what does that have to do with my mother?"

But he wasn’t the Eric of the past. He was just a "beast of burden" from another world...

These were words that Eric could not bring himself to say aloud. No matter how rustic and simple beastmen were, it would be difficult for them to accept something like this, which resembled black magic.

Max seemed to see right through his thoughts. He suddenly stepped closer, his voice extremely low: "I know you aren’t Eric, so the fact that I want you to be my mate has absolutely nothing to do with anyone else."

Boom!

It was as if a loud explosion had gone off inside Eric’s head; his entire mind went blank, his body feeling empty.

A moment later, he tremblingly pointed a finger at Max: "You... you... you knew I wasn’t him from early on?"

Max nodded, gently grasping his hand. Unable to bear looking at that terrified appearance, he bent down to kiss his forehead.

"Don’t be afraid. From the very first day you arrived, I knew. It’s just that at that time, I didn’t expect to like you this much either."

Liked him to the point of wanting him to be his mate.

Max still remembered the day Eric had said that keeping the magic nucleus was a job for a mate. At that moment, he had thought only one thing: his future mate could only be Eric.

In that moment, all vague emotions found their answer. He finally understood why he was always angry when others got close to Eric, why he always wanted to be by his side, and why his heart felt empty if he left for even a little while.

For the past few days, Max knew he needed to give Eric time to digest his emotions and consider the feelings between the two of them.

He guessed that Eric wasn’t without feelings for him, but a sense of unease still rose in his heart. It was a feeling of insecurity Max had never experienced since childhood, making him unable to resist the urge to see him.

Even if they couldn’t meet directly, watching from afar was enough.

That mood of gain and loss lasted until today; Max couldn’t suppress it anymore. Almost hurriedly, he seized the opportunity when the two were alone to ask directly for Eric’s thoughts.

He had long realized the boy wasn’t the old "Eric." In every aspect, he was completely different from before.

What made him most certain was the time both of them went to the Du tribe. That night, Eric answered his question, making Max truly consider him a fellow tribesman of the same tribe. At that time, he hadn’t expected his heart would also fall for this person.

Eric now didn’t know what to be surprised about first. He clutched his forehead, his mind repeating over and over: I’m done for... my identity is exposed...

But Max didn’t intend to let him off the hook. He understood Eric too well; if given a chance, he would definitely busy himself with other things for a long time to avoid the topic. And Max didn’t want to wait anymore.

"Do you want to be my mate?" Max looked seriously into his eyes again.

His voice was very gentle. Eric was surprised to discover that, unbeknownst to him, Max had always spoken to him with such warmth, as if the cold facade when they first met was just an illusion.

"I..." Eric hesitated to speak. The fact that he was moved by Max wasn’t fake; he had just intentionally suppressed it to the bottom of his heart, originally intending never to let it see the light of day.

Eric was afraid of giving away his affection. He could lose money, even lose his life, but he didn’t want to give unrequited love.

He had lost too much. Everything was a protective shell he had built up around himself. After losing his maternal grandparents, his last two relatives, he didn’t want to lose a lover he seriously loved again.

Love was an unreliable thing. He didn’t want to experience that feeling of being helpless and having no one to rely on again.

But the Max before him was so sincere and gentle, even appearing as if he were begging. He bent down, his black eyes deep as water staring intently at him. Eric simply couldn’t, and didn’t want to, escape.

"But... I am still a cub right now, the age gap between us is too big. You still have to wait a very long time..." Eric mumbled softly.

"So that means you agree!" Max heard the implication, his handsome face flushing red with joy, and he immediately pulled Eric into a tight hug.

"Put me down first!" Eric shouted in embarrassed anger, struggling within those strong arms.

This was the first time he had seen Max express emotion so openly. His heart felt like he had drunk thorny beast honey fruit jam, sweet to the point of spilling out the corners of his mouth.

Wait until he grew taller; he would also lift Max up like this. At that time, he would look like a toy model...

The remedial class of the Hadu tribe, after several setbacks, finally officially opened.

Although Eric was the patriarch, he was also illiterate regarding the written language of this world, so when everyone went to school, he was no exception.

Due to his height, he sat in the front row with Leo and the Snow Wolf children. Further in front were the Dwarves. There was truly not a shred of a patriarch’s dignity to be found.

The people of the Horned Goat tribe were generally taller; aside from the children, the other tribesmen all sat in the back rows.

Robin and Asa, after returning, had discussed for a very long time, then decided to ask for the tribesmen’s opinion.

Staying at the Hadu tribe was naturally good, and the Horned Goat tribe didn’t need to worry about being enslaved.

Although the Horned Goat tribe belonged to the group of herbivore beastmen with slightly stronger combat power, they didn’t have sharp fangs or claws. Now with only more than fifty tribesmen left, including many young children, in the harsh environment of the Fantasy Continent, it was almost impossible to stand firm.

Previously, they intended to rely on other Horned Goat tribes, but the journey was too arduous, and they were lacking food; those other tribes would also find it hard to accept them immediately.

In these circumstances, staying at Hadu was the best choice.

The two had originally thought this proposal would meet much opposition, but contrary to predictions, the Horned Goat tribe seemed to have anticipated it. Especially Uncle Kenya, who even revealed a look that said, "Just as expected."

The matter proceeded too smoothly. Even Eric hadn’t expected it, but rapid progress was a good thing.

Thanks to that, the remedial class could also open smoothly without delay.

Asa even bluntly teased that he finally understood: the remedial class had arranged seats for the Horned Goat tribe as well. Who would believe Eric didn’t have a prior plan...

In any case, the burden on him and Robin was finally lifted. Previously, they always had to think about the future of the tribesmen; now they didn’t need to anymore.

Moreover, the capability of the little Patriarch Eric was something they highly acknowledged. Under his leadership, the Horned Goat people would definitely live as well as the Snow Wolves and the Dwarves.