I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 313: Teleportation Art

Lost in thought, Eric arrived home before he knew it.

A few days ago, he had intended to make some dry biscuits for Max, Grass, and Michael to eat on the road. As a result, one thing after another piled up, preventing them from leaving with peace of mind.

Eric decided to take those biscuits to the cafeteria to share with everyone, telling himself he could make more a few days before they left, once the tribe was stable.

However, the room used for baking still lingered with the rich, fragrant scent of butter.

As soon as he entered the house, Eric exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, Evan, you’re home?"

Eric hadn’t seen Evan during the day for a long time. Especially after the Elf team arrived at the tribe, Evan had been too busy to teach him magic in the mornings.

Now that Evan could freely switch between human and Elf forms, he wasn’t as mysterious as before and could stay home reading during the day. Since their last conversation, Evan didn’t hide anything anymore; the book in his hand was obviously made by Elves.

The Elf tribe didn’t use sheepskin parchment; they had a type of paper made from leaves unique to the Elf Forest. Not only was it easy to write on, but it was also resistant to rot and could last for a thousand years without spoiling.

Evan spoke with a slightly reproachful tone: "Wasn’t I waiting for you? Why didn’t you come to learn magic this morning?"

Teachers were like that; seeing a good seedling who refused to study made them regretful.

Evan was the same. This was the first time he had met a beastman with such high natural magic talent who learned very quickly, but the other party was the Chief, and whenever he got busy, there was no time to study.

Eric laughed: "I was busy leading the tribesmen to plant rice. Balu and Kiet are learning to dig wells with the Dwarves. I didn’t want to disturb them, and after all, it was just sowing seeds."

Evan smiled: "Alright, you must be tired. I made maple syrup pancakes for you."

Saying this, Evan took an exquisite silver plate out of his ring. On it was a stack of soft, sweet pancakes, glistening with a layer of syrup.

Eric cheered: "No wonder the house smells so good, I thought I was hallucinating from hunger!"

He happily accepted the plate, not even waiting for a fork, and picked up the whole stack to take a big bite.

"So fragrant! Evan, you’re amazing!"

The pancakes smelled of milk and were soft and fluffy, almost melting in the mouth immediately. Eric was stunned speechless by the rich sweetness, his face sticky with syrup, only able to exclaim in admiration.

Evan smiled gently and quietly took out a clean handkerchief, reaching out to wipe Eric’s cheek.

This action was a bit too intimate. Eric instinctively tilted his head to dodge, simultaneously reaching out to take the handkerchief and wiping his face hurriedly.

He joked: "Hehe, and it’s Elf-made fabric too. You’re too luxurious, worthy of being His Highness the Prince."

Evan froze, not understanding why he had suddenly acted like that; it was completely inappropriate.

Forcing a smile so Eric wouldn’t notice anything unusual, Evan said: "Then it’s a gift for you."

Eric replied: "Then I won’t be polite."

With that, he unhesitatingly tucked the handkerchief into his pocket.

A plate full of pancakes was polished off by Eric. He licked his lips greedily and said: "Leo and little Mat aren’t here, so I guess I have to devour it all by myself."

Evan looked at him and chuckled softly. The young beastman before him always possessed a maturity and thoughtfulness inappropriate for his age, but sometimes unintentionally revealed a bit of innocence, making one always want to understand him deeper.

Evan asked: "Are you busy later? If you have time, I’ll teach you a new magic."

Eric’s eyes widened in surprise: "Learning new magic! Great! I just finished sowing the seeds, and others are watching over the remaining work. Let’s go!"

Speaking of new magic, Eric was incredibly interested, wishing he could learn it immediately. Since coming to the other world, what delighted him most was direct contact with magic. No matter how many times he practiced, the feeling of casting magic was always novel.

Seeing him happy, Evan’s eyes grew even gentler. He said: "Alright, try our royal clan’s secret art."

Saying that, he extended his palm. He didn’t abruptly pull Eric but just held his palm up, his beautiful eyes full of encouragement.

Eric muttered: "Royal secret art?"

Just hearing it sounded magical. Eric hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on the other’s slender palm. Immediately, his hand was gripped tightly. A dry warmth was transmitted, and he only heard Evan’s voice by his ear: "Don’t be nervous."

Then, countless natural light spots appeared on both of them. Along with the glittering spots increasing in number, the two figures, one tall and one short, also turned into countless spots of light, dissolving into the room.

Eric only felt that in a split second, his vision turned three hundred and sixty degrees, but not through his eyes.

Along with his body moving rapidly involuntarily, he felt like he was on a super-speed elevator, and he couldn’t even feel his own body.

Rapid movement plus omnidirectional vision, along with countless scenes flashing by like arrows - if it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t even feel his body, he would have gotten motion sickness...

In a dense forest, countless green light spots condensed into two human figures, Evan and Eric.

"Blargh!"

As soon as Eric stood firm, he rushed to a large tree, holding onto the trunk and retching dryly for a long time before feeling better.

Evan was by his side, rubbing his back: "It’s your first time using teleportation magic, so you’re not used to it. You’ll be fine after a few times."

Eric took a few deep breaths of fresh air and asked: "Is this teleportation magic? Doesn’t it need a magic array? Why didn’t I hear any incantation?"

He had some understanding of teleportation magic. Evan had mentioned it to him before, just like when Thomas initially led the warriors to rescue the Du tribe; the two of them eventually escaped using a teleportation scroll.

But while teleportation magic was convenient, it required a medium to activate, and both the departure and arrival points needed a medium to complete.

Teleportation scrolls could be said to be items that had a price but no market, showing that the mastermind behind the scenes back then had paid a considerable price.

The most commonly used teleportation magic was through teleportation arrays. This was like in games, except each use required a large number of magic cores, which ordinary people couldn’t afford.

That was why Eric was so surprised.

The teleportation magic Evan cast didn’t involve any scrolls or arrays; it brought the two of them directly here. Was this the secret art of the Elf royal family?

Moving through anywhere without gods or ghosts knowing - the enemy couldn’t possibly defend against it.

Evan explained: "This is a magic that only our Elf royal family can cast. It allows us to pass through anywhere with plants via natural elements and spatial elements. But this type of magic consumes a lot; after using it once, it takes at least a few months before it can be used again."

Eric’s eyes sparkled:

"That’s too impressive! As long as there are plants, you can arrive. There’s nothing better for a surprise attack. It’s fortunate that only the royal family can use this magic; otherwise, wouldn’t the Elves have unified the world long ago?"

Evan joked: "This magic looks impressive, but each cast can carry a maximum of three people. At most, it’s effective for fleeing."

Eric said regretfully: "But the cooldown time is a bit long. Isn’t it a bit of a waste for you to use it like this..."

Taking several months to use again - it was a pity to use it up just like that.