I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 314: Parting Gift
Evan looked at him with a gentle, focused gaze:
"Pepsi and the others have nearly finished rehabilitating the destroyed land. They definitely want to stay a few more days to observe me; otherwise, they would have set off back to the Elf Forest by now. Even so, it can’t be delayed much longer. I also have to follow them back. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return. Consider this a parting gift."
Hearing this, Eric felt reluctant to let him go, but he understood that with Evan’s identity as the Elf Prince, he couldn’t keep putting off his return. The Elf tribe had searched the entire continent; if they conflicted with other beastman tribes again someday, who knew if it would actually cause a war.
He knew Evan would return, feeling both complicated and sentimental. Evan was both a teacher and a friend to him and had truly helped him a lot. During this time, he had always been in Eric’s house, and Eric had gotten used to his presence.
Eric said seriously: "You really should go back. Your family and friends must be very worried. It’s okay, the main gate of the Hadu tribe is always wide open to welcome you. Regardless of the grievances of the previous generation, we are friends."
Seeing that he wasn’t holding him back, Evan couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face: "You’re right, we will always be friends. Before I go, I want to teach you one more high-level magic. It is a unique magic of our Elf tribe called the Voice of Nature."
The topic had shifted, and Eric asked with interest: "Voice of Nature? Is it an attack magic or..."
The name didn’t sound like attack magic, but it didn’t sound like defensive magic either; he was incredibly curious.
Evan smiled: "The Voice of Nature allows the caster to hear the inner voice of plants for a short period. The duration depends on the caster’s magic power and mental strength. Moreover, the higher level the plant, the harder it is to hear its thoughts."
This was too practical! Eric exclaimed in surprise: "Then wouldn’t I know exactly which plant lacks water or fertilizer just by using this magic!"
This time, even Evan, who always maintained his composure, helplessly reached out and patted Eric’s head lightly.
This little beastman was really something; clearly possessing such excellent talent, yet whenever he learned magic, he only thought about whether it could be used in the fields, or for cooking and washing clothes...
He sighed helplessly: "Regardless of what you want to use it for, learning this magic is very beneficial for you."
Eric nodded. Of course! In his previous life, there were agricultural universities specifically teaching people how to distinguish what plants needed and what diseases they had. With this magic in hand, he could call himself an expert too!
Learning this magic, wouldn’t I be like a Shaman? It’s just that the magic has a time limit, Eric thought to himself.
In the quiet forest, only the two of them remained, constantly practicing magic. The continuous magic fluctuations caused all the surrounding birds to fly away. This place was still within the Hadu tribe’s territory, so there were no other high-level beasts.
...
At a corner of the field.
Pepsi and the other Elves held hoes and other tools, working half-heartedly. Only a few acres remained, but they kept stalling and wouldn’t finish.
A female Elf with loosely braided hair leaned close to Pepsi, whispering: "Pepsi, do you think that person is really him?"
They knew the Snow Wolves had very good hearing. Earlier, they had to use reconnaissance magic to ensure no beastmen were around before daring to speak, and even then, they didn’t dare speak too loudly.
Pepsi swung the hoe, which completely mismatched his aura, in frustration and replied:
"How should I know! There’s no chance to make contact. That person is busy with who knows what every day; whenever he returns to the tribe, he’s nowhere to be seen."
It was infuriating to talk about. Elves were not liked by beastmen and Dwarves, so they had to act very discreetly here.
Initially, the Snow Wolves would come in groups every few days to watch the show, their eyes full of mockery. If it weren’t for searching for the Prince and their bodies not being fully recovered, Pepsi really wanted to rush in and fight them to the death.
This also meant they had almost no time to actively contact that young man. The only chance to meet was to go to the cafeteria.
Pepsi and the other Elves certainly didn’t want to go to the crowded beastman cafeteria to be looked down upon.
In the beginning, the Snow Wolves from the cafeteria brought food to them. Enduring the scornful gazes of one or two beastmen was manageable, but going to the cafeteria meant facing countless strange looks.
To verify if that person was the Prince, Pepsi had to grit his teeth and lead the Elves to the cafeteria a few days ago, facing the gazes of others every day while unable to swallow their food.
Even so, they couldn’t speak to Evan all this time. At first, they couldn’t meet him at all. In the last day or two, they finally caught glimpses of him occasionally, but it was always within the tribe, surrounded by beastmen and Dwarves, so the Elves couldn’t approach.
Pepsi even tried glancing to signal that young man, implying he should sneak out to find a chance to talk, yet he was ignored every time.
The land rehabilitation work could actually have been finished days ago. To find a chance for contact, they had no choice but to drag out the work. In recent days, the attitude of the beastmen toward them had become blatantly hateful. Elves here truly felt like they were sitting on fire.
Fanta coughed a few times, covering his mouth with his hand, his face pale as he said:
"Whether it’s appearance or name, or even nature magic, everything matches. This person must be His Highness, only perhaps he has some hidden troubles preventing him from acknowledging us."
Another Elf said in distress:
"Exactly! The thing that bound us that day was Nature’s Guardian, a magic unique to Elves. No matter how talented that little beastman is, he would need an Elf to teach him to know it. Aside from His Highness the Prince, no other Elf would do such a thing."
Thinking of this Prince’s personality, the group of Elves all sighed.
Pepsi helplessly put down the hoe. The treatment over the past few days had worn away much of his fiery temper.
He grimaced: "His Highness the Prince is naturally benevolent and has always had compassion for these barbaric beastmen. Perhaps he really taught magic to that little beastman. I just don’t know why His Highness turned into a human."
Elves, beastmen, and the Dragon tribe were all different. Elves always had only one form, and there was no magic that could turn them into humans. They could spot ordinary disguise magic at a glance. Unfortunately, this time was different; they really couldn’t see any flaws in that person.
Just like that, unable to meet, and seeing no trace of tool usage or magic on that young man.
Even the Divine Moon Ring granted by the Elf King to the Prince couldn’t detect any traces.
This was a divine artifact of the Elf tribe; no matter where, as long as the owner was alive, it could transmit news back to the tribe.
But this time, after the Prince disappeared, even the Divine Moon Ring had no activity.
Everyone suspected the Prince had died tragically at the hands of the Dragon tribe.
The Elf King and Queen, holding onto a last shred of hope, sent many Elf teams out to search, and the two of them even went to the Dragon tribe to demand an explanation.
Having finally seen hope at the Hadu tribe, Pepsi and the other Elves didn’t dare slack off for a moment.
But this was someone else’s territory, and the Prince wasn’t actively contacting them, so the Elves didn’t dare act too recklessly. If a conflict occurred again and affected the Prince, what would they do?
Although there was no proof, as Fanta said, looking at it from any angle, that young man was too similar to His Highness the Prince. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
It was just that enduring silently at the Hadu tribe for so many days without contacting His Highness, while the attitude of the beastmen and Dwarves worsened, Pepsi was gradually becoming impatient.
