I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 397: Sprouts of Life

Cotton seeds originally needed five to fifteen days to sprout.

Under the meticulous care of human slaves and beastmen, plus the nature magic Eric occasionally cast, the cotton planted in the Hadu tribe sprouted on a large scale by the third day.

After more than ten days of growth, some fast-growing seedlings had already produced four or five round, lush green leaves, looking extremely full of vitality.

"Grow up quickly; later, my tribesmen will have endless cotton clothes to wear," Eric said gently to the seedlings.

At this time, the human slaves living in the temporary tents set up next to the tribe also came over. Their main task now was to catch insects in the fields.

Nature magic had advantages, but it also had disadvantages. For example, this intermediate magic "Spring Returns to the Earth" could provide vitality and nutrition to plants while also possessing healing abilities.

Humans also had nature mages, but their numbers were very scarce. They often used this magic as a type of large-scale healing magic.

But compared to other healing magic, the effect of "Spring Returns to the Earth" was not as obvious, and human landowners couldn’t spend a large amount of gold coins to hire a mage, so this magic was classified as intermediate.

Saying all this, Eric just wanted to demonstrate one thing: this magic differed from other nature magic in that it also had a healing effect on the insects living under the plants...

While the plants absorbed mana, the surrounding insects also became more active.

But the effect on the plants was ultimately more pronounced, so every time Eric finished casting magic, he would find these people to catch bugs.

Humans were relatively careful and wouldn’t damage the plants. As for the big guys in the tribe, Eric really didn’t dare let them catch bugs next to the cotton seedlings.

Even small-sized beastmen weren’t very reliable; the weakness of small-sized beastmen was only relative.

Eric had witnessed a Rabbit tribe person scorning a human for walking too slowly, carrying and shouldering three people alone while running...

Don’t look at the Rabbit tribe always appearing fragile and weak; their strength was several times that of an ordinary human.

"Hasuo, sorry to trouble you all again," Eric scratched his head embarrassedly, speaking apologetically to the people who had just arrived.

Hasuo, tall and muscular, was still very young, looking only in his twenties, yet he relied on his steady personality and agile work to become the most influential person among the cotton-planting slaves.

So Eric let him be like Gas, responsible for managing the others.

Hasuo was not panic-stricken like Gas. Perhaps a slave’s personality was related to their former owner. This group of slaves was sent by Henry, so their spirits looked much better than Gas’s group.

The cow-herding slaves that Corbin bought from other nobles all had sallow faces and sickly skin; none were as tall and healthy as Hasuo.

"Serving you is what we should do." Hasuo bowed deeply, only then waving to the people behind him, signaling them to start working.

Look at that, even his words were different.

Having read many novels, Eric stroked his chin in thought. These slaves were so different from Gas’s group; could this be the legendary hidden guard?

But after observing the slaves for a while, he extinguished this thought for the umpteenth time.

Except for a few young people like Hasuo, the others always faced him with fear and panic, afraid he would turn into a wolf and eat them.

It seemed that even if there were protectors, there probably weren’t many.

As the son of a duke, this was natural.

After observing these humans for a few days, Eric had come to a conclusion.

Just let the tribesmen keep a closer eye on them. After all, their master was right next to his house; they couldn’t turn the sky upside down.

There was no other way; thinking about it, such a large quantity of cotton seeds wasn’t easily obtained. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Regardless of whether Henry truly wanted to avoid capture or had a conspiracy to revive his fortunes, it had nothing to do with the beastmen. Just be a little more careful and don’t let them harm the tribesmen.

But every day in the tribe, warriors took turns patrolling, and the number of warriors was even greater now; every action of Henry and these people was within the sight of the beastmen.

Especially the Dwarves; they had deep prejudices against humans, so the attention given to these people was naturally greater.

Not long after, Balu also led a few beastmen from the wheat fields, weeding all the way over, holding a pile of unidentifiable weeds in his hands.

Seeing Eric, he smiled simply, his bovine mouth opening. The reddish-brown ox head looked extremely ferocious, scaring some slaves into trembling all over, not daring to look anymore.

"Little Patriarch, you came here again? Here, for you. Didn’t you like eating these things? I specially picked out the edible ones; these are all newly sprouted wild vegetables, very tender."

Eric’s eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to look. Sure enough, there were many types of edible wild vegetables.

Wild vegetables this season were very fresh and tender, and the beastmen weeded every few days, so these were all newly grown plants; the lush young leaves looked delicious.

"Thanks. As expected, your Ox-Head tribe knows the most types of wild vegetables."

Speaking of this, other beastmen also knew he liked eating these things and had brought "wild vegetables" to him before, only it was truly a messy mix of everything. There were many types Eric didn’t recognize, and even if they weren’t poisonous, he didn’t want to eat them.

Last year, he tasted a hundred herbs because of a lack of food; this year, there was no shortage, so Eric didn’t want to torture his mouth.

Looking at the wild vegetables Balu picked out, they were all edible types, and some had only the leaves plucked.

"It’s rare to meet a Snow Wolf who likes eating these things. Spring wild vegetables are the best." Balu gathered these wild vegetables and handed them to him.

"By the way, where did Kiet go? Why haven’t I seen him lately?" Eric asked casually.

Balu’s expression was a bit strange: "Sigh, lately he keeps going to find Mun..."

Mun? Eric remembered the little black cat. What relationship did the Cat tribe have with the Ox-Head tribe? "Could it be that Kiet knows Mun’s parents?"

"He doesn’t know them. The Cat tribe left with the Golden Kingdom long ago; our Ox-Head tribe didn’t interact with them. Kiet is doing it because..."

Balu touched his large ox horn: "He likes playing with Mun very much. Originally, we took turns leading people to work in the fields, but he asked me to come here for him for several days now..."

Eric immediately felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. It turned out Kiet was also a cat slave? Indeed, regardless of race, there existed cat slaves who couldn’t resist the charm of "Your Majesties."

Just thinking of a large Ox-Head tribe person, wearing an ox head, chasing after a little black cat meowing, Eric couldn’t help but laugh.

Balu said gloomily:

"I don’t know what’s wrong with Kiet either. Clearly, before this, he hated the beastmen of the Kingdom the most. Even if the Cat tribe was betrayed and abandoned by the Kingdom, he shouldn’t be with a cub of the Cat tribe..."

Thinking again that the Hadu tribe had taken in the Cat tribe, Mouse tribe, and Rabbit tribe, he sighed again, speaking worriedly to Eric:

"Little Patriarch, I know you have your own thoughts, but these beastmen will very likely bring disaster to the Hadu tribe."