I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 439: Plan Failed

Eric was startled by the commotion. Upon recovering, he discovered it was caused by Arthur and said unhappily:

"I just went out for a walk; you want to control even this?"

"No, no, I’m just worried about you. Robin threatened you this morning; if he did anything bad, I’d beat him up for you."

Arthur wore a wronged expression. That attitude made Robin, standing to the side, feel chills all over his body.

He was so wronged; clearly, this guy came on his own!

Robin was angry but dared not speak.

Now that Arthur had arrived, Eric’s original intention vanished into thin air. He turned his head unhappily: "Then I’m leaving first. Come again next time if you want delicious food."

He spoke gently to Boa.

Boa carefully glanced at the Great Demon King. In the end, the allure of delicious food was stronger, so she whispered an agreement.

In front of Eric, Arthur was still smiling, but as soon as he turned his head, his face changed like flipping a page. His complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot as he stared jealously at the two dragons, one big and one small.

Why didn’t he get to eat a single bite of the food made by Eric, yet these two dragons could? Jealousy!

His gaze suddenly fell on the basin nearby. The smell coming from it was very familiar; it was unmistakably made by Eric!

"You even saved food for me. Indeed, Eric is the best." Arthur was moved to the point of tears.

"Huh." Eric dragged out his voice in disgust: "Are you stupid? If I saved it for you, why would it appear here? This is a gift I’m giving to... Boa!"

Boa was young; a newborn calf fears no tiger. She bravely puffed out her chest and said: "That’s right, that’s right, it’s for Sister Moon!"

Eric’s heart pounded. In his fright, he immediately changed his tune: "Uh, actually... this is indeed saved for you! I mistook the gift! Boa, come eat cake next time. I’m leaving now, bye!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

If Arthur connected the dots to space magic, the difficulty of his escape would increase again!

Just thinking about these things gave him a headache. Without another word, he picked up the basin, intending to ride on Kanude’s back.

Arthur, who originally wore a look of disappointed jealousy, immediately beamed with joy. He stared gently at Eric, so happy he didn’t know what to do.

He scooped Eric up into his arms with one hand and giggled foolishly: "Then let’s go home."

Eric struggled to get down, but his strength was pitifully small in Arthur’s eyes. In his joyous mood, Arthur completely ignored his struggles.

Robin scowled as he watched the two people and one dog leave. He waited until they were far away before daring to complain:

"Arthur is truly hopeless. To think he could show such a disgusting expression towards that beastman."

And that tone of voice - he really couldn’t believe that was the Arthur who had beaten all the dragons of the same age black and blue since childhood.

Could that guy be gentle? Thinking of using this word on Arthur, Robin’s expression was like seeing something filthy.

"Put me down quickly!" Eric angrily punched Arthur’s head hard with his fist, though this guy could take a beating anyway.

Arthur gave a silly smile, paying absolutely no mind to such attacks that felt like scratching an itch. Holding his mate (self-proclaimed) in his arms, he only wished he could fly a little slower.

The basin of food Eric originally intended to gift to Moon was also protected very well by him.

Arriving at the cave, Arthur reluctantly put Eric down, staring at Eric with a silly smile, his eyes shining with happiness.

Eric felt chills all over his body from being stared at, goosebumps rising everywhere: "What are you doing? What are you thinking? Stop smiling like that."

This dragon was so annoying; the plan that had been set was ruined by him just like that. Eric felt extremely aggrieved and rolled his eyes at him with force.

Having just been coaxed, Arthur didn’t feel sad no matter how bad Eric’s attitude was now. He happily hugged the large basin and ate, his image exactly like when he had lost his memory.

Eric looked at Arthur like this, his mood becoming complex. Before, he had always hoped this guy would recover quickly. Who could have expected that after recovery, it would turn into this situation?

Then again, he did have feelings for Arthur in the beginning. After all, initially, he thought Arthur was a human, and a fool with no memory who only liked delicious food.

Although sometimes Eric felt his constant tagging along was annoying, Arthur actually helped quite a bit. He worked hard and was very obedient...

Sigh, in short, it was hard to describe. Besides hate and dislike, Eric’s feelings toward Arthur were very complicated.

After all, people’s hearts are like that. It was just that he couldn’t forgive the hurt the other party had caused Max and the clansmen, nor could he stay here.

...

In the blink of an eye, several days passed. Eric grew increasingly anxious on Dragon Island. Boa had probably been scared by Arthur that day, as she hadn’t come over these past few days.

As for Arthur, no one knew what wrong medicine he had taken these days. Every day, no matter how he punched or scolded him, Arthur would follow behind him with a satisfied smile and thick skin. Whenever he mentioned returning to the tribe, Arthur would avoid the topic and change the subject. He didn’t get angry either, but Eric, on the contrary, became even angrier.

There was also his grandfather. Later, Eric learned that Arthur’s grandfather, the middle-aged dragon in human form he met on the day of his arrival, was the Dragon King of Dragon Island.

No wonder Arthur could leave Dragon Island without scruples and bring a beastman back without causing a commotion. Those who wanted to gossip dared not openly look due to fear of the Dragon King’s authority.

He went out for a walk every day to see if there was any breakthrough, but Arthur would follow him, which led to him not meeting other dragons recently.

He originally thought the dragon named Moon was a breakthrough point, but unexpectedly, the plan was cut off before it even started. He had to think of another way, but it was easier said than done.

His heart was heavy with worry about Max’s injuries and a pile of trivial matters in the tribe.

He also planned to wait for the people at the dairy factory to get used to making cream and butter, then teach them to make cheese, yogurt, and dairy products that could be stored longer. Otherwise, with several tons of milk every day, besides drinking, there was so much left over; making it all into soft yogurt, butter, and cream was a bit monotonous.

Most importantly, his land!

The seedlings in the soil were at an important stage of growth, especially the wet rice that had just been transplanted. He had specifically made a wet rice paddy, spending so much effort just to grow some rice, and in the end, he hadn’t even had time to witness its growth.

But before being forced to leave, he had continuously cast nature magic on the crops every day, hoping they would grow well. Also, Balu and Kiet from the Ox-Head tribe were there; these two were farming experts.

Eric propped his chin up in annoyance and sighed.

Only half of the Wide-Mouthed Flowers had been planted. Other tasks could be replaced by others, but this was the only one that couldn’t.

Only when the Wide-Mouthed Flowers bloomed would they not rob the soil of nutrients but instead nourish it back. But without him there, others couldn’t promote the growth of the Wide-Mouthed Flowers and could only catch bugs by hand.

This was not an easy task. Modern times had so many convenient pesticides, yet fields plagued by pests were still hard to cure completely, let alone in another world. Alchemy potions here were not specifically researched for agriculture after all; their effects were far inferior to modern pesticides, and farmers here often had to go to the fields to catch bugs.

The Ox-Head tribe was no exception. There was a type of bug that was attracted to light, so they even had to take torches to the fields at night to exterminate them. Don’t look at how well-off the Ox-Head tribe lived; they had put in no small amount of effort for farming.

He had discovered the Wide-Mouthed Flower with great difficulty, yet hadn’t finished planting them. If all the fields were planted with Wide-Mouthed Flowers, the harvest this year would increase greatly.

With agricultural production in this era, pests and diseases were also one of the important influencing factors.

Thinking of these things, Eric felt like he was sitting on fire. He stood up and angrily punched Arthur’s head a few times.

Sitting beside him, also propping his chin up and happily looking at his mate, Arthur shrank his neck in grievance. It didn’t hurt; he just didn’t know why he had made Eric angry again...