I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 446: Castle of Moon
Passing through the garden built by Moon, which was even creatively fenced around, everything looked very harmonious.
A castle appeared in front of the two. Moon unexpectedly did not live in a cave, but in a castle built like those of human nobles.
Materials were limited in this era, so the castle was mostly built from stone slabs. It was clear the owner had chosen them carefully; these were no ordinary stones. They had a higher density and a slightly greenish hue, looking very beautiful under the sunlight.
Stepping inside the castle, the space that should have been dark due to the structure was hung full of bright gems. each emitting a gentle white light, illuminating the entire castle.
The furniture inside was also rare treasures: coral and seashells from the Sea tribe, gold, silver, and jewelry from the Human tribe, and ancient magical beast skins. The whole hall was magnificent.
Moon looked very satisfied with his home:
"If it weren’t for the fact that you can talk, I wouldn’t have invited Arthur here. He doesn’t know how to appreciate anything."
Eric thought to himself, clearly Moon was just suffocating from boredom. He couldn’t find anyone on Dragon Island to appreciate his work, so as soon as Eric turned on praise mode, Moon hurriedly brought him for a tour.
With the living habits of the Dragon tribe, it was indeed hard to appreciate things; Moon’s aesthetic was closer to humans. Just looking at Arthur proved that.
"The decoration here is truly magnificent, even human noble houses can’t compare. I think it rivals the castles of royalty!" Eric praised loudly.
Moon’s nose was about to point to the sky: "I specifically found the best craftsmen to build it. Whether it’s the castle or these decorative statues, they were all made by the best craftsmen of human nations! And there’s also..."
He rambled on, pointing at the decorations in the house and starting to introduce them.
Sure enough, he was too bored. Eric realized the nature of the situation and followed professionally behind, acting like a fan covering his face in surprise, while feeling incredibly fake inside.
Arthur stood aside, jealous enough to spit fire. Sometimes he glared fiercely at Moon, sometimes he looked pitifully at Eric, but unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.
Waiting until Moon finally finished the introductions, Eric followed for a tour around the castle, flattering him until his mouth went dry.
It was clear that Moon’s mood was very good right now; his face was full of a satisfied and proud smile.
Eric felt it was about enough, so he pretended to unintentionally sigh:
"The barrier of Dragon Island is so strict, yet you could still bring craftsmen back to build such a magnificent castle, and those decorations are obviously works of masters at a glance. You are truly formidable; the two of us were just bounced back by the barrier earlier."
"Hmph." Moon raised his eyebrows, looking teasingly at Arthur, who was emitting black aura: "Who told him to find a partner with such poor vision? If he wasn’t the Dragon King’s grandson, he wouldn’t be able to enter or exit Dragon Island freely. Haha, useless thing."
This completely angered Arthur. Eric saw veins popping on his forehead and knew he was truly angry; Moon’s mouth was too toxic.
Don’t air dirty laundry in public. Anyone with a bit of pride wouldn’t want to hear others call them a freeloader who relies entirely on ancestral protection, let alone the Dragon tribe with their high self-esteem.
Although Arthur had no temper in front of him, his temper within the Dragon tribe really couldn’t be called good.
One could imagine how powerful Moon’s words were.
"He licked his lips; probably needs to find an alchemist for some antidote..." Eric muttered miserably. He didn’t want the two dragons to fight; after all, going home later relied on Moon’s space magic.
But if Arthur got angry, he couldn’t stop it. Eric worriedly turned around, trying to persuade him before Arthur made a move:
"Let’s go home, don’t lower yourself to him. Other dragons can’t beat you, which shows Moon is wrong. Let’s go, let’s go."
The flattery was over for today. Hoping for Moon’s help certainly wouldn’t happen in a day or two of building a relationship. For now, leaving was better; otherwise, if a fight broke out, all the previous flattery would be in vain.
But looking at Arthur’s angry appearance, with scales even appearing on his forehead, it would probably be difficult...
Eric didn’t hold out hope, sighed, and started looking for cover so he wouldn’t be affected later.
"Do you want to fight? Go outside to fight. If you destroy my castle, your little partner will be buried in it," Moon said provocatively.
In his rage, Arthur’s eyes turned yellow-red again. Hearing Eric and Moon’s words, his gaze shifted to Eric. After thinking carefully, he finally gradually retracted the explosive aura around his body.
He glared fiercely at Moon, didn’t say a word, hugged Eric by the waist, and flew out of the castle.
Eric looked up in surprise. He didn’t expect Arthur to actually hold back; he thought a fight was inevitable just now.
Although he was still angry at Arthur for forcing him to Dragon Island, Moon’s words just now were too toxic. Arthur holding back must be because he didn’t want to ruin Eric’s plan.
"Alright, let’s take it slowly. I’ll make more delicious food when we get home, as long as you take me over. Don’t come in next time. Moon talks too impulsively with you. If you two fight, our return to the tribe will be completely hopeless," Eric sighed and said.
Arthur was still very angry. If it weren’t for needing to use Moon to return to the Hadu tribe, even if he couldn’t beat the other party, he would have spewed a mouthful of dragon breath into Moon’s garden.
Since ancient times, apart from some older dragons on Dragon Island whose power was too strong, other dragons were basically no match for him.
However, this Moon was skilled in space magic. Every time the two had a dispute, Moon was like a fish in water, slippery and very hard to hit.
Thanks to him, Arthur’s knowledge of space magic had also increased a lot.
Back at the cave, Arthur was still sulking, sadly putting Eric down.
Eric was too lazy to coax him. As long as he didn’t fight with Moon, it was fine; leaving him alone for a while would cure him. This situation was, after all, Arthur’s fault.
Why was Dragon Island easy to enter but so hard to leave? Harder than Tang Monk getting scriptures.
Eric was helpless too. The only person to rely on now was Moon, but this dragon had such an arrogant personality, truly not easy to deal with.
But dragons were all gluttons. Moon was probably no exception, otherwise, Boa wouldn’t think of bringing food to Moon whenever she ate something delicious.
What should he make? Eric rummaged through the organized space ring and found a piece of fresh meat with a good balance of fat and lean.
Sigh, even his belongings were packed, who knew he would return in vain. He took out the stored spice ingredients again.
He cut the magical beast meat into small square pieces, first blanched them in boiling water to remove the smell, then stir-fried a pot of caramel sauce.
After preparing, Eric rolled up his sleeves. This was the only shirt he brought, made by Aunt Jessica, very comfortable to wear, so he tried not to get it dirty.
Speaking of which, the cleaning magic he learned from Evan could only remove ordinary stains. If it were oil stains or blood stains, it would need to be used many times.
Arthur had indeed prepared a few sets of clothes for him, but they followed the Dragon tribe’s aesthetic, so gaudy he didn’t dare look straight at them. What could one expect from the taste of a dragon sleeping on a pile of gold coins?
Moreover, Eric didn’t want to wear the clothes Arthur prepared. He had been using cleaning magic on himself these past few days.
Although technically he was very clean, Eric still missed the bathtub at home. Sigh, who knows when he can go home.
Eric sighed, frowned, and released a few fireballs into the stove.
