I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 456: Meeting the Elf King

Entering the largest castle, the King and Queen were already waiting inside.

The beautiful woman was wiping away her tears. The moment she saw Evan rushing in, she gently patted Evan’s shoulder, her melodious voice carrying a hint of anger as she scolded:

"You naughty brat, you don’t know how to take care of yourself at all. Luckily you didn’t actually go to Dragon Island, you scared your mother to death."

After venting her anger, she shyly turned her head and said to Eric and the Snow Wolves: "I let you see a joke. Attendants, bring chairs quickly."

The Elf King’s expression was cold. Both Evan and Mirinda inherited much of their looks from their father. Due to the long lifespan of Elves, the three of them stood there looking less like father and sons and more like brothers.

The Queen was the same; if not for her eyes full of maternal love, no matter how Eric looked at her, she seemed like a young woman in her twenties, in the prime of her youth.

The Snow Wolves sat timidly on the chairs. The magnificence of the Elf tribe far exceeded their imagination. For the Golden Kingdom to have seized quite a bit of territory from such a massive force showed they indeed had ability.

Mirinda stepped forward and stood behind his father.

Evan, worried his father would pressure Eric, sat down next to him. His father had been the Elf King for a very long time; he possessed a natural authority without needing to be angry. Aside from showing a few smiles to his family, other Elves were terrified of him.

Evan chose not to walk over to his brother.

The Queen knew her son’s personality well. One look and she knew that the position of this Snow Wolf child in her son’s heart had risen another level.

The Elf King remained silent, his icy gaze staring fixedly at Evan and the beastman beside him.

In the outside world, branches and leaves of the Tree of Life were precious materials, but in the Elven Forest, they were everywhere.

Even the pillars of the royal court were made from branches of the Tree of Life. With exquisite carving, they carried an ancient, mysterious air, even more so than stone pillars.

The great hall was spacious. The Elf King sat high on his throne, his eyes cold as ice, before finally speaking after a long while.

"You are Eric?"

Out of politeness, Eric stood up and replied timidly: "That is me. It is our first meeting, and I haven’t prepared any gifts. I am truly embarrassed."

In the past, he never went empty-handed when visiting friends. This time, events happened so suddenly that he couldn’t pick some fruit (which would have been Elven fruit anyway) along the road as a gift; just thinking about it felt rude.

A smile flitted across the corner of Evan’s mouth. Eric’s thoughts were always different from others. Whether Elf or other races, the reaction to meeting the Elf King for the first time was absolutely never this.

This proved that Eric truly considered him a friend, so in Eric’s eyes, the person on the throne was his father, not simply the King of the Elf tribe.

His heart felt both warm and disappointed, his gaze involuntarily resting on Eric.

The group of Snow Wolves felt tense. This was Elven territory. Although they came to express gratitude, the animosity of so many years remained. They didn’t know if the Elf King would make things difficult for them.

The Elf King looked at his son, who was gazing intently at the little beastman, and snorted coldly:

"I heard Evan mention you long ago. If not for you, I could have sent many Elves and still not found him."

The Queen forcefully poked her partner in the waist; these words were too distant.

A look of awkwardness appeared on Eric’s face as he scratched his head:

"Because at that time Evan was in human form, he didn’t have a single Elven characteristic, and even his scent was like a human’s. If I had known earlier that he was an Elf, I definitely wouldn’t have acted so rashly."

"So, if Evan had the appearance of an Elf from the start, you wouldn’t have saved him, correct?" The Elf King did not let go, questioning coldly.

Eric was stunned. He hadn’t really thought about it... but if Evan had looked like an Elf that day, he certainly would have weighed his options more. He wouldn’t have picked him up and brought him back to his tribe. Even Arthur had used a human appearance to evoke his sympathy.

"If he were an Elf, I certainly wouldn’t have picked him up and brought him back to the tribe. There were other Elves lingering around in those days; we even met a few. I definitely would have handed Evan over to you."

Hearing his father making things difficult for Eric, Evan’s face turned cold. He suddenly stood up, frowning as he looked up:

"Father, he is my friend. Even if you are the Elf King, please be a bit more polite to my friend. He helped me, yet you interrogate him like this. Is this the etiquette of the Elf tribe?"

The Elf King’s hand tightened, anger flaring up. He absolutely did not expect his son to speak to him like this for a beastman. In his anger, his imposing aura intensified significantly.

Just as the Snow Wolves felt the pressure, Max also stood up, shielding Eric without a trace. The Queen’s face darkened, her beautiful eyes full of anger.

"That’s enough!"

Because there were many beastmen present, she didn’t want to make her partner lose face, so she turned and comforted them:

"Do not be afraid, everyone, please sit down. His temper is just like that, no need to take it to heart. Evan mentions you often; I have long wanted to meet you personally."

Evan’s mother, Her Majesty the Queen, had a beautiful and gentle appearance. Eric felt very favorably toward her and immediately shook his head, saying:

"It’s fine. Caring for one’s son is natural; I can understand."

The Elf King reluctantly retracted his pressure and waved his hand. Several Elves stepped forward, placing tables in front of the Snow Wolves, along with various fruits, pastries, and a pot of tea.

Eric had wanted to try Elven tea for a long time. Back then, when Moon and Arthur almost fought, he didn’t get to taste the tea. Now he could finally drink it.

He didn’t take the Elf King’s words to heart either. They originally came to express gratitude; the sentiment was what mattered. Moreover, Evan had invited them enthusiastically, so they couldn’t refuse.

The treatment by the Elves was better than what they got at the Hadu tribe.

He poured a cup of tea. The pale green liquid was similar to the green tea of his previous life, but the flavor was more elegant, as if entirely composed of the fragrance of plants and fruits.

Taking a sip, Eric only felt a fresh fragrance rush from his mouth straight to the top of his head. His whole body felt refreshed and much more spirited. It was even better than the best green tea he had ever drunk.

If this were in his previous life, it would surely cost tens of millions to buy just a tael. It was said that good tea was hard to find even for a thousand gold pieces in his past life; ordinary people wouldn’t dare dream of the tea cakes found in the homes of the wealthy.

The Elf King didn’t like them, and Eric didn’t look for trouble. After a simple meeting, he stood up to take his leave.

Ignoring the angry Elf King, the Queen stood up alone, smiling as she led them to rest.

"That is where Evan lives."

After walking a distance, she pointed ahead and said.

In front of them was a two-story treehouse. The space wasn’t small, and the decor wasn’t as magnificent as the castle, but flowers were blooming everywhere, and the trees were beautiful. One look and one could tell it was Evan’s style.

Eric was admiring it entranced when the Queen turned to him with a smile:

"Good child, you are the friend Evan values most from childhood to adulthood. Fortunately, with your help during that time when he had no magic and refused to return to the Elven Forest, he survived thanks to you."

The gentle Queen was exactly like the mother in his vague memories. A slight blush appeared on Eric’s face:

"It was Evan who helped me a lot. This time I also have to thank him for being willing to disregard everything to save me."

Evan stood beside him, looking at him with a gentle smile.