I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 459: The Wooden Hairpin

"I am not speaking nonsense. The items in your shop are beautiful, but they don’t suit us wearing tribal jewelry. These items of yours fall off easily with movement."

In the jewelry store, Grass explained seriously.

Standing behind the counter was the Elf owner. His age couldn’t be determined, and he was so angry at this straightforward beastman that his face turned green:

"These items would be considered top-tier in the entire Elf tribe; it’s impossible that they aren’t as good as your beastman jewelry! What do beastmen know about making jewelry!"

Thomas was extremely distressed, standing between the two: "She said your jewelry falls off easily during combat, not that it isn’t beautiful."

The Elf shopkeeper was very unconvinced, looking at Grass from under his arm: "I heard it all! She said these items aren’t as beautifully made as something named Lan!"

The beastman’s physique was larger than the Elf’s, so Thomas didn’t completely block the Elf shopkeeper’s line of sight...

Originally focused on choosing jewelry, unexpectedly, Grass’s mutter to herself angered the shop owner. Thomas also groaned inwardly; who knew the Elf tribe was so difficult?

Beastmen were either hunting or working every day, having no leisure time. Naturally, they couldn’t wear these hairpins. They were beautiful, yes, but heavy and cumbersome; one jump and they would fall.

There were other things clipped to the hair that also didn’t look secure.

The Elf tribe was wealthy, after all, and the population was large. Aside from Elves who needed to fight, the majority had the time and energy to dress up, so these things naturally didn’t affect them.

Thomas didn’t believe no female warriors had said similar things. It was just because they were beastmen that this Elf couldn’t sit still, thinking they were nitpicking.

They had just argued a few sentences when Max, being fleet-footed, arrived; he hadn’t been far originally.

This distance was enough for him to hear the conversation clearly. Just as he was about to explain to the owner, Mirinda also walked in.

"Your Highness the Prince." The Elf shopkeeper bowed respectfully, but since the Elf tribe didn’t differentiate status too excessively like human kingdoms - racial concepts were stronger - he wasn’t fearful.

Mirinda looked at him helplessly and said: "Beastmen need to fight frequently; it is inconvenient to move while carrying these things. Do you have any secure jewelry? Pick a few pieces for them."

This time the shopkeeper began to look troubled. He thought for a while and brought out a box of hair ties set with gems or laced with jewels:

"Only these aren’t afraid of falling, but they can’t be considered particularly secure either. Who wears jewelry during combat? Necklaces and bracelets are also inconvenient."

Grass also realized this:

"Our Snow Wolf tribe has few people, and everyone has to work. We don’t stop from morning to night, so I want to wear jewelry that doesn’t fall off easily, like this."

She pulled the simple wooden hairpin from her head: "It fixes the hair very firmly. If I don’t transform, it won’t fall off all day."

Mirinda recognized that this wooden hairpin was carved by his younger brother and couldn’t help but look at Grass a few more times. This was also the first time he seriously looked at a female beastman, who was completely different from the appearance of an Elf.

He took the exquisitely carved wooden hairpin in his hand. It seemed his brother lived very harmoniously with the beastmen over there and even made jewelry for them, which wasn’t quite like his brother’s personality.

His brother Evan was naturally kind, and his attitude toward beastmen was the gentlest. However, as a prince, Mirinda had never seen Evan casually give other Elves an item symbolizing such intimacy.

Could he have guessed wrong? Impossible. Mirinda didn’t believe the look in his brother’s eyes when looking at that kid was really looking at a friend.

Just as he was doubting, Grass happened to speak up:

"This is a piece of jewelry Eric came up with, and Evan carved it for help. Bunch all the hair up, twist it a bit tight, and it won’t fall for a long time. It’s even tighter than a hair tie. When strenuous activity isn’t needed, it can create other hairstyles. In short, it’s very convenient."

The Elf shopkeeper looked over unconvinced, not daring to ask the Prince for it. His eyes were almost glued to it, looking for a long time, unable to deny that this strange piece of jewelry was indeed rustic and simple. He just still didn’t believe that hair could be bunched up securely relying only on this thing.

Seeing his doubtful gaze, Grass didn’t say much. It just happened that she didn’t like the feeling of loose hair anyway. She took the wooden hairpin and, with a few movements, bunched her hair up.

A series of actions like magic left the Elf shopkeeper stunned.

"I thought there was this kind of jewelry here too, but these items are very beautiful; I like them very much as well." Having finished explaining, Grass began to seriously choose the jewelry she intended to bring back, seemingly not taking the recent storm to heart at all.

The matter settled, Thomas also relaxed and looked around, imagining what Luci would look good wearing.

The carefree appearance of the two left the shopkeeper dazed, while Mirinda found it even more amusing in his heart.

When Eric returned to the royal court, it was already late at night. No matter how charming the starry sky was, without Max, he still felt empty inside, so he dragged Evan to leave.

Evan, on the contrary, wanted to be alone with him a little longer and was a bit reluctant, but he didn’t object.

Since he had thought it through and absolutely wouldn’t do anything to hurt Eric like Arthur did, he should also consider this.

The two heard the guards say a group had gone to the market. Eric was curious, so he went for a stroll too. It had been a long time since he saw such a lively scene. If not for the passersby all being pointed-eared Elves, he would have thought he had returned to his previous life.

He now considered the Hadu tribe his home, but the beastmen had just emerged from primitive society. Everything was still in an ignorant era; there was no currency, no detailed systems, and certainly no lively streets and various shops like this.

Originally intending to find the others first, Eric was attracted by the market and couldn’t help but wander around.

There were quite a few stalls selling toys in the market - small bows and arrows, and even magic wands - all very cute and exquisite.

It was a pity Eric was penniless. He had plenty of Arthur’s gold coins, but he didn’t want to use them. He could only suppress the desire in his heart and continue walking forward.

But Evan had been by his side for so long that his small actions didn’t escape his eyes at all. As soon as Eric walked away, Evan bought the items Eric had looked at a few more times from behind.

"Thank you, they’re so cute. I’ll buy them for little Leo to play with." Eric surprisingly accepted the toys Evan handed over, fiddling with them for a long time.

Kevin, carrying bags big and small, happened to walk out of a shop. Seeing Eric and Evan, he happily waved hello.

"Eric, you’re back. Taste this; I heard it’s a pastry made from breadfruit. It’s sweet and quite tasty. Inside, there are flower petals; it’s really good. I bought a bag to let the tribe members taste it too."

Eric bent down to smell. My god, these bags were all food. Truly worthy of being Sam’s best friend.

Accepting the golden-brown pastry Kevin handed him, the crisp aroma of flour wafted with the scent of flower petals, fitting Eric’s stereotypical impression of Elves perfectly.

But the taste was delicious. Eric realized upon tasting that the wealthy Elf tribe actually used thorn-beast honey to make the pastries. Fragrant, sweet, and crisp - the cost was by no means cheap.

Kevin also handed one to Evan. Evan didn’t put on any airs of being a prince, standing on the street gnawing on a pastry with Eric. He only felt that the food he previously considered very ordinary tasted much better when eaten with Eric now.

"Eric, you guys are finally back. If you like anything, I’ll give you gold coins."

Thomas also walked out carrying several jewelry boxes, smiling broadly. Upon seeing Eric, his smile grew even brighter.

Eric’s gaze stopped on Max walking behind. Thinking of the beautiful scene just now, regret welled up in his heart again.

He quickly ran a few steps. Seeing his figure, Max also immediately stepped forward.