I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 463: Back to Work
On the roof, Arthur sat gloomily.
Hearing Eric say that, he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn’t do anything to him.
That stupid Elf, Evan, also followed them here, which further restricted his actions. All sorts of things made Arthur feel annoyed.
But even if Evan hadn’t come, thinking of Eric’s expression on Dragon Island, Arthur wouldn’t have done anything to hurt him again.
However, despite this, he didn’t regret taking the initiative to sign the soul partner contract. At that time, it wasn’t just to alleviate the discomfort caused by Eric’s depleted mental power; largely, it stemmed from his own selfishness. Arthur wanted to be with Eric forever.
Even if Eric didn’t accept him, this contract was the only connection between the two. As long as there was a reason to stay by the other’s side, Arthur was satisfied.
He couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. If his grandfather knew, he would definitely fly into a rage. His actions were too unlike a dragon.
Eric returned home, and before he could rest for a few days, he began to be busy endlessly checking the progress of work. He also asked Bruno to build a house for Evan next to his own.
The tribe had a large workforce now. As long as it wasn’t during busy farming times, labor was very abundant.
It was just that the surrounding area had been taken up by Michael, Grass, and Kevin. Thomas’s house didn’t even need mentioning; they all had to be built next to his.
There was only so much space, and the roads were planned and finished. Eric could only draw lots to choose a plot of land nearby. Anyway, being a little farther wasn’t too far.
Now he was someone with a partner, and ever since Evan joked with him that day, Eric always felt that sleeping in the same bed as before was a bit inappropriate. It was better to build a house quickly.
Last year, the plan was to rebuild houses for the tribe members. Unexpectedly, there were so many more people this year. Actually, there was no need to wait until autumn to rush the construction. With so many tribe members, several times more than last year, it was best to start construction when they weren’t too busy.
Those who liked courtyards could build ones with courtyards, like the Rabbit tribe. Those who didn’t like courtyards, like the Snow Wolf tribe and the Horned Goat tribe, could just skip it.
Although Bruno’s forging skills weren’t outstanding in the Dwarf tribe, his house-building and sweater-knitting were top-notch. Recently, building factories and houses had been led by him, so this job undoubtedly fell into Bruno’s hands.
The Horned Goat people and Snow Wolf people could be in charge of transporting construction materials. Small-sized beastmen could build houses and courtyard walls with the Dwarves; they were much more dexterous than the clumsy large-sized beastmen.
The house Henry was living in now had straighter walls than Eric’s.
Speaking of Henry, Eric had very complex feelings toward this person. He learned from Max that this person was actually the eldest prince of the Kenya Empire. Because the king passed away and he failed in the power struggle, he fled here.
Even his recent willingness to help beastmen go to Dragon Island was to trade with the Hadu tribe so that the Snow Wolf people would act as his vanguard.
The Blood Moon Legion - just hearing the name sounded like they weren’t to be trifled with. No matter how powerful his own warriors were, two hands could hardly fight four; humanity’s advantage was their large numbers, not to mention that humanity didn’t lack powerful figures either.
Eric was glad he had returned a step earlier. If not for him, the warriors would have signed contracts selling themselves, and he would definitely blame himself greatly.
His view of Henry had also changed. Before, because Henry’s temperament was somewhat similar to Evan’s, he had some goodwill toward him. Now, only a little respect for a financial backer remained.
However, Henry had changed a lot compared to before.
Eric remembered that when he first arrived, he didn’t want to interact with beastmen. Now, on the contrary, he went out every day, taking a turn at this factory, checking that field, and occasionally visiting his house to say a few cultured words.
Eric was a bit afraid he had bad intentions and didn’t want to have much contact with this scheming human. Every day, he tried to keep busy outside.
As for Henry’s actions, he didn’t restrict them. Even if he went to the factories, as long as he didn’t go to the core areas to look, Eric didn’t mind.
He didn’t know about other things, but he could see that Henry wanted to learn something. Eric couldn’t say specifically what, but it wasn’t a big deal. After all, no human country could reach the Dream Continent. This place didn’t allow humans to approach, and the number of people in the merchant caravans was limited.
Those who crossed the border to enter here didn’t dare to openly attack beastmen, and it was very difficult for them not to be discovered by beastmen. These people usually came to the Dream Continent to find treasures, so they naturally took the initiative to stay away from beastmen areas.
So, even if Henry really learned something to bring back to the human world, Eric would let him learn. Giving humans there slightly more comfortable living conditions wasn’t necessarily impossible.
Moreover, if it concerned the tribe’s interests, like brewing wine, weaving wool, or making paper - these secrets - beastmen and Dwarves would keep an eye on Henry without Eric needing to say anything.
On the human side, as long as they fulfilled the agreement to let Henry hide for a while, it didn’t matter if the time was long or short. The tribe didn’t lack food for a financial backer.
Arthur was also quite quiet. Since returning, he hadn’t gone back to live in the old house. If he wasn’t on Eric’s roof, he was following Eric everywhere.
Although the beastmen and Dwarves didn’t like him, the Dragon tribe... their greatest skill was being thick-skinned.
Eric had worried he would attack Max, but fortunately, this time Arthur was no longer impulsive and kept the promise between the two.
The factories were running smoothly. Writing paper and toilet paper were produced in large quantities, especially writing paper. Since consumption was low, a stockpile had really accumulated.
Currently, they still couldn’t trade these types of paper with the Halun caravan. Paper that could be written on had too great an impact on the other world, and the cost was cheap. Apart from the Elf tribe, which had superior conditions and possessed Elf paper, other races would inevitably become greedy.
If it attracted the covetous eyes of the Golden Kingdom then, the Hadu tribe wouldn’t be a match for them. The paper could only be stored for a while longer.
The paper factory and milk factory had basically stabilized, and the scale of the breeding farm was getting larger and larger. During Eric’s absence, Galvin had seized the opportunity. Taking advantage of the magic beasts’ frequent activity, he caught quite a few live ones.
The warriors had tasted the sweetness of raising livestock. Every day, if they encountered jungle fowl, wild ducks, or other poultry with low combat power on the way, they brought them back. Rabbits reproduced quickly and were the best choice.
Spiny Pigs and Curved-Horn Electric Goats had large bodies and needed wide spaces for activity. Moreover, their attack power was relatively strong, so they were kept quite far from other creatures and had the largest territory.
These past few days, Galvin was planning to catch a few Horned Cows to try out. If dairy cows could be raised, Horned Cows probably could be too. These vegetarian magic beasts only needed to eat some leftover food to grow rapidly; they were truly easy to raise.
For example, sorghum stalks, corn stalks, alfalfa, and wheat bran were all food for these animals. Since beastmen and Dwarves didn’t eat these things anyway, it killed two birds with one stone.
The humans in the milk factory had also gotten into the groove. It was just that manpower was limited. With tons of milk every day, besides supplying the tribe members for drinking, more than half of the remainder had to be made into chewy yogurt and butter, which were all heavy tasks.
Uncle Luban had made several large stirrers for them, relieving a lot of pressure on the humans.
