I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 478: The Dragon Tribe Shock

"It’s one thing for your tribe to have many races, but why is there also a Dragon!" Old Jack’s eyes were glazed over.

Tara was still in shock: "Hasn’t the Dragon tribe been sealed for ten thousand years? How could one escape?"

It seemed there was a discrepancy between human legends and the truth. They hadn’t been sealed, just closed off in isolation. The gatekeeper was this guy’s grandfather; it wasn’t strange that he could come and go.

Eric didn’t know how to explain. Actually, he didn’t want to reveal the presence of the Dragon tribe in his tribe so soon, but the event happened too suddenly.

He stammered: "We also met by chance. At that time, he was in a bit of trouble, and I gave him a hand. Later, our relationship improved, so he often comes as a guest."

Old Jack re-evaluated the importance of the Hadu tribe in his heart and decided that upon returning, he must tell Corbin not to offend the Hadu tribe in the future, or careful not to be trampled into meat patties by the Dragon tribe.

Innumerable legends about the Dragon tribe circulated among humans. Whether true or false, the only constant was the Dragon tribe’s power, and that unreasonable, greedy personality...

The legs of the mercenaries carrying things behind them turned to jelly; they just wanted to return to the camp immediately.

Today, it seemed there was no mood for a cooking competition. Eric invited the group into the room and brewed a pot of warm thorn beast honey lemonade for everyone.

They sat around the table by the heated bed, holding the sweet lemonade, their minds submerged in unrecovered shock.

Old Jack was old and had experienced many things; he was the first to regain his composure.

He took a sip of water, trying to calm his emotions. The cool, sweet liquid seeped into his throat, a taste he had never experienced before, making him instantly forget about the Dragon tribe matter.

Carefully taking a few more sips, Old Jack said in surprise: "What fruit juice is this? This pure fragrance is truly rare. If used for cooking, it would surely be a good choice too!"

"This is juice made from lemons. I added a little thorn beast honey. It can also remove the fishy smell of milk and eggs, and it makes delicious cakes." Eric took out a fresh lemon.

That lemon tree was planted right in the yard. When a light breeze blew, the whole yard smelled of lemon. The golden fruit was also very beautiful; no wonder the Dragon tribe liked it.

Not to mention lemonade being an indispensable drink in summer, just for this beauty alone, planting it in the yard was worth it.

Old Jack and Eric excitedly began to research what else lemons could be used for.

Tara and the mercenaries looked at the two with awe; they had been frightened out of their wits by the suddenly appearing dragon.

...

"What? A dragon?"

The voices of Richard and Corbin rang out simultaneously from two different tents.

After returning from the Hadu tribe, the mercenaries ran to the Captain’s tent, while Old Jack told Tara to go inform Corbin. The appearance of the Dragon tribe was unknown as good or bad, but in short, their attitude toward the Hadu tribe had to be more cautious.

Corbin’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. It turned out the man who had displayed both magic and origin power was a dragon in disguise. He had said it before - there hadn’t been a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts for a long time!

Richard was even clearer on this point than he was. Besides surprise, he also revealed a look of sudden realization, saying to the mercenaries: "No wonder. A human dual cultivator being that powerful... it’s impossible for me not to know about him."

Similar conversations were happening in different tents.

Arthur flew very fast; these people couldn’t possibly see the dragon’s shadow. If Old Jack and the others hadn’t happened to be at the Hadu tribe, they probably wouldn’t have known there was a Dragon tribe member here.

"Hasn’t the Dragon tribe not appeared for a very long time? And the strangest thing is, why are they with beastmen..." Corbin sat in his chair, his eyes dull, unable to figure it out no matter how much he thought.

Since getting to know this little patriarch, too many strange things had shattered his perception.

Tara thought for a moment but still whispered: "Also, Teacher told me to remember to trade for some more lemons for him..."

Corbin waved his hand speechlessly, shooing Tara away like a fly. At a time like this, he was still thinking about cooking ingredients.

When he was the only one left in the tent, Corbin’s face became serious. It seemed he still had to be more careful in dealing with the Hadu tribe; the opponent’s strength had far exceeded his imagination.

In the Hadu tribe.

The harvest season had just ended not long ago. The past few days had been bustling. After the sorghum was harvested, the kernels were separated and stored in the warehouse. There hadn’t been time to brew wine yet, so they couldn’t trade white liquor with the Halun merchant group this time.

Eric felt a bit regretful.

He was checking the goods for this time. Missing the white liquor, the item with the biggest profit, was a pity, but there wasn’t enough time to brew it. He would have to wait until next year; after all, the longer white liquor aged, the more fragrant it became.

Scented soap and handmade soap with added essential oils, along with a large amount of toilet paper, vermicelli, rice noodles, pickled mustard greens, salted eggs, minced chili, and pickled chili...

These were all items Eric had prepared to trade with the Halun merchant group. They were good quality goods at cheap prices, winning by quantity.

These days, the fruits in the forest were all ripe. The tribesmen picked a lot, especially strawberries. Those who had drunk strawberry wine couldn’t forget that taste. Those who hadn’t drunk it, hearing everyone talk about it, were also curious and brought back strawberries whenever they saw them.

Strawberry wine couldn’t be brewed successfully immediately, but strawberry-flavored fruit candy could be made. Eric remembered that the first time, he used these candies to exchange for a lot of things.

Coincidentally, they had harvested a lot of sugar beets. Eric was planning to boil sugar these days; it seemed he had to do it quickly. Using white sugar to make fruit candy, the selling price could be increased several times.

There was also cheese, ice cream, chewy yogurt, and butter. The quality Eric produced was very good. Combined with his memories from his past life, the flavors of these dairy products had gone through many improvements, making them easily acceptable to the general public.

As for yogurt, the Dwarves had made many small glass jars. Around the lid, a layer of tree gum was wrapped for a good seal, allowing it to be kept for a long time. He remembered there was an ice mage in Corbin’s team; under cold conditions, it could be kept even longer.

Trading previously traded food items meant he certainly had to send a batch for Corbin and the others to taste before discussing prices.

These dairy products didn’t have a single bit of additives, and the cost wasn’t low. Whether it was ice cream, chewy yogurt, or butter, these things all required a lot of milk to make just a little bit.

There were also the essential oils left over after making soap. Eric had done experiments; human skin was relatively delicate. The people in his tribe used them without side effects, and the results were relatively good.

There was only one type, an essential oil from a light pink flower growing by the river. The color was a pale nude pink, very dreamy.

Eric named it Fantasy Dream Water. Just by selling it, one would know it was a product of the Fantasy Dream Continent, which could count as a specialty.

Almost done arranging things, he took samples to the Halun merchant group’s camp to negotiate prices.

Perhaps due to Arthur’s appearance, the negotiation this time was even smoother than the last. Eric didn’t ask for sky-high prices, and Corbin didn’t bargain too much.

These items were successfully traded at prices that satisfied both parties.

That dragon finally had some use. Eric wrinkled his nose.