I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 83: Alcohol Scrambles the Brain

"See? I told you my son and Eric were a better match."

Seeing this scene, Anna slurred triumphantly as she boasted.

Eric was not a heavy drinker to begin with, and the near-fall made him even more dizzy, with little stars dancing before his eyes.

His body suddenly felt light as a feather, lifted into the air. The shaking made his head spin, and he had no idea what was happening.

Trying to squint and refocus his vision, Eric realized he had been placed back in his seat, only he clearly remembered sitting next to Grass just a moment ago. Why was it now Max, whose expression was also very grim?

This time it was Luci’s turn to be smug. She shakily raised her wine cup, about to retort with sarcasm when the drunkenness hit her full force. She toppled to the ground, leaning against Thomas and falling into a deep sleep.

The power of the white liquor was indeed immense; in just a short while, it had taken down the whole group.

"I don’t want to be background filler. Why is this plot so obsessed with pairing up a top and a bottom..." Eric disliked seeing Max’s unpleasant expression and muttered resentfully.

A wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he unconsciously leaned towards Michael, intending to lie down.

Michael found this amusing and raised his hand, wanting to adjust him into a more comfortable sleeping position.

His hand was stopped mid-air. Aided by the alcohol, his reaction was half a beat slower, and he looked up in confusion.

In Max’s deep black eyes was an unprecedented coldness.

Right, that was the look. Just now, when his mother and Aunt Luci were arguing, Max had looked at him the same way. At the time, he thought Max was looking past him at Eric, and he had even intentionally puffed out his chest to block the view...

Could it be that this guy wasn’t angry because Aunt Luci said he and Eric would be partners in the future? He had clearly been very annoyed when he was misunderstood before.

Michael discovered that he was finding it increasingly difficult to understand Max’s thoughts.

Max lifted the soundly sleeping Eric into his arms, walked into the house, and gently placed him on the plank bed.

His gaze complex as he looked at the sleeping person, Max himself didn’t know why he had been so quick to anger today.

It seemed that only when he was near this person, just a little closer, could his mood calm down.

The pure white feathers of the cloak surrounded Eric. He comfortably nuzzled his face against it, then turned over and curled up.

Max’s eyes softened. He decisively lay down beside Eric, only to feel the heavy emotions that had been pressing on him for so long suddenly vanish without a trace. His tightly wound nerves relaxed. He could no longer resist and sank into sleep.

By the time Sam, Jessica, and the others finished their work and arrived at Eric’s house, the courtyard was already littered with Snow Wolf people and Dwarves sleeping sprawled in every direction. Amidst a chorus of snores, Luban’s sleep-talking could also be heard.

The only one still awake, surprisingly, was Leo. He was busy moving the little ones onto the plank bed, especially Robin. Sleeping in the courtyard during this season would surely lead to a cold.

Iris looked at Leo with a helpless expression. As Iris walked past Luban, she didn’t forget to give him a kick.

"Eric saved some food for everyone in the pot, and there’s also this newly brewed liquor." Leo didn’t forget Eric’s instructions, pointing to the wine vat as he spoke to them.

For the sake of this free meal he hadn’t had in a long time, Sam had intentionally skipped eating at the communal kitchen. He didn’t stand on ceremony, sitting right down on a wooden plank and digging in.

However, many of the dishes had gone cold. Jessica had to place them on the fire to reheat them, then brought out the rest of the food Eric had saved for them.

This sumptuous meal certainly did not disappoint them, nor did it make Sam’s hungry trip over here a waste. That newly brewed liquor had an even stranger flavor; one sip warmed the entire body.

The housewarming party was split into two shifts, something the deeply sleeping Eric would never have expected.

The liquor he had left for the communal kitchen staff took down quite a few people. When Sam and the others left, there were still many Snow Wolf people sleeping soundly in the kitchen.

It was a pity that Eric didn’t get to witness this scene he had long awaited.

Fortunately, the Dwarves had come to trade for liquor early today and had already experienced its power, so during dinner, they were all careful not to get knocked out at the communal kitchen.

As winter gradually approached, the temperature at night and in the early morning began to drop.

The next morning, Eric’s glass windowpanes were covered in a layer of white condensation, signaling the arrival of the cold air.

On the spacious and warm plank bed, several silver-white fluffballs were rolling around in their sleep. Robin was even hugging one of them, and there was another one lying on the floor.

He hugged Leo, who was snuggled in his arms, and squinted to identify the child on the floor. Seeing that it was the chubby little Dinh, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was fine; little Dinh wouldn’t be easily hurt by a fall or get cold. The kid was a restless sleeper; his plank bed was already this wide, yet he could still manage to roll onto the floor.

Being picked up by him didn’t wake Leo, who continued to snore with his eyes closed.

Eric gently lifted and lowered him a few times, smiling with satisfaction. He remembered when he first arrived here, Leo was as thin as a kitten from long-term malnutrition.

Now, at least he resembled a large cat. It wasn’t for nothing that he always compared Leo to a cat; from his fur color to his demeanor, he was exactly like his grandmother’s calico cat, though that cat had been fattened up until it was plump and jiggly.

Hugging Leo, he lay back down and rolled over comfortably.

Suddenly, his back hit a wall of flesh. Startled, he turned his head, only to find, to his surprise, that Max was lying right beside him.

On the handsome, angular face, a pair of sleepy eyes slowly opened.

Eric shot up with a start, stammering: "Max... Max!"

He was doomed. How could he have no impression of this at all? Why on earth was Max here!

Seeing his flustered state, a hint of a smile appeared in Max’s dark eyes.

"Do you have a headache today?" He remembered the last time Eric got drunk, he spent the next day clutching his head, grimacing in pain, and swearing he would never drink again.

Eric was also surprised to find himself unusually clear-headed. Perhaps after drinking more, his body had gradually adapted.

"No headache, I feel great," he replied mechanically.

The corners of Max’s mouth curved into a smile. He reached out and pushed him back down.

"It’s still early, and it gets cold in the morning. Go back to sleep."

Lying on the bed, Eric’s brain worked at full speed, trying to recall last night’s events. But no matter how hard he thought, he could only remember falling asleep by the warm fire, and furthermore, he remembered sitting next to Michael...

That’s right, he also remembered that Max seemed very angry yesterday? He stole a glance at Max beside him. His expression was very normal, just like before the rumors had spread, showing no trace of any unusual emotion.

No wonder people online always said alcohol scrambles the brain. Eric felt his mind was a complete blank, his memories all jumbled up.

Telling himself for the nth time that he would never drink again, Eric pushed aside the chaotic memories. He drank so much last night; he must have remembered wrong.

It was just that having Max lying beside him made him feel a little unnatural.

Even as he closed his eyes and forced himself to rest, his eyelids wouldn’t stop trembling, causing his long eyelashes to flutter restlessly.