I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 418: The Confrontation

"Sigh."

Eric sighed sadly.

Arthur was so strong; how was he going to escape? Moreover, it was certain now that he had arrived at Dragon Island. Dragons were everywhere, and he even needed Arthur’s protection to avoid being burned to death.

Eric’s mood plummeted to rock bottom. He squatted dejectedly in the giant’s palm.

Suddenly, an itching sensation came from his face, accompanied by a wet feeling. Eric abruptly raised his head: "Stop licking me!"

The big white dog, which had transformed back into the super-large Samoyed version, looked at him with innocent eyes, tilting its head as if Eric was making a fuss over nothing.

Frustrated, he wiped his face and pushed the big white dog’s head away in disgust: "But still, thank you for protecting me just now. Very majestic."

Just now he only saw the big white dog’s back, not its face from the front. He didn’t know if its face changed after growing bigger. If it had such a majestic body but this silly, cute dog head, it would be very funny.

Kanude grinned, rubbed up cheekily again, and tried to shove its large furry head, the size of a buffalo’s, into Eric’s arms.

If Eric didn’t also have great strength now, he would have long been knocked over by Kanude.

"Kanude, your name is also very majestic, but why are you so like a dog? Hahaha." Eric was tickled by the fur.

"Arthur, you’re treating your own kind like this for a Snow Wolf! I will definitely tell His Majesty the Dragon King!"

The clear lake surface was stirred into a muddy mess. The black dragon was like a mole in a whack-a-mole game; whenever it poked its head out of the river, it was beaten back into the water by the golden dragon.

By the time Arthur stopped, the black dragon was lying feebly on a large rock by the river, cursing weakly.

Since it was beaten like this anyway, and Arthur couldn’t really kill a fellow clan member - Dragon Island had rules - it might as well go for broke.

Arthur was completely fearless. His dark golden eyes seemed immersed in thousand-year-old ice, looking at it coldly, and said with disdain:

"Then go tell my grandfather. Just say you attacked my soul mate, and see if you get punished or I get punished."

"You signed a soul contract with a beastman?"

Hearing this, the black dragon was extremely shocked. Disregarding its body beaten to softness, it struggled to lift its head and shouted in surprise.

"That’s right. You go back and tell the other dragons, if anyone else dares to touch him, the rules of Dragon Island won’t protect them either. I will definitely peel their skin and pull their tendons."

Arthur said ruthlessly.

The black dragon trembled and shrank its neck, lying flat and playing dead, secretly feeling lucky.

As the youngest generation but with the highest martial power, Arthur had intimidated countless dragons. Later, even some older Dragon tribe members couldn’t beat him. He could be said to be the tyrant of Dragon Island.

His threat was not empty talk; he would really do it. Because he had always been this fierce. Thinking of this, the black dragon hurriedly buried its head in the water.

Seeing it behaving, Arthur snorted coldly, and only then flew up to leave.

On the other side.

Kanude acted spoiled with Eric for a while, then started pulling Eric’s clothes, dragging him towards the cave they came from.

At first, Eric didn’t want to compromise. Later, thinking that he was already on Dragon Island and couldn’t leave even if he continued, and everywhere was full of dangerous giant dragons like those just now, it was better to return to a safe place first and plan later.

He touched his forehead, which no longer felt unusual, with some doubt, and ordered the giant to return the way they came.

The giant summoned by Elf magic had a body as huge as a mountain. Movement was very restricted; not only was it slow, but it also easily caused destruction.

Just now, to escape, he had to use this magic as a last resort. Now Eric saw countless trees trampled and broken under the giant’s feet, among which he didn’t know how many spiritual plants were destroyed, and couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful.

Kanude jumped around and flew beside them. Seeing this, it was overjoyed. Very schemingly, it leaned close to Eric, frantically signaling for Eric to get on its back.

Since he had to return to that cave anyway, and Eric now knew Kanude was Arthur’s contract beast, he no longer had reservations. He jumped onto its back and recalled the giant.

No wonder it attracted the Dragon tribe; the commotion of this magic was too big. On Dragon Island, it was better to be careful, otherwise, a moment of negligence would invite a fatal disaster.

(The dragons frantically shook their heads at Arthur: He slandered us!).

Returning to the empty cave and waiting for a while, Arthur slowly came back.

Eric sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, Kanude obediently leaning against his leg. Seeing him enter, four eyes looked over simultaneously.

Arthur was so nervous his limbs almost became clumsy, especially since Eric’s gaze was very unfriendly. During the period of memory loss, Arthur had obedience to Eric engraved in his DNA; at this moment, he felt even more guilty.

The Dragon tribe and guilt had never been associated with each other. No matter how much robbing or destruction they did, they only followed their instincts and never thought they did wrong.

He walked slowly, inching inside bit by bit, his heart both happy and anxious.

Happy because Eric was now in his cave, sitting on the bed he made with his own hands; anxious because he remembered how ugly Eric’s expression was when he was brought here...

Eric looked at his appearance, as if returning to the time when the other party lost his memory.

While waiting, he had also seriously thought about what attitude to use to face Arthur. Hate or normal? When humans actually faced this problem, it turned out the mood was so complicated.

His heart was intertwined with regret, pain, disgust, and hatred, but Arthur’s kindness to him before wasn’t fake either.

The scene of his tribesmen, relatives, and lover being injured was still vivid in his mind. Eric’s mood was as complicated as a mixed sweet soup.

Arthur had just saved him again... but the reason he was in danger was also because the other party forced him to Dragon Island. The more Eric thought, the angrier he got, and he stood up abruptly.

"Hey! You, yes you, Arthur. Why did you capture me to Dragon Island? I was almost burned to death just now!"

Eric pointed at him aggressively and scolded.

Arthur whispered: "It won’t happen. My soul scale will protect you, and I also left Kanude for you..."

What was the point of pretending to be pitiful now? How majestic he was when wreaking havoc in the Hadu tribe, beating his mate and tribesmen half to death. And his house, his onions, garlic, and chili!