I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 419: The Reluctant Conversation

"Anyway, I don’t want to stay here. Take me back quickly. I already have a mate. I am not a beastman who changes hearts easily!" Eric said angrily.

Mentioning the mate, Arthur’s eyes suddenly changed. He said in a deep voice:

"What’s so good about that Snow Wolf guy? He’s basically not as powerful as me, nor as rich as me. If you become his mate, you still have to manage the tribe and work yourself. If you become my mate, whatever you like, I will rob it for you."

The corners of Eric’s mouth twitched a few times, and he was speechless:

"I am not of the Dragon tribe; I can’t enjoy things that are robbed. My tribe is in the development stage. You captured me here, and I still have many plans I haven’t had time to implement. You basically can’t rob the things I want!"

Whether it was population, economic development, or developing strength to become a large tribe with a voice, none of it could be achieved by a simple word "rob".

It wasn’t that Arthur didn’t understand what he said; it was just that he was a Dragon, and his way of life since childhood was far different from Eric’s.

Although the Dragon tribe had lived in seclusion for nearly ten thousand years, they were still an existence no one dared to underestimate. The Hadu tribe, on the other hand, could only live in the cracks, and had even just solved the problem of food and clothing for the tribesmen.

Arthur never had to worry about the survival of his own kind. It was already fortunate he didn’t beat up his own kind; expecting him to empathize with Eric was completely impossible.

"Being busy every day like that, don’t you feel tired? Isn’t it good to escape that life?" Arthur asked.

Eric was extremely helpless. Before, he heard him say that from the moment dragon hatchlings broke their shells, they would be thrown out by adult dragons. Perhaps the family affection among the Dragon tribe was very thin.

Looking at Arthur’s attitude towards other dragons, one could also know how they got along with each other. It would be strange if he could understand Eric.

"It is a bit tiring, but that is also voluntary on my part. You can’t understand the satisfaction of leading a tribe to develop and letting the tribesmen have enough to eat. Moreover, they are my family, friends, and lover. I just want to see them live better." Eric explained helplessly.

But immediately after, his tone suddenly changed: "Yet you dared to lay hands on my tribesmen, especially Max and Galvin. I don’t even know how they are doing now..."

Thinking of this, Eric paced back and forth anxiously. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He indeed struck a bit heavily that day due to agitation. Arthur lowered his head guiltily, but his expression was extremely fierce.

That guy Galvin completely asked for it. Who told him to always act unconvinced about Eric being the patriarch?

As for Max... hmph, if not for Eric stopping him, he really wanted to make Max disappear from the world.

"They will be fine. You cast so much magic and even exhausted your spiritual power because of it. Although their bodies couldn’t recover immediately, your magic will continuously provide vitality to their bodies. They will recover very quickly. Besides, I didn’t use much strength initially..."

Arthur defended himself.

Seeing Eric still very worried, although extremely unwilling in his heart, Arthur suppressed his annoyance and said:

"As for Max, he will also be fine. I saw that he was only one step away from condensing a magic core. Maybe I even helped him."

"Don’t twist concepts!" Eric said angrily: "You are a dragon. Can beastmen withstand your devastation? If there were human slaves there that day, a whole bunch would have died long ago!"

After venting his anger, he recalled the story of Max opening his magic core in the original novel, and his heart couldn’t help but flutter. Could this guy be telling the truth?

So, wasn’t it a case of unintentional positive outcome? But who knew if he was telling the truth or not? Eric thought of Max’s pained eyes looking at him for the last time, and felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

Clearly, they had met again after a month, and they hadn’t had time to talk much.

Moreover, regardless of the result, the damage Arthur caused to the tribesmen and the tribe was undeniable. Eric also didn’t believe he really acted to help Max condense a magic core.

He hadn’t asked before, but now Eric couldn’t hold back anymore:

"You said you want me to be your mate; is it because I cook well? If so, the human world has many chefs. If that doesn’t work, I can teach them. Whatever you want to eat, I can give you the recipe."

Given the Dragon tribe’s personality, this possibility was the greatest.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have made so many delicious dishes. Who would have expected that just because he liked to research food a little, he would bring such big trouble upon himself.

Arthur’s reaction, however, was not joy. He stood there annoyed for a few minutes, then silently stepped forward to take things out.

"Just now I went out to find food. There are fruits unique to Dragon Island. The meat of this magical beast is very delicious. I’ve already washed it. Here are kitchen utensils." He said as he took things out of his ring.

Eric used to see storage tools in novels or anime often, but storage tools in the other world were very precious. He heard that in the human world, one couldn’t buy them even with money.

But since Eric arrived here, storage tools seemed to come from a wholesale market; everyone could take one out...

But thinking about it, the people he came into contact with were either Elf princes or sons of dukes from some empire. This one was a dragon, so having a storage tool was not strange.

Seeing the pile of things on the ground, his forehead was full of black lines. Sure enough, it was for food. Look, even the ingredients were prepared!

Next, Arthur looked around. Before Eric woke up, he had been cleaning, except it seemed he cleaned too much...

Fortunately, worried Eric wouldn’t like this place, he had prepared: "There are also many beautiful plants here. I remember you like flowers; let’s put them in the cave."

Saying that, he took out a jet-black bracelet from his bosom. It had no patterns, deep as if it could suck all light into it, and tried to put it on Eric’s hand.

Eric nimbly stepped back. Countless confining props he had seen in comics flashed through his mind. He looked at Arthur warily and said:

"I won’t wear this!"

Arthur was stunned. He scratched his head: "I thought you would like it. Then there are two rings and a bracelet here, only the space is smaller by half."

He took out a few trivial rings and bracelets from his bosom again, offering them like treasures in his palm for Eric to choose.

So they were storage tools...

Eric despised himself inwardly. Although he liked the legendary storage tools very much, he still had to suppress the pain and shake his head:

"No need, no need. One shouldn’t accept rewards without merit. I just want to go back to the tribe, back to my home."

Arthur squatted in front of him, his eyes exactly like Kanude’s next to him, looking at him moistly:

"Can’t this place be your home? Whatever you like, I can get for you. Don’t you like using magic cores as curtains? There are many gems and gold coins in here, as well as pearls and shells from the merfolk. They are all for you."

He pushed both hands forward, eyes full of expectation.

"I don’t like any of them. I don’t want them. I just want to go home." Eric stared stubbornly into his eyes.

The entire space fell silent. Even Kanude sensed the unusual aura of its master and sat up straight on the spot, looking serious.

The air seemed to stagnate. The two were in a stalemate for a long time. Arthur lost first, hurriedly stuffing the pile of storage tools in his hand into Eric’s hand, turned around, and silently began to process the ingredients.

"You have slept for three days; your stomach must be very hungry. Let me cook for you."

As if nothing had happened, Arthur smiled and said.

Eric was completely helpless. He was about to step forward to continue talking about leaving when his sleeve was pulled by Kanude beside him.

Turning his head in doubt, he saw Kanude shaking its head vigorously, a look of worry in its black pupils.

It seemed to be stopping him from speaking further, worried he would anger Arthur.

True, Arthur was no longer that memory-lost fool, but a dragon with powerful strength who didn’t know the weight of his actions. It was best not to push him too hard; who knew what Arthur would do.

Eric didn’t know how to get back to the Hadu tribe, but Arthur definitely knew the way.

He probably wouldn’t do anything to Eric, but the Hadu tribe was a live target. In case Arthur got angry and went to take revenge on the tribe, it would be troublesome.

Having thought it through, he gratefully touched Kanude’s big, furry, friendly head.