I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 452: Invitation to the Elf Forest

"Evan, you’re here too, that’s great."

"Yes." Evan murmured, "It’s great to see you."

He couldn’t say clearly whether he was happy that Eric had returned or disappointed. The moment he saw Eric rush into Max’s arms without hesitation, his heart felt like it had fallen into an abyss.

Looking now at the twisted expression of jealousy on Arthur’s face behind Eric, Evan felt a strange sense of empathy.

His previous thoughts - that as long as Eric lived well, being friends forever was enough - became ridiculous in front of this scene.

Dark jealousy constantly welled up from the bottom of his heart; Evan could even understand Arthur’s action of snatching the person away.

However, all of this shattered when Eric turned his head to call him. He slowly smiled, as if returning to the time at the Hadu tribe.

The surrounding Snow Wolves and Elves had also discovered Eric.

Michael and the others were first stunned into a daze, then overjoyed, stepping forward together to surround Max and Eric, conveniently blocking the dark-faced Arthur on the outside.

Mirinda took a step forward, shielding against Arthur’s gaze that looked ready to devour someone: " The territory of the Elf race does not welcome the Dragon race."

Having been here for a while, he understood the ins and outs of the story.

Although he didn’t know why this dragon and the Snow Wolf appeared here together, if this dragon still wanted to attack the Snow Wolves, for the sake of his younger brother, Mirinda would not stand by idly.

Arthur’s mind was focused on Eric’s back; he didn’t open his mouth.

Seeing that he had no intention of acting, Mirinda didn’t relax his vigilance, signaling with his eyes for Fanta to lead the Elves to hide in the surrounding canopy.

Michael happily touched Eric’s head: "You’re finally back, I thought..."

"It’s good you’re back, it’s good you’re back." Thomas said happily.

Grass, who always maintained the image of a cool big sister, also had eyes full of tenderness: "We finally found you."

Tears involuntarily welled up in Eric’s eyes again: "I won’t dare pick up random people next time, hoo hoo hoo..."

Hearing him speak, the Snow Wolves who were feeling moved couldn’t help but laugh.

Kevin said: "It’s a pity Sam didn’t come; he was worried crazy. Who told him to rarely participate in training usually?"

While this group was chatting animatedly and emotionally, on the other side, Henry, whose face had been full of confusion, gradually calmed down.

The guard Hasuo beside him frowned, looked around, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to them, whispered to the eldest prince:

"This is bad, their chief returned on his own. So our plan..."

Henry raised his hand to stop his words: "It seems this is also the will of heaven." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Hasuo was indignant and unwilling, but resigned; he could only stand still.

After the excitement passed, Max finally let go of Eric’s waist, letting him down to talk to everyone.

Knowing that Evan had specially come to save him, and even used Mirinda’s royal secret technique, Eric was extremely moved. He gave Evan a big hug.

"Thank you, I knew you would come to save me." Eric hugged him and then let go, looking gratefully at the Elf who was both his teacher and friend.

Actually, in the beginning, even if he hadn’t picked Evan up, with Evan’s identity and the divine artifact he carried, Evan would have been fine.

Later, when Eric learned the truth, he understood that he hadn’t really saved Evan’s life, but Evan still treated him very well.

Not only did he teach all the magic, but in this critical moment, he didn’t refuse, and even gave Eric the most precious symbiotic leaf of the Elf race, thanks to which they gained the trust of the Elf race.

After contact with other Elves, he felt Evan’s qualities were truly precious. He had no prejudice against Beastmen, and his attitude towards Dwarves was mostly pity; he never looked at anyone with a superior gaze.

At the Gray Iron tribe, he was willing to help the Dwarves rebuild their houses along with other Beastmen, not fearing the dirt. Compared to other Elves, such an Evan was truly rare.

Eric had long regarded Evan as his most important friend. In his heart, Evan was almost like a clan member, a relative. So on the day Arthur took him away, he immediately thought of Evan and asked Michael to find Evan for help.

He knew for sure Evan wouldn’t stand by and watch.

But Eric also didn’t expect Evan to be willing to go to Dragon Island with Max to save him. Luckily, Moon finally agreed to teleport the two of them back; otherwise, with Dragon Island full of dragons, if Max and Evan couldn’t find him immediately and were caught by other dragons, they would definitely face great trouble.

Evan understood the nature of the Dragon race well. To be friends to this extent, Eric was truly grateful.

He hugged the clan members one by one, looking at their appearances which were even more haggard than his own. One look and he knew that these past few days, running around for his sake, they must not have rested properly.

"Alright then." Evan helplessly pulled him back: "Don’t be too excited. Since you’ve returned safely, and moreover arrived at the Elf territory, then follow us to the Royal Court as guests. My parents have long wanted to meet you to thank you personally."

Eric scratched his head embarrassedly:

"Thank what? I should be the one thanking you. You carried a divine artifact; even if I hadn’t saved you then, you would have been fine. On the contrary, because I brought you back to the Hadu tribe, it caused the Elf race to search for a long time."

Mirinda stood aside: So little brother even showed the other party the divine artifact of the Elf race... why can’t this guy keep any secrets? Missing for half a year, and upon returning, he gave the symbiotic leaf to someone too. He keeps no secrets and tells everything, sigh.

He had a moment where he wanted to facepalm, but he didn’t want to lose face in front of the Beastmen, so he could only endure it silently.

"Since the person is back, such a good thing, how about going to the Elf Forest to celebrate together?" Mirinda smiled and said to the Snow Wolves.

Eric was a bit at a loss, involuntarily looking towards Uncle Thomas and Max.

He was an outsider; although he inherited the original owner’s memories, emotionally he wasn’t deeply immersed. There was a deep feud between Beastmen and Elves, and he didn’t want to force everyone.

Michael and the other Snow Wolves also hesitated, not knowing whether to agree or not.

Although Eric had returned on his own, everyone clearly saw Evan’s anxious attitude and determination just now; it could be seen that the other party treated Eric sincerely.

Thomas hummed in thought, then smiled and said: "Alright then, we won’t refuse."

He glanced at the other Snow Wolves; everyone tried to suppress the anxiety in their hearts and raised no objections.

Michael sidled up to Eric, his somewhat tired face filled with joy, the gloom of many days vanishing:

"Eric, have you eaten anything? I have salted duck eggs here; if you’re hungry, eat a little something."

Max felt a bit guilty; suddenly meeting again, his mood was incredibly excited, and he had forgotten about this. He started fumbling for food at his waist.

Unfortunately, when they left, his heart was heavy, so he didn’t pay attention to bringing food. On the way, besides hunting, he basically had no mind to find other food, so he had nothing right now.

Evan laughed, touched his ring, and in the next second, a pile of fruits, bread, and even fragrant sweet jams and cream appeared in his hand.

"Here, eat this. These fruits are specialties of the Elf race; they taste very good."