I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 146: Human Noble

"When we moved here, we originally stayed in a place a few dozen kilometers east of here.

The Ox-Head Tribe even helped us clear out the high-level magical beasts in the surroundings. Unfortunately, our luck was bad. The territory we were given easily attracted magical beasts, and after just a few years, it was attacked again.

Our chief led us to flee to this swamp’s edge before that year’s beast tide hit. There are far fewer magical beasts here, and we’ve barely managed to survive. We never expected to be discovered by that third-tier magical beast today."

The brown-bearded Dwarf named Aiden muttered as he led the way for them.

Another Dwarf had a large gash torn by the magical beast’s claw, running from his shoulder all the way down his back.

Supported by his companion, he staggered along, gritting his teeth against the pain, saying:

"There are too many magical beasts on this continent. Every year when the Ox-Head Tribe comes to trade food with us, they help us clear them out again. Otherwise, we’d have lost our lives long ago."

"Your wound... how about I carry you!"

Eric couldn’t bear to look at the bloody mess on his back and offered.

They weren’t carrying any medicine, and in winter, there was nowhere to find herbs. He could only help by carrying him for a stretch to lessen his pain.

The injured Dwarf hurriedly waved his hands:

"No need, cub! This little wound is nothing. My companion already used snow to help me stop the bleeding. It’ll heal in a few days."

The cold snow indeed helped the wound congeal and had a hemostatic effect.

It was just that, given the size of the wound, it really didn’t look like something that would heal in a few days.

It had to be said, the vitality of the races in this world was truly powerful.

Since the other party had refused, Eric didn’t insist. He was also afraid his own clumsiness would tear the Dwarf’s wound.

Max and Michael each carried several magical beasts, following behind. The luggage and A Mật were placed on Max’s back.

Evan, meanwhile, got down to walk with Eric.

"Are you really not cold?"

Eric touched Evan’s thin Elven-cloth cloak. It was beautiful, true, but it looked so cold in the freezing wind.

A smile flickered in Evan’s dark eyes:

"Don’t worry. The material of Elven cloth comes from the leaves of the Sun Tree. Furthermore, this outfit has magic patterns drawn on it with magical materials. Wearing it will always maintain the most comfortable temperature."

"It’s that amazing?"

Eric touched the perpetually warm cloth in his hand, letting out an exclamation characteristic of someone who had never seen the world.

"This human knows a lot."

Michael turned his head, thinking he was whispering quietly to Max.

Eric nodded, expressing his strong agreement.

So Elven cloth was made from the leaves of the Sun Tree. He had thought it was similar to silk-making in his previous life.

But touching it didn’t feel like it was made from plants at all. It was soft, skin-friendly, had a nice drape, and even emitted a gentle glow. It was clearly dark blue fabric, yet it shimmered with a soft light.

"Elven cloth is very expensive. In our tribe, only the chief has a small piece. His youngest son wears clothes made of Elven cloth and plays in the snow all winter. My daughter admires it so much."

Hearing their conversation, a Dwarf turned his head and said to them with a laugh. When he mentioned his daughter, his eyes were full of affection.

"The Sun Tree is the Elven race’s unique spiritual tree. It is the companion tree for every Elf. Therefore, the amount of Elven cloth woven isn’t large, and the price sold externally naturally becomes expensive."

Evan smiled, explaining the Dwarf’s words.

"As expected of a noble. You know so much. So each Elf has a companion tree when they’re born. Nature is truly magical."

Elves were the race favored by the forest goddess. Eric knew this, but he didn’t understand the details.

Now, learning about the Sun Tree, Eric developed a strong curiosity about the Elven race.

Before meeting Funa, Eric’s impression of the Elven race had all come from hearing other Snow Wolves talk, limited only to the other party’s arrogant personality.

But aside from their universally acknowledged arrogance, the Elves’ other conditions were truly blessed by the heavens.

Not only were they born with strong magic, but they also had companion treasures like the Sun Tree. It truly made a wolf jealous.

Thinking of the benefits of Elven cloth, he secretly decided that he must trade for a few pieces from the Hailun merchant group next year.

He just didn’t know if the wine he brewed would be enough to exchange for the expensive Elven cloth.

Hearing Eric call him a noble, Evan’s expression showed he wanted to say something but stopped. He skillfully changed the subject:

"I have learned a little healing magic. It’s just that I’m injured right now and my magic hasn’t recovered, so the healing effect might be a bit poor."

Eric asked in surprise and curiosity:

"You know magic too?"

Evan raised his right hand. His well-defined fingers pointed lightly toward the injured Dwarf. He mumbled an incantation, and faint green spots of light gathered at his fingertips. Obeying his command, they drilled into the Dwarf’s wound.

The injured Dwarf only felt a cool sensation spread across his back, and the burning, fire-like pain immediately subsided a great deal.

He shouted joyfully:

"It really doesn’t hurt as much!"

With that, he removed the arm that had been resting on his companion’s shoulder and was actually able to walk on his own.

"You should still be careful with your movements. This is just low-level magic. It’s only temporarily easing your pain; it hasn’t completely healed your wound."

Evan retracted his hand, advising the injured man who was so excited he had almost jumped on the spot.

The Dwarf finally stopped his intended jump.

By now, the group had quickened their pace and soon arrived at the Dwarf tribe.

To ensure safety, the Dwarves’ houses were all built in a semi-subterranean style. Their houses were already small, and with half of them built underground, they looked like mushrooms that had just sprouted after a rain, showing only a cap and half a stem.

The scale of this tribe was not large, and nearly half of it had been destroyed by the magical beast.

The severely damaged roofs had all been overturned. It was unknown what had happened to the people inside.

The ground was littered with splotchy bloodstains. It could be described as a complete mess.

Eric’s vision in this life was very good. After sweeping his gaze around, he quickly discovered Dwarves peering out in panic from the glass windows of several houses.