I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 163: Learning Magic

"What kind of plant is this?" Eric asked curiously.

He only had a few pots of wild onions and garlic growing in his house, all of which were already quite tall, while these just looked like saplings.

Evan smiled, took a small cloth bag from his robes, and sprinkled the remaining seeds into the freshly prepared pot of soil.

His slender hand brushed lightly over the rim of the pot, his lips murmuring mysterious syllables. A gentle breeze rose, carrying emerald-green phosphorescent specks from his fingertips into the soil.

Nourished by the magic, the brown seeds quickly germinated. Tiny white roots dug deep into the earth, while above, tender green sprouts broke through the soil, surging upwards with unstoppable vitality.

Outside the courtyard gate, the crowd’s admiring gasps rang out again, like a perfect background score for this magical display.

When the sapling had grown about a finger high, Evan finally stopped, placing it neatly beside the other pots.

"These are the seeds Julia gave you," he explained, his voice as clear as a stream flowing over stones. "Seeing there was nothing to do, I brought them out to plant."

Leo was completely captivated; the boy squatted down, staring unblinkingly at the small potted plants.

"They’re onion seeds! I was afraid they wouldn’t grow, I didn’t expect you to help me solve this difficult problem." Eric picked up a pot in amazement.

"The sooner seeds are planted, the higher the survival rate. Their vitality diminishes over time. I noticed your house is quite warm, and the plants are growing well, so I brought them out to sow." Evan glanced at the pots of onions and garlic on the earthen bed through the glass window, explaining.

Eric looked at the pot of young onions in his hand with envy: "Magic is truly miraculous. If only I also knew magic, that would be great."

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you," Evan said with a smile.

Hearing the two words "learn magic," Eric’s heart thumped. A completely new door seemed to be opening before him. He was so stunned his mouth fell open, his jet-black eyes, like obsidian, shining with disbelief:

"I... I can learn magic too? Didn’t people say beastmen are inherently ungifted in magic?"

Evan picked up two pots of young onions and walked leisurely into the house: "Learning magic requires talent and affinity with the elements. The greater a beastman’s innate magic resistance, the harder it is to sense the elements, and thus, the harder it is to comprehend magic."

Eric and Leo followed behind with the remaining pots, their minds completely captivated by Evan’s words, forgetting all about the gossiping crowd in the yard. Seeing there was nothing left to watch, the people gradually dispersed.

So that was the reason beastmen couldn’t use magic, Eric mused.

Placing the pots on the edge of the warm earthen bed, Evan turned to look at the dazed Eric, a faint, unnoticeable glint of amusement in his eyes.

"The first step to learning magic is meditation, to sense the surrounding elements and see which system your talent leans toward. Compared to other beastmen, I think you might just be able to comprehend magic."

"Really?" Joy burst forth on Eric’s face, blooming into a radiant smile. He couldn’t contain his excitement: "Didn’t you say beastmen have magic resistance, making it hard to comprehend? Why am I an exception? Could it be that you can..."

Suddenly, his smile froze. He finally understood Evan’s implication. Wait... The greater the magic resistance, the harder it is to comprehend...

He said I could learn... Doesn’t that mean my magic resistance is WEAKER than other beastmen?!

"You’re mocking my magical defense for being weaker than others, don’t think I don’t get it!" Eric glared at him angrily.

Evan’s smile widened, his eyes curving into crescents: "I’m just stating the truth. So, do you want to learn or not?"

Shooting him an annoyed glare, Eric felt this human was gradually revealing his "foxy" face. He replied sullenly: "Of course I want to learn! What if I can actually learn it!"

"Then let’s start with meditation. Lie down on the bed, focus your mind, clear all stray thoughts, and try to sense the magical elements around you. If you have a talent for a certain system, you will feel it."

Eric obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying down. Leo, curious, also lay down beside him.

The gentle morning sunlight shone on the warm earthen bed. Having just eaten his fill and lying in such a comfortable space, Eric only felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

He pressed his cheek against the soft animal hide, trying to empty his mind.

Relax, relax...

Suddenly, he shot up like a carp, saying to Evan:

"I almost forgot! I brought food back for you. You should eat it now while it’s still hot, it’ll get cold later!"

Evan, who was leisurely sitting on a chair about to pour tea, was startled by Eric’s sudden action, his hand freezing in mid-air.

After hearing his words, he chuckled and set the teapot down:

"You can’t have stray thoughts when meditating. That won’t do."

Eric rubbed his stomach in distress: "It’s too comfortable, I’m full and sunbathing, I’m dying of sleepiness. Do all you mages have such iron wills?"

Who can lie in one place with an empty mind and not fall asleep?

Seeing Eric’s struggling expression, Evan just smiled and poured himself a glass of water. Learning magic wasn’t that simple.

If it were that easy, it wouldn’t be a privilege of the nobility.

For ordinary people to learn, besides extraordinary innate talent, they all need magic robes and arrays to enhance the elemental concentration, all of which are incredibly expensive.

He suggested Eric try, partly to tease this interesting kid, and partly out of curiosity to see if he could create another miracle.

On the other side, Eric struggled for a moment, then an idea flashed in his mind.

He no longer lay down but sat cross-legged on the bed, mimicking the cultivation pose of heroes from martial arts novels of his previous life, clasping his hands in front of his stomach and taking a deep breath.

Eric closed his eyes, gradually pushing aside all stray thoughts. His mind slowly became tranquil.

And then, a wonderful feeling emerged. Everything around him seemed to dim, but his hearing became unusually sharp.

First was the sound of Leo’s steady breathing beside him, then the whistling of the wind outside the door. Further away, the clang of hammer on anvil from the Dwarves’ area, and the faint sound of talking and laughing from the cafeteria.

After becoming a Snow Wolf cub, this was the first time Eric had seriously listened to the world around him.

He only now realized with astonishment that when his mind was quiet, a Snow Wolf’s hearing could be this powerful and sharp.