I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 230: Hairpin

"This is a decent accessory. Your brain is used entirely in these areas," Evan said while admiring a wooden hairpin carved in the shape of a blooming flower, taking the opportunity to mock Eric.

Eric smiled sheepishly: "Don’t mock me. This is used for bunned hair. Women use complex styles, men use this simple style; both are better than cloth strips."

Saying this, he glanced at the light blue silk ribbon with complex patterns on Evan’s head: "Of course, it can’t compare to yours."

He didn’t know where Evan got things like handkerchiefs and this silk ribbon. Perhaps his clothes had hidden pockets; after all, when Eric helped him change clothes, he didn’t notice.

Evan looked at him amusedly: "This can bun hair?"

He thought Eric was joking. This accessory called a hairpin could at most serve as a decoration on hair that was already bunned.

Eric had short hair, so he couldn’t demonstrate on himself. His eyes rolled around a few times, and he got an idea involving Evan.

Evan sighed. Although he didn’t say anything, Eric knew he agreed. He excitedly ran behind him, rubbed his hands, and untied Evan’s silk ribbon. Immediately, the black hair, like silk, cascaded down.

Although Evan seemed to dislike his own hair, Eric had a lot of affection for this familiar color. Before transmigrating, he was always busy dyeing his hair; after transmigrating, he missed it especially.

The simplest way to use a hairpin was to bun all the hair up, which girls used a lot. But doing that to Evan would probably earn him a beating. Eric thought for a moment, found a shell comb, bunned the top part of Evan’s hair and fixed it on the crown of his head, leaving the bottom part to hang loose casually. It had to be said, it was truly very beautiful.

To think he had such talent! Succeeding on the first try, Eric happily admired his work.

"It’s really beautiful. It’s a pity you can’t see it, Evan."

The more Eric looked at Evan’s hairstyle, the more he looked like a wealthy young master from ancient times in his previous life. The simple wooden hairpin in his hair looked incredibly ethereal and refined.

Thinking it was a pity Evan couldn’t see his achievement, Eric thought for a moment and used water magic to condense a water mirror.

"Hehe, now you can see it, right?" Eric chuckled twice and brought the water mirror in front of Evan.

Evan was no longer surprised by his magical ability to use magic like this. At this moment, he used the water mirror to examine his hair. Eric had made him look unexpectedly good.

Eric couldn’t help but laugh a few more times. As they spent more time together, he had long discovered that although Evan didn’t say it, he actually liked to dress up.

For example, that colorful handkerchief and the silk ribbon that looked simple but had complex patterns. Even the only jewelry on him, that silver ring, was engraved with exquisite magic runes, clearly a high-level item.

He guessed this silver ring had defensive capabilities. Otherwise, how could Evan be so lucky, soaking in the sea and drifting ashore without being eaten by magic beasts in the sea?

So, in summary, although Evan didn’t use or wear much, everything was a selected item.

The clothes made of elf fabric on him were clearly top-tier. There weren’t as many decorations as the Black Wolf tribe; the patterns on them were all the same color as the fabric, looking unremarkable at first glance but extremely modest and luxurious upon closer inspection.

This was the difference between having taste and purely showing off wealth...

Evan said this hairpin was beautiful, so Eric felt it was fine.

Moreover, Evan was much better than a clumsy person like Eric. Seeing that this hairpin was quite useful, he liked it, only the flower shape didn’t suit men, so he personally took the carving knife to carve a branch of leaves.

Even without coloring, the leaf shape was vivid and full of life.

"Wow, your skill is really not bad!" Eric opened his eyes wide and shouted in surprise.

Watching the items Evan carved a few days ago was exquisite enough, but they were all statues of gods. Although beautiful, Eric didn’t like them much.

He just didn’t expect Evan to be so skillful at making hairpins too. Without needing him to draw more shapes, Evan could infer other things from one instance. The leaves on top of the hairpin were carved with clear veins, suiting Evan’s temperament very well.

Evan smiled faintly, pulled out the flower-shaped hairpin, switched to the leaf-shaped one, and raised his hand, having already learned Eric’s method just now.

"Is it only me in this world who is clumsy?" Eric muttered quite aggrievedly.

"This hairpin is very good. If gems are used to craft it or inlaid on it, it can also be made into a commodity. Whether it’s the Human Race or..."

Evan paused: "They would certainly be willing to pay a high price to buy it."

That’s right!

Eric’s eyes lit up. He only thought about dressing up the clansmen, but making jewelry could also be sold. Besides hairpins, he remembered many other types of jewelry. Those needing metal for crafting could be taken to the Dwarves!

"Evan, your idea is wonderful!" Eric excitedly patted Evan’s shoulder.

Evan shook his head, a smile in his eyes, and continued whittling hairpins. This time, he even creatively carved different patterns. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

After carving a few, Evan selected some to carve magic runes on, only that magic cores couldn’t be inlaid on the hairpins.

He made two types, attack and defense, which required Eric or him to infuse magic power first. At that time, Dwarves or beastmen could directly activate them.

Eric held the finished hairpin and infused magic power one by one. The magic runes on these were all intermediate. He could now supply magic power for intermediate magic runes more than ten times, which was also a result of training.

The hairpins were carved extremely exquisitely. The wood quality was good, the grain was beautiful, and they were polished smooth by Evan. Holding one in hand, it truly felt like a work of art.

Hairpins with magic runes were best given to the Dwarves. Giving them to Snow Wolves and Horned Goat people was a bit wasteful, especially the defensive type, which wasn’t as good as their fur.

...

Arthur, who was in a coma, had been moved to Eric’s old earthen house. There were no wounds on his body. Kevin also said he had no internal injuries and had fainted from hunger, but feeding him a bowl of rice water didn’t wake him up either.

Since the person was already picked up, he couldn’t be ignored. Eric used the excuse of delivering hairpins to Luci to stop by and check.

Previously, Eric was always very curious about Evan’s background. He guessed the other party was hunted by enemies and fled here. He didn’t expect the enemy to be such a youth; who knew for what reason they fought.

He rubbed his chin. This youth didn’t look like a mage either. Mages were famous for being brittle. Arthur was crushed by heavy objects weighing several hundred catties falling from a height in the trap without getting hurt; he was definitely a warrior.

He just didn’t know what conflict a warrior and a mage could have to fight all the way to the Illusory Dream Continent.

Kevin had followed Eric’s instructions to find Dwarves to make windows, but they weren’t finished immediately, so beast skins were still used to block the wind.

It was quite warm this way, just not ventilated. Beastmen didn’t pick on the environment, but he didn’t know if Arthur could adapt.

The beast skins that the Horned Goat people had slept on had also been replaced with clean ones. The stove was burning underground, and the fire was very vigorous.

If Evan didn’t want to return to the human world, then let the Halun merchant group take Arthur back next year. Eric didn’t want two people fighting in his tribe.

He didn’t know Arthur’s realm, but Evan was at least a high-level mage.

Usually, when Evan taught him magic and mentioned the difference between high-level and low-level magic, he always spoke very clearly and was extremely knowledgeable.

Without reaching that level, one simply couldn’t understand it so thoroughly. So Eric boldly guessed that Evan’s level, estimated conservatively, was also high-level.

Then the strength of Arthur, who could fight Evan to a draw, couldn’t be low either. If the two of them fought in the Hadu tribe, the destructive power would truly be equal to an atomic bomb.

Imagining that scene, Eric couldn’t help but wear a bitter face.

The home he and everyone worked hard to build couldn’t be destroyed. There was too much work planned for next year; they really didn’t have the time.