I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 308: Evan’s Good News

"Evan, do you have good news you want to tell ?"

As soon as Eric entered the house, he couldn’t wait any longer and turned around to ask.

Evan smiled and pinched his nose: "That’s right, look at this."

Saying that, white light began to emit from his body.

The light flashed, and Evan’s body began to grow taller. His hair and eyes instantly turned erald green, and the lines of his face beca sharper and more angular. The originally handso face imdiately beca mature.

Eric had felt Evan’s action was too intimate, but suddenly seeing this scene before his eyes, he didn’t have ti to think and instinctively took a few steps back, his mouth gaping in surprise.

"This... this is... Evan, you’ve recovered!"

He thought there was just progress; he didn’t expect Evan could directly turn into an Elf!

Evan’s ears becoming pointed and long made him even more graceful and handso, so beautiful that one didn’t dare to look directly at him for a mont. Before, when the Elf team ca to attack the tribe, everyone was already beautiful, but surprisingly, Evan was a cut above them. Eric almost stared in a daze.

The last ti he had this feeling was when Elder Phù Na gave him the fruit shaped like bread.

Elves were truly beautiful! Eric didn’t dare to imagine the scene of many Elves together in the forest; saying it was a visual feast wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Towards other Elves, Eric didn’t dare to get close, but Evan was different. He curiously approached to examine Evan’s changes carefully. If not for a bit of sobriety remaining in his heart, he would have almost reached out to touch.

The pointed ears of Elves he had only seen in ani, and he had longed for them for a long ti. Now a living Elf stood before him, and Eric had to use all his self-control to restrain his hands.

Evan couldn’t help laughing and bent down. Turning back to his original form, he was taller than Eric by more than just a bit; his height was nearly equal to an adult Snow Wolf person.

"Are you very curious about my ears? Here you go."

Long, smooth green hair hung down, and the pointed ears suddenly appeared in front of Eric.

Wanted to touch so bad, wanted to touch so bad... Eric clasped his hands behind his back and laughed awkwardly: "Not at all... I was just a little curious."

A trace of disappointnt flashed in Evan’s eyes, not easily noticeable, and he straightened up.

Eric walked around him a few more tis, clicking his tongue in praise: "Evan, your change is too big; this ti I believe you are five hundred years old."

Helplessly sighing, Evan looked down at the child who specialized in poking at his weak points: "Five hundred years old is still very young in the Elf tribe; I just ca of age."

Previously, he didn’t feel there was anything wrong with his age, but now Evan always felt that five hundred years seed really a bit old...

After excitedly circling Evan for a while, Eric suddenly thought of the group of Elves plowing the fields outside: "Right, now that you’ve recovered, are you about to return to the Elf forest?"

"Now I can freely transform between human and Elf forms; consider it a blessing in disguise. If you don’t plan to kick out, I want to go back for a trip first, then stay here. I like the tribe led by you."

Evan bowed his head and said seriously. He looked at Eric with deep eyes, seeming to have a thousand words he wanted to say but hadn’t said.

"That’s true, you should go back and inform your family. Otherwise, if Elves keep looking for you all over the continent like this, other races will have grievances; don’t let others intentionally cause trouble." Eric muttered, lost in his own thoughts.

Evan finally recovered his Elf form, and he had resolved a worry. He had said Arthur showed signs of turning back into a dragon long ago, so why didn’t Evan have any movent?

Now only Arthur was missing; him turning back into a dragon probably wasn’t far off. The difficult part was not knowing when this guy would recover his mory. If Arthur could recover his mory, regardless of whether he chose to stay or return to Dragon Island, Eric finally wouldn’t need to worry about the Dragon tribe coming to the door to demand answers.

The land destroyed by the Elf tribe’s attack back then, after days of diligent plowing by the Elves, had been repaired by more than half and was nearing completion.

Although they were Evan’s clansn, since they had caused everyone’s anger, Eric didn’t go easy on them. Even the heavily injured ones, once they could walk, were not allowed to rest and were chased out to the fields by Eric on the second day.

After all, the Elf physique was special; as long as there were natural elents, they could recover on their own. Even without magic power to cast healing magic, the body would slowly heal, and wounds wouldn’t easily worsen.

On this point, Eric truly admired them; the physiques of the races on the Dream Continent were so good. If humans were injured, without dicine and adequate rest, most wouldn’t be able to recover and might even get infections.

The tents provided by the tribe for the Elves to stay temporarily were also very simple, sandwiched between the Horned Goat people and the small beastn; it couldn’t be called comfortable.

After all, Elves and beastn were not the sa. Wealthy Elves having to live in tents usually inhabited by beastn was no different from torture.

Under such conditions, Fanta, who was heavily injured, could now walk freely. At most, he couldn’t use force, and most of the work was done by his companions. Even so, the recovery ability was surprisingly fast.

After Eric and Evan discussed it, Evan planned not to et the Elves temporarily. Wait until they finished plowing the fields, then he would appear in a place far from the tribe and return to the Elf forest with them.

According to Evan, it was to make Pepsi and the others worry a bit, so they wouldn’t always cause trouble due to impatience. After this ti, surely their temperants would be curbed a bit.

The Elf matter was settled, and Eric went to find Arthur. Recently the cafeteria was very busy, and he didn’t want Arthur following him all day, so he let him go help every day when it was ti to cook. It just so happened that the cafeteria had a lot of work recently; even if he didn’t know how to cook, such great strength could be used.

Moreover, Arthur would leave the tribe sooner or later. Once he recovered his mory, this guy would definitely not want to stay here. Waiting until he returned to Dragon Island, with the culinary skills of this world, he feared it would be hard to eat delicious food like in the Hadu tribe. It was best for him to learn to cook himself, so he wouldn’t go hungry in the future. Speaking of which, having taken Arthur in for several months, this guy had helped quite a bit, so Eric had to consider him sowhat.

Arthur was in the cafeteria learning to knead dough; both his hands and face were covered in white flour, looking very funny.

"Eric!" Seeing Eric’s figure, he waved happily.