In the corner of the warehouse, there was still a Marble bird egg as tall as a person.
Perhaps the incubation period for magical beasts was very long; this egg had long since reacted to the outside world, yet it still hadn’t hatched a chick.
Eric worried it was due to the low temperature here. previously, he had always kept this egg in a corner of the heated bed. Only when he became proficient in Fire magic did he move the egg to the warehouse, placing a circle of fireballs around it, adding more when they went out.
Thinking of this, Eric suddenly remembered there were still several baskets of wild chicken eggs and duck eggs in the cellar, all picked up by Leo following Sam. This batch had been there for a long time and hadn’t been finished; even if they weren’t spoiled, they were probably about to hatch into chicks and ducklings.
In autumn, Eric followed the gathering team, picking mushrooms and collecting quite a few wild chicken eggs. The eggs here were big and fragrant; when stewing meat, washing the eggs and stewing them together made them incredibly delicious.
Before, there were never enough eggs to eat. With more food recently, Eric forgot to eat the eggs Leo gathered and stored in the cellar, accumulating quite a few.
Why not make salted duck eggs? They keep for a long time and have a unique flavor.
As long as he didn’t have to study, he was diligent in doing anything.
Eric placed A Mat in the innermost corner of the heated bed so no one would accidentally sit on him.
He ran down to the cellar. The accumulated duck eggs were placed on the first level. transporting them wasn’t hard; basket by basket, Eric moved all the eggs to the kitchen-cum-living room.
To make salted duck eggs, naturally, large ceramic jars were indispensable. Eric looked at the quantity of eggs and silently moved up a dozen empty ceramic jars.
Fortunately, he had great strength now. Items in the beastman world were big and heavy; if he were a human, he would be exhausted.
Eric skillfully controlled his magic power; dozens of water balls like steamed buns fell into the ceramic jars, filling them in no time.
Using water was very convenient now; he could conjure a faucet to let it flow into the jars or drop water balls directly.
He was very proficient in such magic and was recently researching combining different magics. For example, the water balls released could be directly warm water, or combining Water and Wind elements for laundry so he wouldn’t have to use them separately...
Reading about it in novels seemed easy, but Eric only realized how difficult it was when he tried it himself. Every time he tried to combine Water and Fire elements, the magic would fizzle out.
It seemed these two elements had completely opposite temperaments. In his previous life, people described two incompatible people as "like water and fire," and it seemed Water and Fire magic were exactly the same.
Water and Wind were easier compared to Water and Fire.
Evan said that among high-level Water magic, there was a Water Dragon Spell that could rotate, but his current level was too low, needing Wind magic support to make the water flow rotate for washing clothes.
If his level were higher and he could wield Water naturally, he wouldn’t need the Wind element at all. The Water element itself was powerful; even the name Water Dragon Spell sounded majestic.
Though said like that, Evan still strongly supported him practicing fusion magic. Multi-element mages were rare, and those who researched fusion magic were even fewer.
Among the Grand Magisters, there was only one dual-element mage. Mages with affinity for multiple elements were rare, and cultivation was even harder.
It was said he could cast Wind-Fire fusion magic, the wind aiding the fire’s intensity, with terrifying power.
Eric felt envious just hearing about it. If he could cast fusion magic, it would be very impressive since he knew more than just two types of magic.
Fusion magic required strong spiritual power and magic power to blend elements, which Eric couldn’t achieve yet. He could only cast them separately, but even so, the mutually supportive spells were very useful.
For instance, right now, Eric needed to wash eggs but found the water too cold, so he added a fire pile under the ceramic jar. In no time, the water became warm. He extinguished the fire, and the temperature was just right for washing eggs.
"Young Eric, not eating in the cafeteria again today?"
Kevin’s resonant voice echoed in; the person hadn’t appeared yet, but the voice arrived first.
The main door was pushed open. Max walked in first with an expressionless face that hid underlying disdain, followed by Michael, Kevin, and Grass.
"Seeing that blackboard is annoying; I’d rather eat at home," Eric replied glumly.
Michael laughed: "You have to learn two types of scripts; you’re definitely more tired than us."
"Wasn’t it he who suggested learning to write? Sigh, seeing paper and pen these days makes my head hurt; fighting high-level magical beasts isn’t this uncomfortable," Kevin complained from behind.
Grass silently smacked him on the back of the head: "Young Eric surely has his reasons for doing this. Didn’t you say when you returned from the Red Grass tribe that the Ox-Head tribe all know human writing?"
Michael stood by with arms crossed, mocking mercilessly:
"A fool like you only gets a few points every time you do homework. I see Evan’s face turns black every time he checks your work."
Kevin started to complain: "What can I do? Why are you guys better than me? It’s so unfair. And regarding Evan, doesn’t his face turn black when he sees Sam’s work too!"
There were indeed a few people who were the bane of teachers Evan, Joseph, and Luban, Eric thought to himself.
Initially, many Dwarves wanted to be teachers, teaching beastmen to read. Being called "Teacher" by a group of tall beastmen was such a rare opportunity.
Until the classes officially started, no Dwarf envied this job anymore; instead, they began to sympathize with Luban’s group. After all, the feeling of teaching a bunch of slow-witted students was truly exhausting; Joseph was so angry every day his beard curled up.
Eric laughed unkindly a few times. Meeting Kevin’s aggrieved expression, he covered his mouth: "I’m not laughing at you, just thinking of something funny..."
Like the classic teacher phrases about "teaching being like pouring water on a duck’s back."
"You guys only know how to laugh at me. Some people in the Horned Goat tribe are even worse than me. I went to the cafeteria just now and saw A Khac teaching A Sat; none of you care about me," Kevin said angrily.
Grass glared at him directly, then entered the house, conveniently rubbing Eric’s head.
"You’re so stupid; do a few more worksheets with Sam," Michael said, also slipping into the house and patting Eric’s head in passing.
Max frowned, reached out to pull Eric into his arms, helped him tidy his hair, and walked into the house shoulder-to-shoulder, completely treating Kevin as air.
"Every single one of you, no conscience at all," Kevin followed with a miserable face, muttering.
Speak loudly and you get beaten.