Eric jumped up in excitement, intending to rush out to find Balu.
The next second, he stopped. Right now, there weren’t that many Big-Mouth Flowers. Going into the forest to pull them up one by one and planting them in his fields wouldn’t be enough; there were hundreds of thousands of acres of fields.
Thinking for a while, Eric could only sigh, silently squatting in the corner of the wall, casting magic to promote the growth of those Big-Mouth Flowers.
Big-Mouth Flowers bloomed, Big-Mouth Flowers withered; repeating this, a pile of seeds quickly scattered on the ground.
Due to the Big-Mouth Flowers constantly blooming and withering, withering and blooming, Eric’s small courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers, strong enough to be choking.
The scent also attracted a lot of small insects flying over, and quite a few insects crawled out of the ground, heading straight for the flowers.
Being quickly promoted by Eric, the Big-Mouth Flowers didn’t forget to eat more. The excess nutrition helped them produce more seeds than the previous batch.
In the air of the courtyard gathered a cloud of flying insects like gray smoke; the insects on the ground were also hundreds of times more numerous.
It seemed that after this, there would probably be no insects in the tribe for a while. Eric shuddered silently.
He hated insects the most, whether many-legged or legless, squishy or hard-shelled; he hated them all the same.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the big mouth of the Big-Mouth Flower wasn’t so ugly anymore. Thinking of its use, the more he looked, the more pleasing it seemed to the eye.
Knock knock knock, suddenly a rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the gate.
This was rare; tribesmen not climbing over the wall was polite enough, but no one had ever knocked on the door.
Eric temporarily stopped the magic and stood up to open the door.
"Henry? It turned out to be you."
Standing outside the door was an extraordinarily handsome young man. He wore a black stand-collar robe, looking high-born and noble at first glance.
Eric stepped aside in surprise, letting the other party enter.
He really hadn’t expected it to be Henry. After all, this human noble was very wary of beastmen. The dessert Eric brought over a few days ago, the other party had given entirely to the children in the tribe.
It was only after Leo came home and casually mentioned it to Eric that he knew about this. The children still naively thought Henry was a good person.
From that, one could see Henry’s depth. He didn’t throw it away but shared it with the children.
If there was no problem with the food, he won people’s hearts; if there was a problem with the food, feeding it to the children was also a warning.
Eric only brought him sweets because they were "neighbors," and he didn’t look for trouble afterward.
He understood Henry’s vigilance, but understanding was one thing; disliking such scheming people was another.
Initially, because Henry somewhat resembled Evan, he had a slight feeling of closeness to him, which had now disappeared.
He didn’t know what this person suddenly came for.
Henry maintained that polite elegance, a proper smile hanging on his face:
"Sorry to disturb you, Patriarch. I just saw that a lot of insects gathered at your place. This scene is very similar to alchemists refining insect-luring potions, but the scale is much larger. There was also a strange smell, so I worried about your safety and came to check."
Eric slapped his forehead again; he was only concerned with promoting growth to get Big-Mouth Flower seeds and forgot he had a neighbor.
So many insects gathering at his place, flying in the sky and crawling on the ground - disturbing the other party was normal.
Calling them neighbors, actually, his courtyard and Henry’s were hundreds of meters apart.
After all, Eric was the patriarch; he couldn’t let a human truly be a neighbor separated by just a wall.
Moreover, the beastmen were very understanding; that space in between was left to build a house for Thomas. They couldn’t let the former patriarch live too far from his mate.
In other words, once the beastmen started building the house, although Henry’s courtyard was in a central position (for monitoring movements), he would no longer be Eric’s neighbor.
"Sorry, I disturbed you." Eric pointed to the Big-Mouth Flowers in the courtyard: "It’s because they emit too strong a scent, so they attracted a lot of insects."
Henry nodded, turning his head to look at the Big-Mouth Flowers in the corner where the new batch was in full bloom.
Mouths also opened wide, refusing no food that delivered itself; whatever type of insect, they swallowed them all, making one worry about indigestion.
Especially in the area near the house, where Eric mainly squatted to cast magic, a thick layer of black seeds was scattered on the ground - seeds of the Big-Mouth Flower.
He looked thoughtfully for a while, then turned his head to look at Eric:
"To be honest, I am also a mage. Just now in the courtyard, I felt the fluctuation of mana; it must be the Patriarch casting magic here."
"You are a mage?" Eric said in surprise.
He really couldn’t tell. Among the mages he had met, they usually wore various magic robes and pinned rank badges issued by the Mage Association on their chests, but Henry wore neither.
Henry nodded, not hiding it. From the silver belt at his waist, he took out a badge with intricate patterns, sparkling with a magical light under the sun.
"I am a high-level mage."
Spatial prop...
Eric couldn’t help his curiosity, glancing at Henry’s silver belt a few times.
At a glance, this belt only looked beautiful and luxurious; observing carefully revealed mysterious magic patterns on it. When Henry took out the badge, a wonderful fluctuation could be felt.
Compared to Evan’s simple silver ring, this belt was a bit too flamboyant.
Just why was everything silver? Could it be some kind of silver-colored material?
Eric suppressed his curiosity, his gaze shifting to the badge. It was somewhat like the badge of that annoying Wind mage Phai, only the pattern in the middle wasn’t a tornado shape but looked like a door. What element was this...
He felt awkward asking: "So you are also a high-level mage? Didn’t they say human mages are very rare? High-level ones are even fewer; how come the few I’ve met are all high-level mages? truly lucky."
Henry’s slender fingers held the badge. Hearing this, he smiled elegantly, put the badge away after showing Eric.
"Those who can come to the Fantasy Continent cannot survive without strength."
Then how do Corbin and Hugh survive?
Eric remembered little Hugh and chuckled inwardly, but having money was also a type of strength.
"No wonder you came here alone without worrying about danger."
"Magic isn’t very effective against beastmen. Beastmen are exiles from the land of the gods, and also those exempted in another sense. I dare not be arrogant; the title of high-level mage can only ensure my own safety." Henry looked into Eric’s misty eyes and spoke with deep meaning.
What the hell...
A momentary distortion appeared on Eric’s face.
Why did this person speak like Shakespeare, deliberately choosing difficult words? Wasn’t it just that beastmen had magic resistance!
But he also heard the implied meaning in Henry’s words.
Since Henry felt the fluctuation of magic, and there was no one else around to blame, plus Henry didn’t know how long he would stay here - in short, the slip-up would be revealed sooner or later.