"Even so, the leadership of the Lord Patriarch cannot be ignored." This statement wasn’t entirely flattery.
The difference of the Hadu tribe compared to other beastman tribes, in Henry’s eyes, was indeed the merit of this patriarch.
This point had also sparked his interest in the patriarch who was still a cub.
To stand out among the ignorant, arrogant, and savage beastmen, leading his clansmen to live an orderly life; whether it was the coexistence of many races, the solidly built and clean houses, or the farming that no beastmen other than the Ox-Head tribe attempted, all represented the strong development trend of the Hadu tribe.
The beastmen and Dwarves living here were also different from beastmen elsewhere. They looked happier and freer.
Children of different tribes played together, frequently passing by his courtyard gate, curiously peeking inside. One look was enough to tell they were children raised in a tribe that didn’t suffer from hunger.
Originally intending only a temporary stay, Henry initially had no interest in learning about this tribe. However, life here was far different from his imagination.
The heart that was originally submerged in anger and hatred also temporarily escaped from negative emotions. Uncontrollable curiosity, like a sprout rising from the earth, existed in a way that could not be ignored.
"Thank you for your compliment, but I dare not accept the credit. The Hadu tribe can develop because my clansmen trust me very much, and they are also very hardworking. When we were clearing the wasteland, the number of clansmen wasn’t as large as it is now." Eric grinned, speaking proudly.
"The strength of beastmen has indeed been powerful since ancient times."
Henry’s gaze seemed to pierce through the courtyard wall, seeing the fields in the distance:
"And you are like the reins of a steed, holding this power firmly in your hands. On this point, I should learn from you."
Eric really couldn’t stand this flowery way of speaking, being polite endlessly. He forced a smile:
"Thank you, thank you, I have to go plant flowers, do you want to come along?"
He just casually made a polite offer, unexpectedly Henry did not refuse and directly nodded in agreement:
"Alright, the subtlety in your magic is something one never gets tired of watching."
A stifle of breath stuck in his chest that couldn’t be voiced, Eric grumpily took out a broom, swept the pile of seeds into one place, then used a winnowing basket to put them into a cloth bag.
Henry frowned slightly, thought for a long time before bending down, helping to put the remaining seeds into the bag together. Once done, he immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
Eric ignored his small action, happily carrying a full bag of seeds towards the fields.
Don’t look down on just one cloth bag; people who buy flower seeds know that just a small handful can contain several hundred seeds.
In his previous life, Eric suddenly had the urge to plant flowers. He bought three hundred flower seeds online, but when they arrived, there was only a tiny bag.
He didn’t believe it, thinking he met an unscrupulous seller. Using all the patience of his life, he sat there counting them one by one, finally discovering that he had met an honest seller...
The seeds of the Wide-Mouthed Flower were about the size of sunflower seeds. Just this one large bag was enough to plant flowers all over the tribe’s field ridges.
Eric originally thought about the fact that Wide-Mouthed Flowers would eat insects. He didn’t expect them to eat so much, and had intended to plant some interspersed between the crop rows.
Later, when casting magic, he discovered this flower ate so much that planting them on the ridges reserved in each acre of land was enough.
However, the Wide-Mouthed Flower could only eat insects to replenish energy after blooming. Before blooming, it was like a normal plant, needing to absorb nutrients from the soil, and its growth speed was relatively slow.
Wanting to rely on it to kill pests for the fields, Eric could only force each flower to bloom until it was fully open. Otherwise, if the pests weren’t killed, the crops in the field would instead have another strong competitor fighting for nutrients.
The field at the farthest edge was a few kilometers away from the tribe. He was worried Henry couldn’t keep up with his speed, but unexpectedly, although the man looked leisurely, his feet took strange steps. A few steps covered a long distance; it could be called an other-worldly version of the Wave-Treading Steps. Indeed, he had good skills.
Wasn’t it said that mages had weak bodies, and except for the Wind element which had fast movement speed, other mages were all weak chickens? Eric didn’t understand, but Henry not being a hindrance was naturally best. He didn’t want to wait all day for Henry; it was too much of a waste of time.
Carrying the other party wasn’t an option either; after all, Henry was the patron who had provided so many cotton seeds. Moreover, with Eric’s height carrying Henry, he would probably have to drag him...
Standing by the vast field ridges, Eric’s ambition immediately shrank quite a bit. Oh my god, so much land, who knows what year and month he would finish planting.
Sighing, he resignedly bent down, first extending a finger to poke a hole in the soft soil, then throwing a seed in, and finally casting natural magic. A series of movements flowing like water.
Henry also didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to follow here. In fact, by the time he reacted, the words of agreement had already blurted out.
His gaze shifted from the beastmen in the far distance, who appeared only as small black dots, falling onto Eric who was bending over, his cheeks flushed red by the sun.
Except for the Golden Kingdom, other beastmen were divided into small tribes. The patriarch of each tribe managed things themselves, unlike the arrogant nobles, ministers, and royalty of human nations.
But compared to this cub patriarch in front of him who did everything personally and didn’t rest for a moment, it was still different.
Henry didn’t understand. He watched for a while, and his feet followed Eric’s movements, shifting forward. The dark brown soil immediately dirtied his brown deerskin boots.
Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he spoke softly: "As a patriarch, why do you have to do so much work? These things should be completed by your clansmen, shouldn’t they?"