CHAPTER 171: SUCCESS

The only pity was that Eric didn’t know any incantations, and he couldn’t wait for Evan to come back to ask.

It was said that incantations could help mages communicate better with the elements.

He thought of the idea that flashed in his mind last night, so he held out his palm, stared at it, and concentrated, repeating the image of a water ball in his head.

[Water ball, water ball...] Eric stared at his palm, his heart pounding. He didn’t know if it would succeed, or if his guess about his elemental affinity last night was correct.

Suddenly, his palm began to feel cool. Right under his gaze, ripples suddenly appeared from thin air, gradually converging into a small stream of water, swirling and condensing into a clear water ball, the size of an apple.

"It worked! I did it!"

Eric was so happy he jumped off the bed. The water ball in his hand shattered because of his movement, and the water splashed all over him.

Leo was startled by his action, shooting straight up from his sleep, asking groggily: "Brother, what’s wrong?"

He didn’t expect the water ball to be so "fragile." Eric quickly jumped off the bed to find a rag, busily wiping the water from his animal hide. While wiping, he replied to the sleepy Leo:

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing, you can sleep a little longer."

Only then did Leo lie back down, closing his still-drowsy eyes.

Although he had caused another funny mishap, Eric’s heart was still overflowing with joy. This was magic! What bookworm didn’t dream of mastering magic!

But the animal hide on him was soaked. If he went out like this, it would definitely freeze into a block of ice. Eric had to take off the hide shirt, spreading it flat on the hottest part of the earthen bed to dry.

The hemp clothes that the original owner’s mother had left for him were now a bit tight.

Since crossing over, Eric had often nourished himself, and Max’s group always saved a portion of any good prey they hunted for him, so he had grown quite a bit taller lately.

Moreover, he was used to wearing the soft, comfortable clothes of modern times; even the cheapest ones were much more comfortable than the rough hemp cloth here.

Eric suddenly thought of the wool sweater and pants that Grass had knitted for him. Since he hadn’t tried them on, he took them out right away. He also carefully placed Leo’s set under his blanket, so when the little imp woke up, his clothes would be warm and comfortable.

Eric happily put on the new outfit. It had to be said, although the style was designed by Grass and the others, it didn’t look bad at all. Moreover, the wool she used was all top-grade wool from magical beasts; it was both soft and warm.

It was just a little big. Perhaps Grass had taken into account that Eric would grow taller when she made it, so she deliberately made it one size larger. To be able to make it fit so well without measuring, Eric was very satisfied.

The only shortcoming was probably that the dyeing techniques here were not developed. The fur colors of magical beasts were certainly not uniform. Although Grass and the others had tried their best to choose similar colors when spinning the yarn, the effect still couldn’t be as vibrant and eye-catching as in modern times.

However, for Eric, the original solid color was also very beautiful. For example, the gray-white set he was wearing looked very elegant. It was just that for some beauty-loving Snow Wolves, it might be a bit monotonous.

Eric recalled that in modern times, there were many dyes extracted from minerals. When he had time, he would ask the Dwarves to research it.

[Oh dear.] Eric criticized himself: [it seems that since the Dwarves arrived, I’ve just been finding work for them. The gunpowder hadn’t even been fully researched, and now dyes were on the schedule.]

Had he been infected by the bad habits of those old capitalist bosses?

Why did he like to exploit the labor of his tribe members so much now...

The sweater was fine, but Grass had knitted the wool pants quite snugly for ease of movement. Going out wearing only such tight pants looked a bit... odd.

He glanced at the soaking wet animal hide shirt on the bed, then thought of the shape of a flame. Having had the successful experience of condensing a water ball, he held his breath and concentrated.

With a "poof," a small flower of fire appeared from thin air, as if an invisible lighter had just been flicked. Eric intended to use it to dry the clothes. The fist-sized flame floated next to the animal hide, needing no support, just hovering there.

Although this magic was created by himself, Eric still felt it was incredibly miraculous. He walked over, looked at the orange flame that was radiating warmth, and then quickly poked his hand into it. There was no hot sensation.

[Is it because my speed was too fast, or does this flame not have a temperature?] Eric was curious and slowly touched his finger to the flame again.

Unexpectedly, even at such a slow speed, he was not burned at all. He only felt a pleasant warmth, not a complete lack of sensation.

But the flame hovering next to the animal hide was different. Although Eric only felt it was warm, the moisture on the animal hide quickly evaporated under its heat.

While he was engrossed in studying the flame, the fur on the non-wet part of the hide shirt had been curled up by the heat, turning yellowish-brown and starting to give off a burnt smell.

Only then did Eric realize that the fire summoned by a mage would not burn the mage himself. He quickly directed the flame to fly a little further away.

"So obedient!" Eric looked happily as the flame obediently moved further away.

Leo was still fast asleep, so Eric tried to contain his excitement so as not to disturb him. He thought about letting the flame, having completed its task, dissipate, and sure enough, the flame obediently disappeared.

He put on the dried hide shirt and went out. In the outer room, Eric didn’t forget to add more coal to the earthen bed’s stove. He thought for a moment, then "added" another flame to it.

Fumbling the first time, familiar the second. This time, the speed of condensing the fire was clearly much faster. As soon as he imagined placing a flame in the stove, with a "poof," a flame appeared inside.

He thought, if he didn’t actively extinguish it, he wondered how long this flame would last. If it could burn for a long time, wouldn’t his house save a lot of coal in the future?

The stove wouldn’t need to be cleaned as often either. Magic was so useful, and environmentally friendly too.

He wondered how the farm tools were coming along with the Dwarves. Eric decided to go and check on the situation. If they were all done, then they needed to prepare to leave for the Red Grass tribe.

Thomas and the other warriors there were probably waiting so long they were growing mushrooms.

Half a month ago, at the Red Grass tribe.

"Alright, we have to set off. Thomas, are you all planning to stay here and wait for the Dwarves?"

Tribal Chief Karin had transformed back into his Snow Wolf form, his large mouth opening and closing.

Thomas and the others were seeing them off at the edge of the tribe.

He said with a laugh: "That’s right. The Du tribe has come to live with us this year, so there’s no need to trouble the Ox-Head tribe to get farm tools. Our warriors will lead the Dwarves and the goods over together, and after the trade is done, we’ll all return together."

Tribal Chief Karin stared at him with the large, dark eyes of a wolf.

Within those eyes, complex emotions were swirling.