Chapter 82: Rosa’s First Day

Rosa woke up on a wooden floor that smelled like pine resin and something floral she couldn’t name.

It took her a full five seconds to remember where she was.

Its a freaking Elf House…

The ceiling was made of actual wood planks held together by thick beams with some kind of dried vine woven between them. And sunlight came through a window covered by a thin stretched cloth instead of glass. But the actual walls were made of rocks unlike many other wooden houses.

This one was a premium house for some reason.

Actually my fu*king fiancee told me she was the daughter of an important person. Maybe that’s why her house is different.

She pushed herself up from the pile of blankets that bitch had left for her on the living room.

Her back was killing her and her neck had a stiffness you only get from sleeping on solid wood. She hated this floor bed so much that she couldn’t even stop bitching about it for hours!

She walked to the window and pulled the dirty cloth aside.

The village was already awake with elves moving between houses carrying tools, planks and baskets. But what caught Rosa’s attention was a group of animals crossing the road at the back of a rancher man. She didn’t know his name and actually didn’t even care.

The important part was the animals looked like sheep but rounder and softer with wool that had a faint blue tint to it like someone had washed a normal lamb with fabric softener meant for expensive blankets.

They looked like little fake animal clothing that had actual kids inside. But they were real and that two types arund the village. One type was yaksha, cow type similar to bigger ones, and the current ones were Lamball.

One of them stopped and looked up at her window.

“Hey,” Rosa said.

The animal blinked once, made a high-pitched squeak and sprinted away so fast the rest of the group scattered with it. In three seconds the garden road was empty like they’d never been there.

Even the sheep don’t want to hang out with me.

Rosa stood at the window and stared at the empty garden for a long moment. She had nobody to talk to right now. And she understood nothing since the elves sounded like someone singing and arguing at the same time.

She didn’t know the language yet.

..

Eren had been awake since before sunrise and had to leave the house to deal with defensive work everyone was putting together for two days he wasn’t around.

It all looked good so far and he was just testing or carrying extra planks and chopping some extra if they need them.

All three sides of the village was almost fully covered with a wooden wall and that was the best they could achieve.

He dragged the supply bags from the house to the village center and started unpacking everything on a flat stone table near the well after showing everything to Emily for approvel. The shopping trip from Earth felt like it happened a month ago even though it was just yesterday.

It was always the same. The moment he came here, his senses and focus was always here. He would slowly forget about the other side even losing important care for his close ones.

He didn’t know the exact reason but guessed it could be related to his new bloodline. That “Adaptive Being” effect looked weird.

He slowly made a small platform to showcase all the things he bought from markets. And the elves gathered fast. Some came because they were curious about the new items and others came because Thadric or Oldir’s group told them to.

Salt was the first thing Eren pulled out. It was fifty kilos of it in hard plastic bag that the elves kept poking with their fingers because they’d never seen sentetic plastic before.

“This is salt?” Thadric picked up a little and tasted it after held it like it on his palm a little bit.

Another Elf Eren didn’t meet yet opened the seal carefully and tasted a pinch with the tip of his tongue. He immediately looked at Eren like he’d just handed him a winning lottery ticket.

“This much salt would cost a fortune in the past. There are no mines anymore, this is…” He couldn’t find the words and just kept staring at the bag.

“It’s cheap where I come from. Like dirt cheap.”

Thadric quickly grabbed a piece of dried yaksha meat from his belt pouch and rubbed salt into it with the kind of intensity a chef puts into a final dish.

“If we can salt a lot of meat properly before winter, we won’t have to worry about food issues. This changes everything Eren.”

The medicines went to Kelion. Eren handed over the antiseptic bottles and bandages and watched the healer examine them with careful hands. Kelion opened the cap, sniffed it and poured a tiny amount onto a rag. He pressed it against his arm to see if it was harmful but Eren didn’t know why he did this.

“It doesn’t burn like ours.”

“Yeah I don’t know what was suppose to happen but I saw doctors use these on a lot of wounds and they are working. Clean, effective and powerful medicinal things for both inner and outside problems.” He wasn’t too sure about what he was saying but tried to look convincing.

Kelion didn’t look impressed yet. He had decades of herbal practice behind him and some liquid from another universe wasn’t going to make him abandon his garden.

But that completely changed when he tested the antiseptic on a villager’s infected cut that had been resisting his poultices for three days and the redness and pain inside the wound started vanishing within minutes instead of hours!

Kelion didn’t say anything while smoking one of a new type of thing Oldir made.

He just looked at the bottles and gadgets then thought about his garden full of healing herbs that suddenly felt a little less important.

“The herbs still matter.” Eren said because he could read the man’s expression. “You can’t grow antiseptic in a garden but you can grow everything else.”

Kelion nodded but his eyes stayed on the antiseptic bottle.

Knives went to Thadric and the hunting party while blankets went to the elderly. The flashlights went to the night patrol areas and Mel’s group of rookie guards who quickly tested them by shining the beams directly into each other’s eyes like children.

Every item Eren handed out changed the way the elves looked at him and he could feel it happening in real time. One month ago he was the weird human who fell out of a bedroom door and charmed their hunter girl.

Now he was the guy who brought fire-making tools and wound medicine and enough salt to preserve a whole winter’s worth of meat.

It feels pretty damn good actually.

Rosa watched all of this from the edge of the village center sitting on a low stone wall after getting bored in the house and escaped from Emily’s weird look.

She couldn’t understand a single word anyone was saying.

She tried reading facial expressions and body language but even those worked differently here. When elves were excited they got quieter instead of louder and when they were grateful their faces went almost blank which looked like anger to her.

She had her phone out taking notes like a researcher stuck in a country where nobody spoke her language which was exactly what she was.

Emily appeared next to her without making a sound. One second the space was empty and the next a pregnant elf woman was standing there holding a wooden bowl of stew. Emily set the bowl on the stone wall next to Rosa without a word, just placing it down and walking away.

She is creepy as hell..

Rosa stared at the bowl that was warm and smelled like the same good stew from yesterday at the restaurant.

She didn’t know what this meant.

Was it a peace offering or just practical because she was clearly hungry? Maybe it was Emily showing off who was boss by being the one who provides. All three options were equally possible with this woman.

Rosa picked up the wooden spoon and ate it anyway. It was really good and she hated that.

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