Green Monster Epic

When faced with a choice between a magical beast guardian with immense potential for growth, at least a Legend-rank, and a tribal mastermind with the potential to ascend to demigod status, the vast majority of people would have no doubt about their decision. And when Allen made his choice, it was the same, except his choice was the exact opposite of what most people would choose.

When Allen the Grolak discovered the snake egg in the underground nest and identified its attributes, a bold, even whimsical idea had already begun to brew in his mind.

Since this idea arose, the several feasible plans that had previously taken countless time and resources to acquire were no longer so appealing to Allen. After Allen checked Albad's condition and constantly discussed and improved the new idea with the divine consciousness in his mind, Allen made a decisive decision after the tribal resources were gathered.

Although the various magical examples of prolonging life and enhancing strength left behind in the past historical river have been verified, the details of how they originally configured the recipes and formulated the plans are no longer known. Too many uncontrollable factors exist, so even if Allen can find relevant professionals to replicate the magical methods recorded based on existing data, he doesn't even have a 1/10 chance of success in his heart.

Allen the Grolak rose from humble beginnings, led his tribe to grow and expand, tempered his unique combat skills in the experience of his predecessors and his own practical battles, and researched magical cooking, such a magical skill, so he has never been one to follow the rules.

Since he can't get what he wants from the existing methods, and now he has an ingredient that fits the current problem, then when Allen makes a choice between a strange beast guardian with great potential for growth in the future and a tribal talent who owes him a lot and has worked hard for the tribe, Allen's thoughts have already been clear.

Relying on the snake egg in his hand, plus his Food God Domain and superb magical cooking skills, compared to the small chance of success in asking outsiders to help solve the problem, Allen himself personally tailoring a magical dish for Albad makes the Grolak feel more at ease, and the probability of success seems to be greater.

Although Albad has already eaten several master-level magical dishes, which means that dishes below the master level have little effect on his current situation.

Since the effect of master-level dishes is not good, then why not create a higher-level grandmaster-level dish, or even a saint-level dish?

Alchemy, forging, and other professions already have things and recipes corresponding to the above ranks, so Allen believes that the magical cuisine profession he created also has dishes with such powerful effects, and at the same time, he will definitely be able to cook such high-level dishes.

The fact is indeed the case. Looking at the Kobold junior in front of him who is now exuding vitality and no longer has the old and withered form, Allen feels that this adventure and effort is really worth it, even exceeding his expectations.

"Chieftain, thank you!!"

Thousands of words finally merged into four words, spoken from Albad's mouth, who was gradually regaining his sanity and familiarizing himself with his strange body.

"You should put your clothes on quickly, so many eyes are watching!!"

Allen smiled lightly, his teasing eyes scanning the still-naked, lean body up and down.

"... Uh."

Albad's old face turned red, and one small hand quickly waved in front of him, and a burst of blazing white electric light burst out on the surface of his body. At the same time, his other hand beckoned to his clothes that were blown away by Allen on the distant ground, and the mage's hand instantly cast them back.

After hurriedly tidying everything up, Albad, whose small face turned delicate green, awkwardly opened his mouth again: "I..."

"Don't have too much burden, everything I do for you is a reward for you, you have worked hard these years."

Allen waved his hand, interrupting what Albad wanted to say.

"But..."

As a mage, although Albad doesn't know how Allen managed to restore his youth and greatly improve his strength at the same time, he understands a truth that a mage always follows—the principle of equivalent exchange.

This is not only an equivalent exchange in the social sense, but also an equivalent exchange in the physical sense. At this time, Albad, who roughly estimates that his strength has reached the peak of the legendary high rank, only one step away from the demigod, is very clear that his strength has been stuck in the middle rank of the legend when he sealed himself, and because of various methods to extend his lifespan, his physical potential and foundation have long been exhausted and destroyed, and it is impossible to go further.

Now that he wakes up, the miracle that he thought was impossible has been shown in his body. Albad really can't imagine how much Allen has paid to exchange for his safe promotion and potential recovery.

Could it be that he sacrificed a Saint-level existence?

"But what?? I can remind you that this is not only a reward for you, but also an advance payment for the rest of your life's remuneration."

Allen glared his eyes, his tone became serious: "From now on until you die completely, you will never be able to retire and enjoy leisure!!"

"Do you accept it?"

"I, Albad Greenleaf, swear in the name of the Food God: I will devote my life to the Greenleaf tribe and die only after exhausting my efforts!!"

Albad raised his head and chest, clenched his right fist and placed it on the position of his heart on his left chest, responding to Allen's gaze frankly and sincerely.

"Look, in this way, you are the one who suffers!!"

Allen laughed heartily: "With your current potential and talent, there is absolutely no problem with demigod, which means you have to continue to work for the Greenleaf tribe for more than a thousand years."

"That is also my honor!!"

"Okay, your most important task now is not to chat with me, but to quickly find a place to familiarize yourself with your physical changes and consolidate your current strength and state!!"

Allen's comforting and expectant words to Albad were all in this short conversation. The rest should be pondered by Albad himself, and Allen didn't intend to let him continue to do meaningless things, so he directly sent him away.

"Understood, then I will go down first."

Albad was also very sensible, nodded, turned and flew towards the mage tower in Green Lake City.

After Albad's figure disappeared in the square, Allen turned his head again and looked at the pair of fanatical eyes beside him, and asked with some expectation: "This time's observation, what have you all gained?"

"The gain is great, but there are more questions. I don't know if the chieftain can take some time to help us answer them?"

The lucky ones of the magic chefs selected in the field have not been able to calm down until now. Even if their bodies are not as strong as Allen's, they have stayed in the square for more than two months without rest. At this time, everyone can maintain a standing posture by holding on, but the excited spirit makes them unwilling to miss this precious opportunity.

"I know you are very excited now, but your thoughts are also very chaotic. Go back and rest for three days to sort out the gains from this time. Three days later, come to the conference room of the mountaintop castle. I want to see your achievements from this observation, and at the same time, I will personally answer your doubts and tell you my design direction for this cooking."

Allen did not reveal what everyone was most eager for at this time as everyone wished, but instructed with a kind expression.

These twenty or so magic chef elites are all treasures of the tribe. Each of them is a master-level magic chef who has successfully cooked a master-level magic dish. Although the refinement of the magic chef's classification system makes them unable to be as proficient in everything as Allen, but only specialize in a certain direction of cooking skills, the effect of the master-level dishes they cook in this category is still sought after by the wilderness and even the four major civilizations, and they have created a lot of wealth for the tribe in these years.

The emotions of excitement and disappointment appeared on the faces of the magic chefs in the field at the same time, but they also listened to Chieftain Allen's words very much, and each of them left the square reluctantly.

Watching the relevant personnel leave the field, Allen's relaxed face quickly became serious. He stomped his right leg lightly on the ground and his body quickly rose into the air, flying directly towards his own castle in the city.

Not only do the observing magic chefs need to sort out their chaotic thoughts, but Allen himself also needs some time to digest the experience gained from his breakthrough magic cooking this time.

The most whimsical thing about his magic cooking is not only that he directly created a class of creatures with unique consciousness by means of cooking, but also that Allen directly used Albad's body as an ingredient to change his essence with the skill of magic cooking.

No matter which point, it is a major breakthrough in the most innovative and imaginative magic cooking, and it also means that magic cooking has truly become an excellent profession comparable to forging, alchemy, and other professions since then.

What Allen has to do next is to discuss the contents of this cooking from conception to planning the recipe, and then to the specific skills used with the twenty or so magic chef professionals who observed his cooking, summarize the rules, so that future excellent magic chef professionals can learn from it. Experience to complete their same breakthrough.

It seems that I will be busy next!!

Returning to the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar mountaintop castle, Allen, who was in a happy mood, planned what to do next and couldn't help but start to worry again.