Green Monster Epic

After their conversation, Kouer, wearing a tearful face, slowly walked out of the mountaintop castle with Albad's careful comforting, then turned and flew northeast, obviously to bid farewell to her partner.

Albad shook his head slightly, then headed towards the Food God Church, as he had to quickly implement Chief Allen's ideas and outline a path for his own future.

The more Albad understood his physical condition, the more he was filled with fantasies about the future. He had never dared to dream of the pinnacle of demigods, but now, upon waking up, he had already reached the mountainside, only a step away from the summit.

Whether for his own pursuits, to continue exploring the mysteries of magic, or to repay the chief's kindness and share the burden of tribal affairs, leading the tribe towards a better tomorrow, Albad believed that breaking through the demigod level was a necessary choice.

Suddenly, a powerful aura appeared in the vast city, soaring into the sky and rapidly flying towards the mountaintop. Albad's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the enormous figure, then he retracted his gaze, because he found the owner of the aura to be too familiar—Figglas, the ancient red dragon who had already made the Northern Lands his domain.

"You damned gnoll! I treated you as my closest confidant, but you secretly hid this from me!"!

Upon landing, the dragon transformed into a gnoll. Not a single goblin guard dared to stop him from rushing into the castle gate, roaring at Allen, the gnoll chief, who had already sensed his aura.

"Look at me now! After more than a dozen years of recuperation, I haven't even grown back my scales. Tell me, who caused me to be in such a state?"

Allen strongly suspected that this dragon had planted spies in his tribe, otherwise, why would this dragon know the news so soon after he had just emerged from seclusion?

"Then why aren't you continuing to sleep in your lair, instead of running around everywhere?"

Having been with the dragon for a long time, Allen had also gained some experience. He absolutely couldn't give this greedy, thick-skinned fellow too much leeway, otherwise, he would climb all over him, and in the end, he would be the one in trouble.

Of course, this was also because the friendship between the two strong men was deep enough that they wouldn't take these jokes seriously.

"Sleep my ass! You made such a big commotion before that you woke me up on the mountain. By the time I got the news and rushed over, you had disappeared, making me run for nothing. And when I wanted to sleep again, my head was full of the taste of those delicacies!!!"

He plopped down on the chair opposite Allen, crossed his legs without any decorum, and Figglas's face was full of displeasure.

"I've been staying in Green Lake City for the past few years just to catch you, and today I finally sensed your aura!!"

"Quickly compensate me for the mental trauma I suffered from being betrayed!!!"

Allen looked at this dragon acting shamelessly in front of him speechlessly, and for a moment, he really couldn't find a good way to refute him, so he could only respond to the other party with ignorance.

Under the pretext of flipping through various materials on the desk, Allen simply ignored the dragon until the other party became a little anxious: "You should say something!! Don't forget, you still owe me five magic dishes for helping you out as a fighter before!!"

"I don't want those five master-level dishes anymore, just cook me a grandmaster-level dish, and you won't be at a disadvantage in this deal!!"

"… …"

Allen just pretended not to hear.

"Hey, say something!! Don't play dumb here!!"

"… …"

After an invisible confrontation, Allen ultimately failed to escape the fate of cooking a grandmaster-level dish for the dragon Figglas, but he also squeezed out all kinds of precious materials from the dragon's collection and cleared the previous debt.

In the end, if you really wanted to calculate it carefully, it was hard to say who made a profit and who suffered!

… …

And ever since the dragon rashly ran to the mountaintop castle to meet Allen, Allen's days had not been peaceful. The powerful figures of the major churches who had set up cathedrals in Green Lake City came to visit one after another, and their words implied that Allen's promise to everyone should be fulfilled.

Three months later, the three pillars who were gathering materials in their respective tribes also received the news of Allen's exit from seclusion and came north to meet Allen in person. For a time, Green Lake City once again welcomed the gathering of countless wilderness powerhouses, and even alarmed the elves in the north, who wondered if the wilderness was making some move.

The four major civilizations had also heard about Allen's breakthrough to the grandmaster level in the magic chef profession, but for their powerful civilized countries, the effect of grandmaster-level magic dishes, no matter how strong, could not affect the prospects of their civilization, so its weight was not as important as the forces on the wilderness side.

Of course, in private, with the help of cross-territory trading groups traveling between the north and south continents, the powerful forces of the four major civilizations also made some moves, inquiring about the news of the grandmaster-level magic chef, and even simply offering prices to entrust Allen to help cook a grandmaster-level dish.

Allen was also overwhelmed, but fortunately, his current status and power were there, and forces and figures who were not weighty enough were not qualified to be summoned by him at all, and directly blocked most of the petitioners in Albad and their layer.

As the gourmet plaza was blocked again, the forces in the city who had learned early that Allen would personally cook immediately understood that the moment everyone was looking forward to had finally arrived.

Many residents in the city who had experienced this before were talking about it, and many people boldly guessed the purpose of the blockade, and even guessed the fact that Allen would cook grandmaster-level dishes again. As such guesses quickly spread on the market, it also attracted countless magic chefs and gourmets to quickly gather here, trying to catch a glimpse of the style of grandmaster-level dishes.

In the next two or three years, the residents living in Green Lake City lived a colorful life. From then on, they rarely saw the sun, but the sky full of dark clouds and lightning made people restless, and they always felt that some unknown danger was shrouding everyone's heads, but reality told them that they were extremely safe, only because the great chief who had never been defeated was guarding the city, and no one dared to invade.

Of course, the sky was not only filled with dark clouds and lightning. From time to time, colorful and inexplicably dangerous colored clouds would appear, dropping various powerful spells that seemed gorgeous but were actually extremely dangerous. However, these spells would eventually become docile and obedient in the hands of the towering figure that soared into the sky, and finally dissipate without a trace.

At this time, countless magic chefs and residents in the city who were paying attention to the situation in the square would speculate whether 'Food God' Alan's cooking was a success or a failure.

Because this cooking time was too long, some of the onlookers outside even started gambling on the outcome, secretly profiting from it.

The Green Field Tribe had sealed off the square, not allowing outsiders to enter. However, this time Alan's cooking time was relatively long, and the quantity was also relatively large. Therefore, in order to cultivate more magic chef talents and to show people a better future for magic chef cooking, the Green Field higher-ups allowed many outstanding magic chef professionals to enter in batches to observe.

Since they wanted to promote the magic chef profession, the information inside naturally didn't need to be kept too secret. When the magic chefs who had personally observed the process came out and were asked by others, they embellished the story and told everyone about Alan's superb cooking skills, combining it with the celestial phenomena that everyone could observe outside. As long as one was interested, the result was not difficult to obtain.

Moreover, after the Green Field higher-ups spread the news that the Green Field Chamber of Commerce's auction house might auction off a Grandmaster-level dish after 'Food God' Alan finished cooking this time, the entire Green Lake City became even more frenzied.

Having come to Green Lake City for a Grandmaster-level dish in the first place, the executives of several large business groups who had close ties with the four civilizations, upon hearing this news, although they couldn't confirm whether it was true or false, saw a glimmer of hope. They were all eager to raise resources and funds to bid for the dish that might appear.

… … … …

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A huge lightning bolt descended from the sky, striking the space above the cooking stove in the center of the gourmet plaza, where a rich aroma and wok hei were wafting. Just as it was about to strike the dish in the pot, which was filled with strong vitality and magical aura, the figure standing in front of the stove suddenly stretched out a bear paw and grabbed the invisible arrowhead of the lightning.

Everyone thought that the violent lightning would turn the figure into black ash, but unexpectedly, after falling into the hands of that not-so-towering figure, it unexpectedly became well-behaved. The sharp, angular, and unrestrained electric elements transformed into a slender ribbon, one end connected to the dark clouds in the sky, while the other end was held in the large hand, moving left and right according to the will of the figure, like a stream of silvery-white nectar flowing into the iron pot shrouded in milky-white steam.

Nourished by this waterfall-like electric element, the color of the milky-white steam gradually turned into a rich black, but without any evil or filthy feeling. Miniature electric snakes then drilled in and out of the mist layer, constantly transforming into different kinds of natural creatures.

Just as the last drop of electric element was absorbed into the pot, the dark clouds that had shrouded Green Lake City for more than a month finally dissipated. The residents living in the city felt relieved, feeling relaxed and at ease, no longer experiencing any frightening sense of pressure.

Whoosh ~ ~ ~

A miniature silvery-gray whale emerged from the iron pot filled with dark clouds, quietly lying in the bloodline plate that had been prepared long ago. When the Cloud Whale came out of the pot, the rich dark clouds also fell from the pot, continuing to attach to the whale-shaped delicacy and drilling into the Cloud Whale's slightly open mouth.

When all the dark clouds had entered the Cloud Whale's body without a single drop remaining, the tail of the Cloud Whale lying peacefully on the plate suddenly flicked, and the inanimate object directly transformed into a living creature, swimming back and forth in the half-meter-sized plate.

“Phew!!!”

Putting down the iron pot, Alan finally breathed a sigh of relief. With the successful cooking of this dish, his personally overseen cooking this time could be considered to have come to an end!!

“It's done!! It's done again!!!”

In a window seat of the nearest restaurant outside the square, the three Pillars muttered to themselves, each with their own thoughts. Only the Kobold Saint Da Vinci's face became excited.

Although they couldn't enter the cooking site, they could sense the changes in the internal magical aura and thus judge whether the cooking was successful or not, which was not a problem at all.

Including this success, Alan had completed nine successful cooking sessions in the past two years. Counting the six forces of their three tribes and the Temple of Nature, there were exactly nine forces that had sought Grandmaster-level dishes from Alan this time.

In other words, the magical dishes that Alan had successfully cooked were just enough for each of their nine forces to receive one.

However, the troublesome thing was that everyone didn't know which force provided the ingredients for these nine dishes. Therefore, they still couldn't determine whether they would be able to receive one.

After all, in the cooking process over the past two years, the number of failures far exceeded the number of successes. Among the ingredients that the three Pillars gave to Alan, Da Vinci, with his stronger financial resources, had prepared four matching sets of materials, while the other two Pillars only had two sets each. Most of the remaining materials were more numerous but only suitable for use as auxiliary materials, not worthy of being the main ingredient.

On the other hand, the six churches were generous, each directly providing five sets of corresponding main and auxiliary materials. With this calculation, the two demigod Pillars might not be able to obtain a Grandmaster-level dish.

Alan agreed to cook for everyone, but he had a strong requirement that made everyone somewhat dissatisfied, which was that he didn't allow outsiders to observe his cooking, not even the three Wilds Pillars who were on good terms with him, let alone the executives of the six churches.

Alan's reason was that his cooking skills had many unique secret techniques that could not be known by anyone who wasn't a trusted member of the Green Field Tribe. But in fact, the three dissatisfied Pillars didn't know that Alan's request was only to help the three families take advantage of the Temple of Nature.

Just as the three Pillars were absent-minded and their thoughts were chaotic, a figure soared into the sky from the center of the square and then went straight to the castle on the top of the mountain, it was the Gnome Alan who had been cooking all along.

Seeing this, the three Pillars couldn't sit still any longer. They threw two gold coins on the table and jumped out of the open window, closely following Alan's back as he flew towards the castle.

Before long, the executives of the six churches also quickly put down their work and rushed towards Alan's castle, fearing that they would be too late and the dishes would become someone else's property.