Green Monster Epic

“This sword is called the Greatsword. The raw material comes from a meteorite in the sky and was forged by the contemporary dwarven forging master, Manshan, over the course of a year. It doesn't have any other fancy functions, only the characteristic of being heavy. The added 'sturdy' attribute is also very suitable for your wilderness, and perhaps it will be very suitable for the path that Kouer will take in the future.”

Philok once again reached into his dimensional bag, and the thing he took out made Allen's eyes light up, filled with envy and jealousy.

The Greatsword lived up to its name. Just the 20-centimeter-wide blade made people feel its heavy weight. The jet-black blade plus the hilt was about 1.5 meters long. For Allen, it seemed a little short to use as a two-handed sword, but it was just right for Kouer to use as a weapon in the future.

“Hey!!”

Kouer's face turned red before she managed to lift the Greatsword that Master Philok had placed on the ground, but she was still a bit short of being able to wield it freely.

Looking at Kouer's clumsy performance, Philok wore a kind smile on his face and touched her little head, saying.

“Of course, Kouer doesn't have the ability to use it now. When you are strong enough in the future, let Uncle Chieftain give it to you, how about that?”

“Oh, okay.”

Although Kouer was unwilling, she nodded with self-awareness. With a reluctant mood, she handed the Greatsword to Allen and whispered softly in Allen's ear: “Uncle Chieftain, you must remember that this is my thing. When I'm stronger, you have to return it to me.”

“Okay, you little clever girl.”

Allen lifted the Greatsword in his hand, and this sword was really heavy. It weighed at least nearly two hundred pounds. No wonder Kouer's strength was extremely difficult to lift it. On the other hand, the 50-60 pound greatsword that Allen used before was already a bit unsuitable. The sword in his hand now was like it was tailor-made for Allen, just right for him to use.

However, Allen also knew that this weapon was not his after all. When Kouer grew up, he would return it to Kouer as Philok wished. The only thing worth celebrating was that Kouer was still young. Even if she was gifted, it would be at least 5-6 years before she could use this weapon, which meant that Allen could use this Greatsword during these years.

Perhaps, this was also one of the reasons why Master Philok gave Kouer this weapon.

Beside Philok, the human servant Sam looked at this scene enviously. He didn't expect that the master, who was always cold to people, would have such a kind side when facing two little goblins he had never met before. Because of this, he couldn't figure out what relationship the master had with this gnoll in front of him.

“Aren’t you going to say thank you to Grandpa?”

After putting away the Greatsword, Allen put on a stern face and reprimanded Kouer. After being reprimanded, Kouer made a face at Allen, then turned her head and gave Philok a bright smile, saying in a crisp voice: “Thank you, Grandpa, Grandpa is so nice.”

“Hahaha~~”

Philok's happy laughter filled the entire hall. Taking advantage of the other party's good mood, Allen quickly took out the prepared berry jam. The jam in the glass bottle, sealed with wax, was still as bright as ever after a dozen days of travel. The red and yellow colors made people appetite increase at a glance.

This was the jam-making method Allen learned from his dreams, and it was also a gift he carefully prepared for Philok. According to Phillip, for an old man like Philok who has seen all kinds of scenes, giving him something more expensive would only gain a little favor. It would be better for Allen and the others to spend their minds making some local products from the wilderness, which would be more likely to win the old man's favor.

In addition, the Green Field Plain had poor production, and the tribe's inventory was running low. Allen couldn't possibly give the other party a piece of jewelry. The value of a piece of jewelry was enough for Allen and the others to purchase many things that the tribe lacked.

“This is a small gift that I and my tribesmen prepared for the master. They are all worthless food. If the master doesn’t mind, you can try it. The taste is quite good.”

Allen presented the gift with both hands, earning the old man an approving look.

“Let me try it.”

Philok opened a bottle of jam on the spot, then stretched his slender finger into the bottle and scooped out a lump of viscous jam, nonchalantly putting it into his mouth, closing his eyes and slowly experiencing the changes.

“Huh? This jam tastes good, better than most sauces on the market!”

Philok, who originally just meant to try it and didn't have any expectations, looked at Allen with surprise after carefully tasting a bite of jam: “Are you sure these jams are all made by you?”

“Of course, Eileen and I also helped with these jams, Grandpa.”

Little Kouer gave Allen a divine assist, pointing to the jam in the bottle and said: “These jams contain the berries picked by Kouer and Eileen.”

“Usually, Eileen and I ask Uncle for some jam to eat, but he doesn’t give it to us! Humph, bad chieftain, bad uncle.”

Kouer's innocent remarks, without Allen having to explain anything, were enough to prove that the jam was indeed made by their tribe.

“Well, this jar of jam will be for our little Kouer and Eileen.”

Philok, who had just opened and tasted a bite of jam, handed the jam jar to Kouer, then motioned Allen to put down Eileen and Kouer and let them go to play.

“It seems that your tribe is developing well now. Tell me, besides thanking me this time, is there anything else you need my help with?”

Without Kouer and Eileen, Philok's expression returned to indifference, but the kindness between his eyebrows was still not fading. Therefore, facing the other party's inquiry, Allen said it on the spot.

“There is indeed something I need the master to help with, but don't worry, I will follow the rules of the chamber of commerce, and I will never embarrass you.”

“Tell me your needs first.”

“Our tribe lacks everything now, but fortunately, many things can be bought on the market, so I don't need to trouble the master. The only thing is skilled craftsmen. I can only ask the master to help and see if your chamber of commerce can sell us a few more?”

“What kind of craftsmen?”

Philok glanced at Allen meaningfully. The other party was painstakingly trying to please him, naturally he had something to ask for, but Philok just liked his fellow clansmen to beg him like this, which showed that the other party's mind was very clear and knew what was important. Any goblin tribe that has a need for craftsmen shows that their leader has a strong pursuit for the development of the tribe, which shows that the future of the other party's tribe will not be too bad.

“I want masters who can find mines and smelt ores, as well as blacksmiths who can forge weapons.”

Allen was a little embarrassed. He had inquired outside that this kind of craftsman with strategic value could not be compared to those gardeners and farmers before. Otherwise, Allen would not have tried every means to climb up to Philok's relationship.

“Heh, I didn’t expect your eyesight to improve.”

Philok chuckled.

“It just so happens that our chamber of commerce has just sent a few good goods that meet your requirements.”