Green Monster Epic

"I didn't expect that in such a remote place, there would be such a peaceful and tranquil town. Chief Allen, your ability really makes us roughnecks admire you!"

Allen didn't bring this group of slave hunters into the village, but instead arranged a temporary residence for them by the Green Lake. Presumably, this group of slave hunters wouldn't feel comfortable entering Allen's tribe, and with mutual wariness, Allen didn't force them.

"What's so admirable about it? Compared to the outside world, all we have left here is peace and tranquility."

The areas previously destroyed by the Legendary being had long been repaired in the past six months, and no traces of battle remained.

Green Lake is Allen's favorite place. The lake water is clear and clean, and it is also the best place for many tribesmen to temper their bodies. Although the area of Green Lake has not expanded in the past ten years, of course, it cannot expand, as the surrounding farmland has blocked its chances of expansion. However, the volume of the lake water has increased a lot.

Currently, the deepest part of Green Lake is at least 15 meters from the surface, with an inverted triangle shape extending downwards in steps, allowing tribesmen of various stages to choose a suitable depth for training based on their strength and needs.

"Before, Albian only gave me a rough introduction to your slave hunter group's prices. Can you talk to me in detail now?"

After a brief exchange of greetings to bring the two sides closer and dispel the previous unfamiliarity, Allen brought the topic back and solemnly inquired about the matter he was most concerned about.

"However, if we are to cooperate, I hope it will be a long-term and stable relationship. No matter how capable you are, my tribe can handle it all."

"Therefore, I hope you can offer a sincere price."

"Please rest assured, Chief Allen. Our slave hunter group's prices have always been fair and reasonable. However, your tribe is remote, and we have to deliver the goods to your door, so there will be some fluctuations in the price, which I'm sure you understand..."

The two alien races talked business like pros. Allen had done a lot of this over the years, and it was said that the seemingly honest and simple dwarves were not easy to deal with in this regard.

Nearby, a group of mercenaries and Green Lake Village's liaison personnel were busy sorting and registering the hobgoblins and bugbears they had brought this time.

The goblins, captured from who knows where, widened their innocent and terrified eyes, huddled on the ground, allowing a group of people to point and stare at them.

"Chief, there are a total of 177 goblins, including 94 hobgoblins and 83 bugbears..."

The gnome, Tony, ran over to report to Allen with a notebook, and after some calculations, he reported a value to Allen.

"The total price is 1034 gold coins plus 21 silver coins."

"Okay, I understand."

Allen nodded and then turned his gaze to the dwarf in front of him.

"Captain Arrigon, do you need to recalculate?"

"No need, I trust your calculations. Just forget about the change."

The dwarf, Arrigon, shook his head and replied casually.

"Then I'll have someone prepare the funds for you. The village has also prepared some wine and food for you. Should we send someone to bring it over?"

"Thank you for Chief Allen's kindness, but we're used to eating our own food."

"Alright, whatever you want."

Allen shrugged indifferently, and then, thinking of something, casually asked, "Next time you transport goods here, how long will it take?"

"Well, generally it takes about 10 months, but your tribe is remote, so it will probably take a year. However, next time we come, we will have a lot more goods, so I hope Chief Allen can prepare the funds in advance."

Arrigon came this time just to scout the way. He needed to figure out the strength of Allen's tribe and their financial situation, so he only brought these hundred or so slaves.

"Don't worry, I will never short you a single copper coin!"

Allen replied confidently, but in reality, his mind was racing, thinking about how many times the tribe's industries and funds could support such transactions.

The transaction went smoothly. Both sides had the intention of long-term cooperation, so naturally, they wouldn't argue over a mere thousand or so gold coins. After resting in Green Lake Village for a night, Arrigon left with his 30-odd team members the next day.

The matter of settling the slaves was naturally not Allen's concern. The subordinates and supervisors were already familiar with such matters.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Chief, you're looking for me?"

The gnome female, Roberta, the servant and student of the late Mr. Philok, had been in Green Lake Village for several years and was very satisfied with life here. The only regret was that money was of little use in Green Lake Village, which meant that Roberta and the other gnomes who had come to settle in Green Lake Village from Thornburg had bags of glittering gold coins but nowhere to spend them.

"Are you used to living in our village?"

Although Allen had been traveling abroad for several years, the villagers were very friendly to Roberta and the other gnomes, especially the young people in the village. At this time, Roberta's face was emerald green, and her eyes were full of warmth and joy, indicating that life was not bad.

Of course, this was inevitable. Apart from the villagers' courtesy towards them, everyone was a goblin, so they no longer needed to live under someone else's thumb. How could Roberta and the others not be comfortable?

"I'm used to it, it's pretty good."

Roberta was also a knowledgeable person. The bugbear in front of her was now a Legendary figure. It was rare for the other party to suddenly remember her and send someone to summon her, so there must be something he needed her to do.

"It's good that you're used to it."

Allen nodded, his eyes kind, without any air of a strong person, but in Roberta's eyes, there was a kind of imposing feeling, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"However, the tribe will probably need you to go on a long trip to do something in a while, and you will have to live outside for a while. I don't know if you are willing to go?"

It seemed like a question, but Roberta glanced at Allen's face and saw a hint of unquestionable attitude, so she nodded repeatedly and agreed, "I'm willing, it is our duty as members of the tribe to contribute to the tribe."

"Then I'll have to trouble you. The thing is, I plan to send a team to Mansa City to do business, running several noodle restaurants..."

Allen had this idea for more than ten years, but it was not until the arrival of the slave hunter group that Allen felt a little pressure, and he decided to implement this matter.

The tribesmen in the village were generally fine with doing manual labor, and Allen felt that there was no big problem with them going out to work as adventurers, given the experience of Kerr and the others. The only thing was that very few people had the ability and knowledge to do business.

After much deliberation, only the dozen or so people left to him by old man Phillip possessed such capabilities, leading to the current conversation between Allen and Roberta.

"No problem, I will definitely do my best to get this done!!"

Roberta looked excited, filled with interest and confidence in the task Allen had entrusted to her.

As mentioned before, Green Lake Village was good in every way, except that it was too mundane. Although Roberta and the others had gained respect and freedom, they had also lost the bustling scenes of the civilized world. The world is never perfect; to gain something, you must lose something. Roberta herself couldn't quite figure out whether she liked her current life more, or the time she spent in Thornsburg.

But at least this time, Allen sending her out to open a branch of Allen's Noodle House was something she accepted with great joy.

After finishing talking to Roberta, it wasn't long before several burly figures appeared in Allen's stone fort.

"Doggy, are you guys interested in going out for a bit of adventuring?"

Among the younger generation, Doggy, Blackie, and the others were several years older than Coyle and the others, so they didn't really hang out together. However, in terms of strength, the best of the younger generation, like Coyle and Bush, had now caught up, which made the positions of Doggy, Jill, and Jay somewhat awkward.

Above them, the older generation like Pava'o and Da Shan still held important leadership positions, and the younger ones lacked the strength and prestige to rise up; below them, the younger ones like Coyle and Treeborn were improving rapidly and had begun to challenge their positions.

In the past, successfully breaking through to the mid-tier was something the goblins dreamed of, but now, with the tribe's population increasing, the inheritance crystal being perfected, and Allen's constant tinkering with dishes to assist breakthroughs making progress, the number of mid-tiers in the tribe was no longer as precious as it once was.

The surest way to secure one's current position in the tribe was to successfully advance to the high-tier. That way, no matter how the tribe changed, they would always have a place.

However, how difficult was it to break through to the high-tier? The Green Field Tribe now had over a thousand people, and only a few had advanced to the high-tier. Apart from Coyle, a genius with extraordinary talent, which other high-tier wasn't a middle-aged person nearing 40?

"Huh??"

Doggy, Jill, and the others looked at each other, their eyes flickering.

It would be a lie to say they didn't want to go out and adventure. Although life in the tribe was comfortable, it was just a cage that confined ambitious young people. In the past, for the sake of the tribe's safety, Allen basically didn't allow the tribe's young adults to go out and adventure. No one could guarantee that these thick-skinned fools, after seeing the outside world, would still want to return to the tribe.

After all, Allen didn't believe that these guys had a strong sense of belonging and identity with the tribe back then.

But things were different now. The tribe's inheritance was being perfected step by step, his own strength had reached the Legendary rank, and the tribesmen's lives were getting better and better. These were all Allen's confidence and foundation. No matter how wonderful and tempting the outside world was, it would never compare to a safe haven.

Of course, the most important thing was that the tribe needed to find other sources of income. Relying solely on the noodle house's income to maintain the existing town size was naturally no problem. However, as Allen advanced to Legendary, his ambitions grew, and he hoped to lead the Green Field Tribe into Mansa City and become an official member of the alliance during his two-hundred-year Legendary life.

To achieve this goal, Allen would have a long way to go, and there would be many difficulties along the way.

Even now, the Green Field Plain had never seen a medium-sized tribe with a population of over 5,000. The reason was simple and practical: this barren land basically couldn't find any valuable output, nor did it have enough food to support such a large tribe.

Population and economy were two important factors for a tribe to grow, but ultimately, the economy was the most important link. As long as you have money, you can contact those slave hunting groups like the Green Field Tribe does now and quickly obtain a large population through illegal means. By the same token, as long as you have enough money, you can purchase all kinds of supplies to support the tribe, even if there is not enough land for cultivation.

The two gray dwarves in Mandu Li were no longer alone. Not only did they have two little cubs, but Allen had also tried to find them a few gray dwarf subordinates a few years ago, making the exploration team more professional, but the useful information obtained was too little.

In such a large territory, there are only a few iron, copper, and tin mines with unknown reserves. To be honest, these minerals are the most common and cheapest in metal mines. It is almost impossible to rely on mining these minerals as a source of income for the tribe. It is already good if the output can maintain the needs and reserves of the tribe.

As a unique business, the noodle house in the village has a considerable income. With professional talents like Xia Er helping to manage the noodle house in Thornsburg, the net profit that can be sent back to the tribe in a year can reach about 3,000 gold coins. However, after deducting the tribe's expenses for purchasing various living materials and the welfare distributed to the tribesmen, it is good to have half of the surplus now.

Opening a new branch of the noodle house in Mansa City is an important source of income for Allen to increase the tribe's income, but at the same time, he also hopes to find a suitable path outside of noodles to find other sources of income.

After some investigation, Allen felt that letting the warriors of the tribe go out to adventure as adventurers and mercenaries was also a suitable choice.

"What's wrong, don't you have the guts?"

Allen smiled slightly and asked with a provocative look.

"What's there to be afraid of!!"

"That's right!!"

"Going out to adventure is also a good thing for you. We bear goblins are born brave warriors. Only by fighting on the battlefield can we reflect our value!!"

"Haven't you noticed? In the past ten years or so, the number of tribesmen who advanced in the tribe was only a little over 30, but in the battle with the demons a few years ago, more than a dozen advanced at once, which just shows that we bear goblins need to fight on the battlefield and need to face life and death to recognize ourselves!!"

"… …"

"Chief, just tell us, how should we go out to adventure!!"

"That's right, this is the good goblin of our Green Field Tribe!!"

Allen looked relieved and began to tell Doggy, Jill, and the others about his plan.