Green Monster Epic

In the days that followed, Allen found himself with no free time, as people constantly approached him with various pretexts, subtly inquiring about the ‘Devil’s’ grilled meat.

After completing the transaction with Metall and the others, Allen didn't conceal the content of their deal, except he exaggerated the terms several times over. Metall and Ahmad were very cooperative with Allen's exaggerations, using silence to replace various inquiries, the implications of which were self-evident.

This was mutually beneficial; Allen could use it to have a greater bargaining chip, while Metall and the others could seize this not-so-short window to accumulate and reserve most of the materials Allen told them about. Of course, Metall and the others were even happier in their hearts, as their opponents might have to pay an even greater price to obtain the recipe from Allen, which was a comforting thought.

Allen, having held back a little, relied on his control over the recipe's seasonings and earned a small profit. For Allen, who always believed that even the smallest mosquito was still meat, what could be more gratifying than this?

Even the Oak Church was very interested in Allen's recipe. After returning from the Western Front, Nordin found Allen and, after a series of transactions, obtained the recipe from him.

Although the major forces undoubtedly possessed many magic potions and props more potent than Allen's recipe, none were more suitable for the current state of the wilderness than Allen's recipe.

The aftermath of the Demon Tide, with its hidden agents lurking in the wilderness, almost set the wilderness ablaze once again. Although it ultimately failed, the previously dormant chaos in the wilderness resurfaced, with countless scattered demons wreaking havoc everywhere.

In the past, when faced with the corpses of demons, the various tribes in the wilderness, after taking the useful parts, mostly burned them on the spot to prevent their flesh and blood from rotting and eroding the land, which added many troubles to the tribes.

As Allen's recipe gradually spread, although many tribes had not yet managed to obtain the recipe from Allen, the fact that the main ingredient in the recipe was mid-level demon and devil corpses had slowly leaked out. Subsequently, countless tribes began hoarding and hunting demons and devils.

"Allen, you had such a good thing, and you didn't tell us first. In the end, we were the last to know, which is truly laughable!"

Taribo, whom he had met in Mansa City, rushed over from the Western Front. After arriving at Lake Samay, the first thing he did was find Allen's tent and unceremoniously complain to Allen.

"Quick, tell me about that ‘Allen Devil Grilled Meat’ recipe you came up with!"

Looking at Taribo's familiar face, Allen frowned slightly and took two steps back.

"Want the recipe? No problem, as long as you offer suitable compensation."

Even to the tribe that gave him the recommendation letter, Allen did not give in at all. For the glory and obligations of their tribe, the Greenwood Tribe had already lost forty-odd clansmen. Now they wanted to use the name of vassalage to coerce Allen. Sorry, but you've probably miscalculated.

Just before Taribo arrived, an unfamiliar lizardman guest stepped into Allen's tent. After a long exchange and negotiation, he left satisfied.

The lizardman came from the Deadwood Forest, a place 5-600 miles south of the Greenwood Plain and the Aoro Hills. The tribe he belonged to was the Amansha Tribe, one of the 113 formal members of the Mansa Alliance. It was after a friendly exchange with the other party, and having made prior arrangements, that Allen would be like this now, no longer caring about Taribo and the Snowme Tribe behind him.

The biggest reliance that Taribo now dared to take advantage of Allen so unscrupulously was nothing more than the recommendation letter that would expire in three years. The five-year recommendation letter renewal was a means for each powerful tribe to exploit the tribes under it. Many vassal tribes were subject to this, having to treat their suzerain tribes with caution, and even had to endure the various difficulties imposed by them.

Other vassals had to worry about whether their rashly switching to a new suzerain tribe would incur the hatred and animosity of the old one, thereby launching an attack. But for Allen and his tribe, if they really fell out, even if they switched to another tribe, Snowme might not dare to make any major moves.

Everything stemmed from Allen's current strength, which required the other party to carefully consider the gains and losses every time they schemed.

"Hey, Allen, this is not interesting. No matter what, the relationship between our two tribes is there. It's okay for you to talk about conditions and bargaining chips with others, but if you still treat us like this, it's not right!"

Taribo's eyes suddenly turned cold, but at least his face still had a hint of a smile, as if he thought Allen was joking with him.

"Elder Taribo, I'm not joking with you. Our friendship is one thing, business is another. If you want my recipe, you have to show your sincerity."

Allen was unmoved. He had already made a plan when he exposed his recipe. He had not only completed a transaction with the Amansha Lizardman Tribe, but also sent people to inquire about the Ajinaga Tribe, making several preparations.

When choosing Snowme as the recommending tribe, Allen had considered many things. Now the situation was different, so many of the previous concerns had undergone new changes, so Allen's choices were even more diverse.

"…Allen."

The smile on Taribo's face gradually faded, replaced by a cloud of gloom. He stared at Allen阴恻恻, and did not speak for a long time, the atmosphere was a little cold for a while.

"Clan Leader Allen, you finally…"

A short goblin, with a cheerful tone, pulled open the felt curtain and walked in. He was about to speak to Allen as he walked, but when he discovered the other figure in the felt tent, he was immediately surprised and swallowed the rest of his words.

"Elder Taribo, you're here too!"

The short goblin's clothes were very gorgeous, and he seemed to be very courageous. After seeing Taribo's face clearly, not only did he not appear restrained because of the other party's legendary powerhouse status, but he only bowed slightly, gave Taribo a faint greeting, and then turned around and put on a friendly smile again, facing Allen directly.

"Sorry, Clan Leader Allen, I didn't expect there to be guests in your felt tent, otherwise, should we postpone our conversation?"

"So it's you, Gareth!"

It seemed that not only did the short goblin know the legendary troll in front of him, but Taribo, the high-ranking elder of the Snowme, was also no stranger to the short goblin who came to visit Allen.

"No need to postpone it, I think Elder Taribo should be leaving soon."

Allen smiled slightly and replied politely, while reaching out to signal and welcome this fellow named Gareth to the empty seat next to Taribo.

Taribo's eyes were uncertain. At this time, after hearing Allen's answer, a surge of anger rose, but soon, he suppressed the anger again.

It was no coincidence that Gareth was familiar with Taribo, only because the tribes they belonged to were neighbors and also potential rivals.

Gareth from the Ajinaga Tribe had been in the Samay Lake military camp for two days, but Allen, the master he was going to visit, had been finding various reasons to prevaricate until someone suddenly told him today that he could visit Allen.

After seeing Taribo in Allen's felt tent, Gareth immediately understood what Allen Bear Goblin was planning, but he didn't expose it. He had value to the Bear Goblin, and at the same time, he could take this opportunity to achieve the purpose of this trip.

"Hey, it's okay, you guys talk about yours, I'll just listen next to you, won't it bother you?"

Faced with Allen's euphemistic request to leave, Taribo didn't want to do as Allen wished. He didn't believe that Gareth's visit was just a coincidence, but at the same time, he was indeed a little interested and wanted to see the content of Allen's conversation with them.

"That…"

Gareth looked up at Allen. Seeing Allen silent, he already knew what the other party was thinking, and quickly responded softly: "It doesn't bother, anyway, Elder Taribo should know sooner or later."

Only then did Allen slowly raise his head, nod slightly, and then chatted with Gareth as if no one else was there, really leaving Taribo aside.

This conversation took a long time, as for the specific content, there is no need to say, it must be the same as the purpose of Taribo's visit.

The longer the time dragged on, the more obvious the effects of Allen's barbecue became among the soldiers. After all, the vast majority of the wilderness natives relied on their fighting talent to struggle for survival in the gaps between the four major civilizations. Now, with this food that stimulated their combat potential, many warriors who had accumulated enough foundation, only lacking a little impetus, were able to improve a level with the help of the barbecue.

The more such things happened, the more weight was added to the value of Allen's barbecue. In addition, Allen himself secretly sent Lolo, Mauro, and others to fuel the flames, which eventually led to the current situation where many envoys took the initiative to come to ask for the recipe.

"Then we'll settle it like this, Chief Allen."

Gareth contentedly raised his glass with Allen in celebration, using prairie mare's milk wine as a celebratory gift for reaching an agreement.

"After returning, I will have people prepare the corresponding supplies and send them directly to your village, Chief Allen."

"Okay, I have already sent someone back ahead of time. After you send the supplies, someone will naturally hand over the corresponding recipe to you."

Allen nodded slightly, his face beaming with a smile, making Taribo, who had been a background wall for a long time, feel very depressed.

Several times, Taribo almost couldn't help but interrupt Allen's conversation, but he endured it under Allen's intentional or unintentional gaze.

Allen's advancement to Legend did not mean that Taribo would have much fear. After all, Taribo had advanced to Legend much earlier than Allen, and his skills and strength were even more needless to say. However, the negotiations between Gareth and Allen were, in fact, Allen's way of knocking on Taribo and the Snowmite tribe behind him, letting him understand the dissatisfaction in his heart.

It was because he understood Allen's psychology that Taribo endured the anger in his heart and just watched indifferently as his old neighbor argued with Allen again and again, finally reaching an agreement.

Last time, he disguised himself as a passing expert and wanted to wreak havoc on Green Lake Village. As of now, it seems that Allen, this goblin bear, has not noticed it. However, the previous events, such as recommending documents and forcibly conscripting Green Field tribe warriors, had all planted seeds of dissatisfaction with the Snowmite tribe in Allen's heart.

This time, Taribo came to discuss the recipe with Allen, and his initial actions were actually just a test to see where Allen, this goblin bear's, bottom line was. If the other party really succumbed, then it would mean that Allen himself had not yet perfected his positioning as a Legend, and the status of his own tribe in his heart was very important.

Then, Taribo could use Allen's bottom line to further seek more benefits for the Snowmite tribe.

Of course, it wasn't a big deal that Allen had strongly rejected his previous proposal like now. Taribo had already prepared himself on the way here. At this time, his various actions in front of Allen were just acting.

However, what Taribo did not expect was that he would happen to meet his goblin neighbor from next door when he came to negotiate this time.

On the other hand, Gareth, who had put on a good show with Allen, was also holding back a breath, because he knew very well that in order to put on a show in front of Taribo, Allen would inevitably haggle over their two tribes' negotiations, and the conditions would be more stringent than other objects, which would make it easier to negotiate with the Snowmite tribe where Taribo was located.

However, Gareth also had to suffer in silence. The Oak Church suffered heavy damage, and the Aginaga tribe should be the most affected among the wilderness tribes. The fortresses at the two exits of the Catoer Grand Canyon are the most profitable passes on the Mansa Corridor trade route. Many tribes had been eyeing them for a long time, and the Aginaga tribe was able to occupy these two fortresses because of the support of the Oak Church, which allowed them to stand at both ends of the Catoer Canyon for more than ten generations.

Now, the slumber of the Father of the Oak Tree, Sylvanas, has dealt a heavy blow to the Oak Church, and it will also allow the Aginaga tribe to encounter more challenges as time goes by. After all, without the support of the gods behind the Oak Church, strategic passes like Catoer Fortress, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, will naturally become the target of other powerful forces.

Not to mention anything else, the tribes where the five big shots in the Mansa Alliance are located will definitely seize an opportunity at some point and extend their black hands to the Aginaga tribe.

Unless, the Aginaga tribe switches sides again and chooses a new supporter. This may allow them to get out of the current predicament with the support of the other party. However, it is not so easy to abandon the old master of the past. The Father of the Oak Tree was the core deity of the natural divine system before he fell asleep, and the other deities under his command would not dare to dig the Oak Church's foundations on a large scale in a short period of time. At least, they must have the attitude of an ally.

Of course, as long as the rulers of the Aginaga tribe do not have water in their brains, it is impossible for them to defect from the Oak Church at this time. This emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and even if the Oak Church is declining, it is still no problem to kill an Aginaga tribe.

It just so happens that during this sensitive period, the Oak Church also needs to use iron-blooded methods to clean up some short-sighted guys in order to deter other vassals.

Since the road of switching sides and changing to a new big shot is temporarily unfeasible, then the Aginaga tribe can only take strengthening itself as the goal and strive for more allies and other means as auxiliary to achieve the purpose of deterring other onlookers. At this time, from any point of view, Gareth didn't have much room for choice in the negotiations with Allen, so he could only be led by the nose by Allen and become the other party's accomplice.

After sending Gareth away, Allen turned his attention to Taribo again, and then cast an inquiring look towards the door.

"Allen, look at you, you've already settled things with the people from Aginaga. Then our relationship is even closer, so naturally we shouldn't be left out, right?"

Taribo had already made a decision in his heart. At this time, he seemed unable to see Allen's gesture to see him off. He immediately put on that kind smile again and stepped forward to start a new round of negotiations with Allen warmly.

Allen's eyes flickered. While he was complacent in his heart, he didn't overdo it. He just continued to sit down according to the other party's wishes, and the conversation between the two became more harmonious and natural.

Half a day later, Taribo left contentedly, while at the same time, Allen, who remained in the yurt, also looked equally satisfied. At least, after the scene with Gareth earlier, the conditions given by Taribo could be regarded as an equal exchange.

In the following month or two, tribal representatives came to discuss matters one after another. Allen sold an incomplete recipe to nearly a hundred families, and the gains were definitely worth more than the value. In an instant, Green Lake Village, which was thousands of miles away, made even more money than if it had won a windfall.

Of course, after all, this recipe is not an exclusive monopoly. Although Allen spent a lot of time and effort on each family, individually speaking, it is still far from the actual value of the recipe. However, this has already made Allen feel satisfied.

Roughly calculated, the final harvest of nearly a hundred families' conditions should be enough to exchange for several crystal inheritances. In a short period of time, Allen doesn't have to worry about cooperating with Ariagon and the others in business.

The only thing that Allen feels regretful about is that most of the conditions offered by each family are materials unique to their tribe. For example, the three royal families on the grassland gave horses, while the kobold tribes mostly gave metal resources. This required Allen to spend some effort to convert them into funds or things that his tribe needed after receiving these materials.

However, among these negotiation conditions, the only thing Allen insisted on was that when his tribe sent chefs to open noodle restaurants in these business partner tribes in the future, the other party could not give him trouble or persecution.

Allen can already imagine the scene when the 'Allen Noodle Restaurant' he built will be all over every corner of the wilderness one day.

Selling the recipe is just an expedient measure, and the purpose is to raise funds for the Green Field tribe. In the end, if the tribe in the barren Green Field Plain wants to have a stable income, it still has to rely on Allen's own research on gourmet food to have a better way out.