Green Monster Epic

Chapter 453 Follow-up

Not long after the contract was signed, Oscar, Kirill, and others left with Ted and his people, helping the drow lead the way to the Shingle Beach camp that Allen had prepared for them.

The arrival of the drow—no, they should now be called dark elves—did not have a significant impact on the situation in Green Field Plain.

In order to shed the drow's less-than-stellar reputation and integrate into the surface world's wilderness races, while also demonstrating Ted and his group's determination to break away from the past, Ted and his people, who were temporarily settled at Shingle Beach, redefined themselves as dark elves.

Of course, the Green Field tribe's hunting teams and patrol defense teams frequently wandered around Shingle Beach, their intentions self-evident.

At the same time, the Ivan gnoll tribe, adjacent to Shingle Beach, was also watching these suddenly appearing neighbors, constantly reporting their movements to Green Lake Town.

The Ivan tribe's gnolls had now expanded to over 500 members.

Ever since their former leader, Boban, hitched a ride with the Green Field tribe, the entire tribe had enjoyed a happy life.

The gnolls, who originally relied on meat and only turned to grain crops when they couldn't catch prey, finally understood a truth: vegetables and grains could actually be more delicious than meat!

As vassals of the Green Field tribe, the Ivan tribe's gnolls needed to use their keen sense of smell and hearing to help the Green Field tribe resist the encroachment of other migrating natives into the plains from the east.

At the same time, whenever the Green Field tribe needed them, the Ivan tribe had to unconditionally obey the Green Field tribe's arrangements and dispatch.

If the gnolls wanted a better life and more resources, they could also exchange various supplies and delicacies from the Green Field tribe by clearing out and capturing wilderness native slaves.

"You guys quickly pick out the goblins who were sent to Shingle Beach.

This time, send more goblins with superior intelligence and excellent memory.

Tell them to roughly understand the inheritance and knowledge there, and after they come back, select the best tribe members to go and learn based on the inheritance and knowledge they provide."

Allen, Eric, Trick, and a group of Green Lake Town executives were gathered in his castle, listening to Allen's instructions.

This opportunity to access new knowledge was something Allen had negotiated with great difficulty, so he rarely took the initiative to interfere in the tribe's daily arrangements.

Below him, Stone, who was entering the aging stage and unconsciously starting to stoop, stroked his already furry chin and nodded slightly in agreement.

Below him were Trick, Facardo, Albard, and a group of new-generation goblins, some tall, some short, some strong, some thin, some furry, and some green.

Among them, slightly conspicuous were a human woman in a green dress sitting next to the human Eric, and a half-elf man with a full head of silver hair.

These two were the principals of Green Lake Town's primary and intermediate academies, responsible for managing and teaching hundreds of school-age children in the town.

Finally, two non-goblin races had appeared in Green Lake Town's middle management, which was rare even among other tribes in the wilderness.

"What about our knowledge and inheritance? Should we…"

The middle-aged bear goblin Facardo raised his head and asked, but before he could finish, Trick gently pinched his thigh, and he closed his mouth in a timely manner.

Allen's eyes drew an arc, and he glanced at Facardo calmly, his eyes not revealing any emotion, as if he hadn't heard the other party's question, directly ignoring his question.

"Also, let the children go to Shingle Beach more often to connect with them and don't really treat them as our enemies."

"See if they have any difficulties at Shingle Beach or need anything.

Don't wait for them to come to us; take the initiative to help send it over."

"…Also, tell those bastards below that if anyone dares to run over and bully those blackskins, I'll twist off their heads and kick them as balls!"

Everyone looked at each other, somewhat unable to change their thinking.

Didn't the chief's attitude towards the drow before show an expression of disgust?

How could his attitude make a 180-degree turn after signing this contract?

"Did you hear that?!"

"Understood!"

"Yes."

"…"

The group responded unevenly.

Eric, who was seated on Allen's left, looked at Allen with a sense of scrutiny and doubt.

Afterward, Allen severely reprimanded Stone and a group of high-level officials in the tribe for the problems he had discovered while wandering around the town a few days ago, leaving Eric, Stone, and a few trusted people behind, while the others dispersed to begin their work.

"…Stone, I think the burden of the next town chief should be handed over to Trick, what do you think?"

Lightly, Allen decided on the next actual manager of the Green Field tribe with a word.

Although it seemed like he was discussing with Stone, his tone was full of unquestionable attitude.

"I think so too."

Stone's eyes dimmed a bit, but they quickly returned to normal, and he responded solemnly.

"Don't blame me for choosing this way.

Facardo is actually not bad, but he is still a little worse than Trick in terms of character and ability."

"Then do you think it would be possible to transfer Facardo to Raging Torrent Village?"

As a father, Stone still hoped that his child could have a better future.

At this time, although the ultimate goal had fallen through, there were still other positions to compensate for Facardo's efforts over the years.

Others didn't know, but Stone himself was clear that over the years, at his request, his child had put too much energy into learning to manage tribe affairs and handle daily problems.

As a result, he had lost his momentum on the path of combat, and he would probably only be a mid-level peak powerhouse in this life.

Allen glanced at Stone, saw his gradually balding crown for the sake of the tribe, and finally did not refute: "Okay, you can decide when the two of them hand over."

"Yes, Chief."

Stone's eyes regained their light.

"As for the question that Facardo raised earlier, you should collect our latest magic cuisine recipes, and open up the other recipes and inheritance to the drow, uh, the dark elves."

There was nothing wrong with secretly hiding recipes and inheritance, but Facardo shouldn't have brought it up at the tribe meeting.

In front of the twenty-odd tribe leaders, how could Allen put things that should have been done in secret on the table?

Who could guarantee that all twenty-odd leaders would be tight-lipped?

"Actually, I have already instructed to do so, and I will definitely not let those blackskins notice."

Stone smiled slyly, and a flash of cunning flashed across his face.

"…"

"Eric, my cubs probably won't be able to communicate with the dark elves well during this time.

You should send your human and half-elf subordinates to go around first, and see if there are any companions among those elves who have beliefs similar to yours."

"Moreover, you guys are the best at talking when spreading beliefs.

At that time, you can let them say more good things about us and reduce the contradictions between the two sides."

Just as Eric wanted to close his eyes and adjust his breathing, Allen changed the subject and suddenly approached him.

"What crooked idea are you having again?"

Eric was indeed a little confused.

"What crooked idea do I have?

I'm just thinking that since their settlement in the plains has become a foregone conclusion, then there is no need to oppose them in everything!"

Allen smiled slightly, looking very innocent.

"With the little time they stay here, do you think you can really steal much from the inheritance and knowledge they have collected?"

Eric shook his head.

Even now, he had not been able to fully understand what Allen's choice contained.

"Who knows?

Maybe they will change their minds, think that life at Shingle Beach is indeed good, and that the children in their team also need a safe and stable living environment, and continue to stay at Shingle Beach?"

Allen laughed, unable to feel whether he really thought so or was joking.

"I'm too lazy to guess those uncertain things.

You can slowly plan it yourself!"

Eric simply stopped trying to guess and got up to leave.

"Hey, what I told you, you have to remember it!"

Seeing this, Allen quickly spoke up to urge him.

"Got it!"

Eric waved his hand with his back to Allen.

After all the arrangements were completed, the large stone castle returned to silence, and Allen sat alone in front of the long council table, his eyes empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Allen, dinner is ready, let's eat."

The earth goblin Lena walked slowly in a snow-white dress and gently interrupted Allen's thoughts.

"Yeah."

Allen looked up, his eyes complexly meeting Lena's clear gaze, and then quickly put on a kind smile.