Green Monster Epic

Chapter 454 Information (The epidemic is rising again, don't go out to play on weekends)

“… … Father sent someone to bring a message, saying that a team of envoys from the tribe will come to see you in a while.”

Laina suddenly spoke while eating.

“Okay.”

Allen's expression was calm and not surprised.

“Did something happen in town?”

Although she rarely pays attention to tribal affairs, Laina still has some feelings since she lives in Green Lake Town.

“What could happen, with me here!”

Allen looked up and gave Laina a comforting smile. Although Laina's belly has not lived up to expectations and has not given birth to an heir for Allen, they still have feelings for each other after decades of living together.

“That’s good.”

Laina smiled softly, relieved, and stopped paying attention to things she wasn't interested in. Instead, she turned the topic to which family in town had another newborn, and which family's child was very promising, raising their combat level to a high level, bringing glory to the whole family and raising their welfare to another level.

A warm dinner was slowly carried out in a relaxed atmosphere.

A month later, as expected, a team from the Ajinaga tribe, led by Elder Manolan Jin and Commander Fisher, stepped into the east gate of Green Lake Town.

“Elder Mano, you’ve come at a bad time. Our patriarch has been out for almost half a month.”

Shi Sheng, who was slightly hunched, apologized to the legendary earth spirit in front of him.

“Humph!”

Mano, who originally had a hearty smile on his face, changed his expression on the spot, snorted, and asked in a strange tone: “Is your patriarch deliberately avoiding us?”

“How could that be! He really didn’t know you elders were coming, otherwise he would have gone to the plains to welcome you.”

Shi Sheng quickly waved his hand.

Since they didn't see the person in charge, Mano and his party couldn't achieve their goal. Although Shi Sheng, the person in charge of Green Lake Town, had been with them all the time, Mano and the others were also clear that Allen, the guy who had been hiding and not showing up, still had the final say on truly important matters.

Another half month passed, until Mano became bored and couldn't hold back his emotions, and flared up in front of Shi Sheng several times, but all he got was Shi Sheng's innocent and helpless expression.

At this time, in the southern mountains more than two thousand miles away from the Green Field Plain, a bear spirit carrying a boulder as big as a small mountain was moving forward steadily step by step. The bear spirit's thick hair was soaked with sweat, and heavy footprints were left on the soft ground. When the bear spirit raised his head and looked straight ahead, Allen's calm bear face was revealed.

After learning from Laina that the envoy group from the Ajinaga tribe was about to arrive, Allen had been thinking about how to get along with the tribal neighbors of the same race as Beryl in the future.

Taking a trip to the Cold Wind Post with Kirill and the others could be regarded as Allen making his own choice in disguise. Just like Beryl and the Northern High Priest Philimon of the Church of Nature spoke in the same voice some time ago, although he had not yet completely broken up with the Oak Church Court, he had already demonstrated everything with his actions.

But if Allen was really asked to draw a clear line with the Ajinaga tribe, he would be a little reluctant, after all, over the years, through the profit sharing of the two fortresses, the Green Field tribe had successively received hundreds of thousands of gold coins, as well as various materials that were difficult to purchase on the market.

The purpose of Mano and his party this time is unknown, but in Allen's view, the biggest possibility is that they want to persuade Allen to break away from the Oak camp and join the Church of Nature with their Ajinaga tribe.

The reason for this guess is that, firstly, when Albard came back before, he brought a letter written by High Priest Philimon himself, which vaguely revealed his intention to win him over; secondly, Allen believed that this Patriarch Beryl turned to the Church of Nature with weak power and must hope to have more support. If he could persuade Allen to join the Church of Nature together, Beryl would naturally have more confidence in the Church of Nature, and at the same time, it would be considered a contribution to the Church of Nature.

But as far as Allen is concerned, not to mention that the Oak Church Court and its allies themselves are far more valuable than the Ajinaga, a neighbor of the same race, just considering the future of the Green Field tribe, it is impossible for Allen to go with the Ajinaga tribe.

The reason is very simple. If the Green Field tribe follows the Ajinaga tribe and throws itself into the arms of the Church of Nature, then in the future, the Green Field tribe will inevitably become a complete vassal of the Ajinaga tribe and be at their mercy. Losing the protection of the Oak Church Court, considering the strength and interests of the two tribes, it goes without saying who the Church of Nature will value more.

Therefore, in a dilemma, rather than facing the coercion and enticement of the Ajinaga tribe, it is better to hide for a day as it is now, at least to maintain a friendly relationship on the surface.

Allen hasn't thought about the good thing of playing both sides, but no one is a fool. Without enough chips, anyone who thinks they can straddle between two powerful forces is a fool.

Of course, if Allen can work harder and Laina's belly lives up to expectations, and the two combine to give birth to an heir with the blood of the Ajinaga tribe, perhaps the relationship between Allen and the Ajinaga tribe will be easier to get along with.

It's just that everything never goes according to people's wishes. Perhaps Allen's life essence has changed after he was promoted to legend, so his mating and reproduction behavior with Laina has not been able to produce a child of his own so far.

After leaving Green Lake Town, Allen's destination this time was Mansha City, which he hadn't been to for a long time. On the long journey, Allen, who was alone, didn't waste time, and simply carried out basic weight-bearing exercises while moving forward, cherishing every opportunity to improve his strength.

On the long journey, no one dared to cause trouble for Allen. Even the beasts without wisdom ran away tactfully when they saw Allen carrying a small mountain forward from a distance. Of course, there were also unlucky guys who were caught by Allen as food for the day.

Soon, the huge and dense city outline of Mansha City appeared in front of Allen. After tidying up the dust on his body again, Allen, who returned to the commercial road, followed the crowd that was gradually becoming lively in the commercial road, and calmly entered the long-lost Mansha City.

Compared to Green Lake Town, which seems to change a little every day, Mansha City seems to be frozen, almost exactly the same as when Allen last came.

“Patriarch, you’re here!”

In the inner city of Mansha City, in front of a stone and wood building with three floors and hundreds of square meters, a male dwarf with bright silk clothes and a friendly smile on his face suddenly discovered Allen and quickly moved over and trotted over.

Above the hall door of the small building, the four common red characters ‘Allen Restaurant’ are written, which is very conspicuous. From time to time, people come in and out of the wide door in groups of three or five. The faces of the people who come out are full of satisfaction and contentment, and the eyes of the people who go in are full of anticipation and joy.

However, without exception, most of these people who come in and out are dressed very gorgeously, or are wearing exquisite adventure equipment. Obviously, their status is not simple.

The male dwarf Jimmy is the son of Shar and Roberta. Influenced and cultivated by his grandfather, Jimmy began to learn how to do business from a young age. When Shar grew old and returned to the Green Field Plain, Jimmy inherited Shar's position and was arranged to manage the Green Field tribe's industry in Mansha City.

Today's ‘Allen’ noodles have made considerable progress, no longer limited to ordinary simple buns, noodles, etc., but have become a well-known industry in Mansha City by relying on their exquisite taste and exquisite cooking skills.

Especially this ‘Allen Restaurant’ in front of me, has become the first choice for dignitaries and wealthy businessmen in the city to dine and entertain guests. It can be said that it makes a lot of money every day, and its ability to attract money is really amazing.

Of course, with such a great temptation of interest, there will naturally be people who covet it. As a medium-sized tribe that cannot join the Mansha Alliance, it is an original sin to have such a powerful industry that can attract money in the wilderness.

Fortunately, the Oak Church Court has declined in recent years, and the tribes that once depended on it have dispersed, and its sphere of influence and interest losses have been great. Allen, with his close relationship with the Oak Church Court, and through the connection of the two legendary powerhouses Oscar and Notting, finally obtained the Oak Church Court as a backer, and built this restaurant in the center of the inner city.

Of course, the price paid is that 40% of the profits of the ‘Allen’ catering industry in Mansha City are divided among the Oak Church Court, the New Sprout Church and other forces.

“How’s business?”

Allen nodded slightly, looked at the face in front of him that was vaguely similar to Shar, and asked amiably.

“It’s okay. Some time ago, the tribe sent new chefs who brought more than a dozen new dishes, and many guests came to taste them.”

Jimmy replied cautiously.

The two walked into the store one after the other. Allen didn't need anyone to lead the way. He walked through the back kitchen very familiarly and came to the quiet backyard. He routinely asked Jimmy about the recent movements in Mansha City.

To be honest, since the two continents of the North and South almost simultaneously broke out in war, there have been much fewer merchants traveling in the wilderness than before, and the impact has naturally been the depression of Mansha City. However, after the war between the four civilizations gradually turned into a stalemate, the commercial road began to recover its vitality.

The Mansha Alliance can also be said to be waiting to be rebuilt. The three royal courts on the Centaur Grassland are licking their wounds and recuperating. The major members of the alliance have actually suffered a lot and have fallen into silence, which has made Mansha City rarely have any major events recently.

Perhaps, the surprise attack on Cold Wind Post by the Northern Powerhouses organized by the Ranger Church can be regarded as a major event in the eyes of many members in Mansha City.

After resting in the store for a few days, he called the managers of several stores in the city over and beat them up, and at the same time, he did not forget to browse and review the account books of these stores. Seeing that there were no major mistakes or omissions, Allen could be considered to have let these children go.

In these past decades, dozens of corruption cases have been discovered one after another. Although Allen didn't pay much attention, he inevitably heard some rumors from the tribe: these corrupt scoundrels were usually escorted back to the tribe, and then, in front of all the tribesmen, they were cruelly and mercilessly abused until they were on the verge of death, before being hung on a flagpole in the mountain top square.

Even the relatives of these guys were mostly implicated. After being stripped of their wealth and possessions, they were directly driven out of the tribe.

Under all kinds of brutal methods, the tribesmen ultimately became cautious and prudent about corruption, which also restrained the managers in the increasingly large 'Allen' noodle business, preventing them from easily indulging their desires.

Of course, the Greenwood Tribe has always been generous to these tribesmen who are far away from their homeland and make contributions, and the salary they give is considered high even in the local area where the noodle shop is located.

Allen rummaged through his dimensional pouch and took out a set of old chain armor that he hadn't used for a long time, put it on over his legendary leather armor, and then draped a gray-black hooded cloak over his back. After dressing up, Allen quietly slipped out of the tavern.

Mansa City was still lively, with adventurers of various races wearing all kinds of equipment and with various expressions, constantly shuttling through the city's streets and alleys. Since being betrayed by Kaiya, Allen himself rarely walked on the streets of Mansa City. Occasionally, when he needed to come to Mansa City for something, he tried to be quick and decisive, and didn't stay here for long.

Most of the guys in the city who were familiar with Allen and had some friendship with him had already left Mansa City: Alba, the ogre, had resigned from his position in the city guard and returned to his tribe to contribute his last abilities until he was 50 years old, he still hadn't found his own path to legend; Richard, Allen's human friend and partner, hadn't been heard from since he went south to the Land of Ice and Snow decades ago; as for the elf assassin Albian, this guy has always been active in Mansa City, but due to his identity and some unknown gray professional relationships, Allen rarely contacted Albian anymore.

The slum in the north of the city seemed to have grown a lot in population again, but thinking about it carefully, it was normal. In the past few decades, wars between the two continents and the four civilizations had continued. Many of the guys from the major races who hated killing followed the traveling merchants to Mansa City, at least here, there wasn't much jurisdiction over races like humans and dwarves.

And the wilderness itself was not peaceful. Scattered demons and devils were always causing trouble for the souls of the natives, and the major tribes had lost a lot of population on the southern battlefield, and they were constantly using secret means to annex other small and medium-sized tribes to make up for their losses.

Countless members of weak tribes had no choice but to flee to Mansa City in order to avoid being enslaved by their enemies. At least here, they still had a chance to survive.

Arriving at a remote tavern with a wreath of thorns hanging in front of the door, the inside and outside of the door were completely two different worlds. Allen, who pushed the door open, was greeted by a strong smell.

Adventurers of various races were scattered in small groups in the tavern's small front hall. When Allen, a guest whose figure was mostly covered by a hooded cloak, appeared in front of the door, the adventurers cast probing glances at him.

Pulling the brim of his hat down, Allen didn't stay in the front hall of this tavern for long. He went to the bar to find the bartender, and after subtly showing a mysterious badge, the other party pointed to the back expressionlessly. Allen familiarly walked through a dark corridor, then opened a door and went down the stairs.

Under the ground was a truly different world. In the hall, which was much wider than the tavern's front hall, there were still many adventurers, but most of them, like Allen, wore hooded cloaks, or simply wore strange masks on their faces.

This wasn't the first time Allen had come to the Assassin's Guild's mission hall. After continuing to show his badge to the manager of this floor, Allen went straight to the hall on the lower floor, which was specially for legendary powerhouses.

Dim fluorescence sprinkled around the spacious hall. Compared to the figures on the upper floor, this place was much quieter. However, the identities of anyone who could appear here were important figures in Mansa City.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Come in!"

In the south corner of the hall, in front of a closed room, Allen gently knocked on the door. After hearing the response from inside, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Have you harvested the two pieces of information I requested before?"

No introduction was needed. The small eagle on the Assassin's Guild badge on Allen's chest was his proof of identity in the guild, so after entering the door, Allen directly asked the seemingly old kobold in front of him.

The kobold had a pair of small glasses hanging on his nose. The table in front of him was full of books and ledgers. After looking up at Allen's badge, he slowly drew out two sealed envelopes from the pile of ledgers.

"This is the information you need, Eagle."

A stream of light flashed in Allen's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel happy. At the same time, he reached into the dimensional pouch behind him, and a full money bag, about the size of two fists, appeared in his hand.

Throwing out the clinking money bag with one hand, Allen took the envelope from the kobold's hand with the other hand, and then, regardless of whether this place was suitable, he directly opened the sealed envelope and began to read it carefully.

"…The target once appeared in the Centaur Grassland, fought alongside the Centaur army, and went deep into the Rose Principality of humans. Later, he went east with a team of adventurers to help the human army's logistics train that was harassing and invading the Orc Empire…"

"…In the Month of Blooming Flowers in the Ogre Calendar 13425, the target was plotted against by the human army in an operation. A legendary ranger was hidden in the attacked logistics team and intercepted the target's squad. The target fled in panic…"

"…Finally, the target fled to the Mass Burial Valley of the Orc Empire, and there has been no trace of him since…"

The first letter contained a lot of content, detailing the whereabouts of the person Allen cared about, all the way to when she disappeared. Row after row of Common words represented fierce and dangerous battles. Allen, who had always been calm, felt his heart surging as he read the content.

The object of investigation in the secret letter was Cole, who Allen had high hopes for. Not long after the little girl advanced to the peak of the high rank, she began to leave the plains and go outside to find her own path to legend. Now, it has been almost thirty years since she traveled outside. If she is still alive, she is now an old woman approaching 60 years old.

Originally, the rule that Allen set for Cole was to let her return to Green Lake Town before the age of 45, regardless of whether she eventually found her own path to legend. However, Allen still underestimated this girl's temper. When she was traveling outside for more than ten years and was about to reach the prescribed age, she suddenly cut off contact with the tribe.

Over the years, Allen had been thinking about this junior. After all, he had no descendants, and Cole's talent and personality were very similar to his, so Allen had always regarded her as his successor to cultivate.

Allen had also launched the tribe and his own information channels to inquire about Cole's whereabouts, but he couldn't find her trace. In the end, Allen could only seek the information system of the Assassin's Guild, spending a lot of money to have the existence of this secret letter now.

Allen had actually been mentally prepared for a long time. This girl, Cole, had been missing for many years, and perhaps, like many warriors in the tribe who had disappeared during adventures, she had actually died in various dangers. But he still held on to the idea of ​​what if, hoping that this girl had just had a little accident and was living safely somewhere.

Even if Allen knew in his heart that even if this girl, Cole, was lucky enough to be alive, a 60-year-old old woman would not have much power to contribute to the current Greenwood Tribe, but Allen couldn't help but want to know the result.

"Mass Burial Valley?"

Allen muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a bit of confusion, but soon returned to normal.

The second secret letter was opened, this was another target, and it was also Allen's most important purpose for coming to Mansa City this time.

"…The target's profession is very likely to be a Strongman, he is good at using a two-handed heavy hammer, and may have Heavy Blow, Toughness… specialties. The heavy hammer is a magic weapon, and has released a Gravity Strike spell in battle…"

"…This target joined the Mad Wolf Adventure Squad three years ago. A month ago, he accepted a mission to hunt down a human spy. He is now estimated to be searching for human spies in the Oss Great Canyon area…"

"Mad Wolf Adventure Squad, with a total of 8 members, including a 13th-level kobold warlock, a 14th-level troll shaman, and two ogre berserkers…"

One hundred rubies were well spent, not only finding the target Allen wanted to find, but also giving the approximate location where the other party is now, which saved Allen a lot of trouble.

After roughly scanning the contents of the two secret letters, Allen slightly thanked the old kobold in front of him, and at the same time did not forget to remind him.

"The matter of me collecting this information will not be leaked out by you, will it."

"Please rest assured, our guild has the integrity of the guild."

The kobold didn't look up, and dismissed Allen with a word.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Allen didn't stay in the guild's underground space any longer, and directly left the bar and returned to the Greenwood Tribe's tavern.

A day later, a hobgoblin adventurer wearing full armor and a heavy helmet slowly walked out of the south city of Mansa City and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

Transitional chapter, the content is bland, together with yesterday's, 5800 words