Green Monster Epic

Chapter 531 Auction

"The Assassin's Guild wants to establish a stronghold in my territory??"

Allen couldn't help but be cautious. As a super force spanning two continents, the Assassin's Guild's strength was not something his mere Green Field Tribe could contend with.

He just couldn't understand why such a powerful force would want to establish a stronghold in his territory.

Strictly speaking, there were already several forces with strongholds in the Green Field Tribe's territory: the Church of Nature with its temple in Fort Murl, the Oak Council with its Maple Leaf Church in Green Lake Town, and the Tantin Society established by the human unbeliever Eric, among others.

However, these forces, at least in Allen's view, posed relatively little threat and even had checks and balances against each other, so Allen had allowed them to exist.

The Assassin's Guild was different. Just thinking about the business they engaged in would make many people feel disgusted: assassination, intelligence gathering, infiltration and sabotage... any of these activities, if directed at a tribe in operation, would be infuriating.

"...If you want to establish a stronghold in my territory, what can I gain?"

His mind racing, Allen pondered for a moment before looking up again, staring intently at Albion as he asked, word by word.

"First, the friendship of the Assassin's Guild. In fact, Allen, you should know that even if the Assassin's Guild secretly establishes a stronghold in your territory without notifying you, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it once you found out.

But if you agree to this proposal, the Assassin's Guild will refuse to accept any missions targeting your tribe in the future, or will inform your tribe in advance after the mission is executed."

"Also, if the Green Field Tribe needs to gather information about other tribes in the wilderness in the future, the Assassin's Guild is willing to actively cooperate and offer your tribe corresponding discounts."

It was evident that the Assassin's Guild behind Albion had made ample preparations for this matter. When Allen raised the question, Albion began to reply in an organized manner.

"...Can I know why the Assassin's Guild has taken a liking to my tribe?"

Allen was still hesitant. After all, this was no small matter. According to his character, he still hoped to know more so that he could make a final decision.

"Because the future of your Green Field Tribe looks promising!"

When Albion came from the Elven Kingdom, he had to pass through Fort Murl. He had originally wanted to visit Allen at that time, but considering the difference in status and strength between the two sides, he ultimately held back.

He didn't want to visit Allen with joy, only to find that he couldn't even enter Allen's door, which would be too disheartening.

However, although he didn't visit Allen, Albion didn't miss the simple opportunity to take a look around Fort Murl.

The well-planned districts, the relatively clean and tidy environment, and the busy and fulfilled goblins all showed Albion a different kind of wilderness tribe.

This scene should not have appeared in the wild and desolate land of the wilderness. It should have been the territory of humans and dwarves, but it appeared among the lowest bloodline goblin tribe, which was indeed somewhat ironic.

"A tribe willing to spend countless resources and manpower, and a lot of time, to build a trade route thousands of miles long, is only your Green Field Tribe in the entire wilderness!

After opening up this trade route, your tribe will be able to effectively develop the resources around the Kator Mountains and attract countless adventurers to explore."

"In addition, the Kator Canyon itself has a superior geographical environment and is now the forefront of the northern wilderness. There is nothing wrong with the Assassin's Guild setting up a stronghold here in advance, right?"

Albion smiled slightly, complimenting the Green Field Tribe's advantages one by one.

"By the way, let me reveal a piece of news in advance: the Adventurers' Guild also has plans to establish a branch stronghold in your Fort Murl."

"..."

Allen was silent. He didn't expect that his tribe had already become a pearl in the eyes of others.

"Help me convey a message to the Assassin's Guild, saying that I thank them for their kindness, but this matter came too suddenly. Can you give me some time to consider it, and we can discuss it in detail after I finish dealing with the Alliance Competition?"

In the end, Allen still did not give Albion a definite answer, but Albion was obviously prepared for this. After hearing Allen say this, he smiled indifferently.

"Okay, no problem. I also know that Allen has always been cautious and needs time to think about everything."

"Then, with this glass of wine, I wish Allen a good start and a good result!!"

It seemed that the Assassin's Guild's attitude was much easier to talk to than expected. Just as Albion had analyzed for Allen before, with a behemoth like the Assassin's Guild, if they really wanted to forcibly establish a stronghold in Fort Murl, Allen might not be able to do anything about it.

"Thank you."

Allen raised the glass in front of him, nodded slightly, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The following banquet seemed a bit awkward. After Albion revealed his identity, Allen could no longer treat this elf assassin as an ordinary friend.

After some painless small talk and polite answers, the two parted ways.

Perhaps the only interlude along the way was when, upon settling the bill, Albion painfully took out a ruby, seeing the three-digit gold coin figure, and handed it to the half-elf female servant who had been waiting outside the private room, then fled this luxurious restaurant as if flying.

When Albion's figure completely disappeared from sight, Allen refocused his gaze, his face already filled with solemnity.

With the Green Field Tribe's current strength, introducing the tentacles of any powerful force would be a huge risk to the tribe.

Allen was not so arrogant as to think that he was already able to contend with any force in the Mansa Wilderness. Too many powerful forces have not surfaced in the public eye.

Their huge bodies are forever hidden in the dark underground, and just extending a tentacle is enough to make people feel a heavy threat.

If what Albion said was credible, then the Green Field Tribe would soon have two super forces extending their tentacles into Fort Murl. This was both a risk and an opportunity, depending on how Allen controlled it.

The mood that was originally meant to be relaxed became heavy all of a sudden with Albion's arrival.

In the following days, Allen simply moved outside the city, stayed with the tribesmen, supervised their daily training, and continued to ponder about the Assassin's Guild.

It was only a month before the start of the Grand Competition that the auction jointly hosted by the Oakwood Merchant Guild and the Winds of Nature Merchant Guild officially began, and Allen returned to the public eye.

The auction venue was chosen to be in the only opera house in the inner city of Mansha City. Originally, it was a place for a group of wilderness native nobles and wealthy merchants to indulge in artistic pursuits, but now, teams of solemn-faced, heavily armored wilderness natives were constantly entering and exiting.

Allen, on the other hand, didn't want to buy anything. The Green Field Tribe, which controlled the vital trade route of the Kator Canyon, had plenty of merchant guilds and caravans wanting to do business with them. Therefore, the Green Field Tribe had a natural advantage in collecting resources and equipment, and didn't need to painstakingly gather them like other tribes, some of which still hadn't prepared the necessary supplies for their tribe's participating teams.

However, he heard that inheritance crystals would be sold at the auction, which piqued Allen's interest. After all, more inheritance meant more strength, even if these inheritance crystals were just consumables.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Food God of the wilderness?"

Holding the invitation issued by the merchant guild, Allen walked alone into the second-floor box of the opera house, which was an area exclusive to Legendary-level powerhouses. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he met someone face-to-face. Before Allen could see the other person's face clearly, an eccentric tone had already hit him.

"I say, Chieftain Allen, if you have time, I wonder if you could make me a meal of your delicacies?"

"If you want to taste my craftsmanship, that's definitely not a problem, but I wonder if Elder Zani can afford the price for me to cook?"

Seeing who it was, Allen didn't hold back and retorted coldly.

"Heh heh heh, it's just cooking a meal, how much money could it cost? Name a price, and after the auction today, I'll treat a few people here to a meal, just to celebrate in advance!"

Zani, the elder of the Atira Stone Blind Barbarian Tribe, a Legendary powerhouse who had once cooperated with Allen but had a conflict over a trivial matter, glanced at Allen with disdain and then said loudly to the other Legendary companions around him.

"To have me cook, one Legendary crystal per meal!"

Allen stated his price indifferently, causing Zani's face to freeze on the spot.

"… You, you bastard, are you kidding me! It's just cooking a meal, who gave you the nerve to ask for such an absurd price!"

"Heh heh heh."

Allen shook his head and looked at Zani pitifully: "The value of my cooking is up to me to decide. If you don't have the capital, don't embarrass yourself in front of me!"

"Everyone, if any of you can afford this price, please remember to contact me! Oh, right, I forgot to introduce the contents of the dishes I make, lest some people talk nonsense and say I'm a swindler!"

"If anyone is willing to offer a Legendary crystal, then I will bring my own ingredients and make a Full Dragon Feast for a hundred people for the guest!"

"The Full Dragon Feast has eighteen magical dishes, which can bless the eater with eighteen different attributes of magical effects, with a continuous effect of more than 2 magic hours. At the same time, each dish can help various professions below the High-Order Peak break through bottlenecks, with extraordinary effects, and the probability is not low, especially for Dragon Vein Warlocks and Dragonkin…"

When Allen wanted to disgust people, his methods were also very clever. He actually started promoting his tribe's magical dish series in front of these Legendary colleagues. Regardless of whether there was such a thing as the so-called Full Dragon Feast, at least the level of the banquet he was talking about at this time was probably worth this Legendary specialization crystal.

"You, you…"

"As a tribe leader, a Legendary powerhouse, to actually be a servant to others, it's truly a disgrace to the Legendary title!"

Zani was ridiculed miserably, his face turning blue and purple. In the end, he suppressed the urge to attack, threw down a few harsh words, and turned around and left in a huff.

The remaining few Legendaries exchanged glances, awkwardly greeted Allen, and then left separately.

"Tch!"

Allen didn't even take this little episode to heart. A guy with such a narrow mind, he didn't know what great luck he had to get to where he was today.

Because of his relationship with the Oakwood Merchant Guild, Allen was assigned a good seat, located at the very top of the opera house. Looking down from the front left, he could clearly see the entire stage of the opera house.

The individual space was not narrow, accommodating 3-4 burly strong men was not a problem at all, of course, this did not include the ogre who was like a mountain of meat. The front was an open view area, and the sides were thick walls, the sound insulation effect seemed good.

Looking down, on both sides of the wide stage stood 4 mountain-like, obese figures, wearing heavy armor and holding a giant double-sided battle axe that was taller than them, guarding with unwavering eyes.

In front of the guards, were rows and rows of arc-shaped seats surrounding the stage, and many ordinary representatives of the wilderness tribes and stewards of the caravans had already taken their seats.

People continued to come and go. Allen, who thought he had arrived on time and would soon catch the prelude to the auction, did not expect to stay in this separate partitioned room for a full two magic hours. It wasn't until a wave of clamor came from under the stage that Allen poked his head out and saw that the Black Meteor Rotbone Gnoll Demigod Briken and the Bogard Troll Demigod Yalen had appeared in the auction house together.

The arrival of the two demigods forced everyone to get up to greet them. Even Legendary powerhouses like Allen needed to show respectful eyes and smiles, and only after watching them leave their sight could they sort out their emotions.

It seemed that all the tribes of the Mansha Alliance attached great importance to this Grand Competition, and even these two of the alliance's four pillars had appeared in Mansha City at the same time.

After these two demigod-level powerhouses slowly took their seats in the private room specially prepared for them, the normal auction finally rang the opening gong.

"Clang!!!!"

A middle-aged half-elf male wearing a rice-white silk dress and holding a delicate small wooden hammer slowly walked onto the chest-high lectern that had been prepared in front of the stage. He first bowed to the countless guests in front of him, cleared his throat, and then gently and rhythmically tapped the small hammer in his hand three times.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

"Welcome, distinguished guests, to the auction jointly hosted by the Winds of Nature Merchant Guild and the Oakwood Merchant Guild. Today, at this auction, various scrolls, potions, alchemy recipes, magic equipment, and countless resources from the Feyman World and other worlds will be sold."

"There is nothing you can't think of, nothing we can't find!!!"

"I declare that the auction has officially begun!!!"