Green Monster Epic

"… After the Magic Chef profession, along with the recipes you spread, creates a trend, the best time for you to establish a guild will be next."

"Regarding the guild, you'll probably have to shed some blood and take out a portion of the relevant recipes as important resources that chefs who join the guild can access. This is the only way to make the guild attractive and able to operate normally."

"Just like the Adventurers' Guild and the temples, chefs will only have the opportunity to receive new recipe rewards after completing corresponding contributions or becoming exclusive chefs of the guild, etc."

"… These recipes that my clan has managed to save will probably be emptied out before long."

Allen said with emotion.

"Anyway, I'm just providing you with suggestions. The final decision is up to you!!"

Figgles felt every inch of his skin and flesh slowly changing within his body, and a look of enjoyment and satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Those recipes you researched yourself that require legendary ingredients to cook, and the recipes that have been eliminated by your clansmen, you can just stuff them all in!!"

"Yes!! That's what I was thinking too!!"

Allen nodded slightly: "However, if we really do as you suggest, what do you think is the most important thing for us to do right now?"

"Hmm…"

Figgles was asked by Allen and really started to think seriously. This time, Allen provided suggestions for Figgles, and in order to repay Figgles, Allen did his best to cook all the ingredients that could be obtained from the thousands-of-pound deep-sea giant shark that Figgles hunted, allowing Figgles to rarely enjoy the feeling of being full.

Since Allen was so sensible, Figgles was embarrassed to perfunctorily treat him. He also had to seriously help Allen continue to make suggestions, so that Allen would remember her help today when he cooked for himself in the future.

"First of all, it must still be about the establishment of the Magic Chef system!!"

"Alchemists have several ranks: beginner, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster… We can also use the alchemist's rank system as a reference and divide our Magic Chefs according to similar ranks…"

"The only difficulty lies in how to fairly and justly rate the Magic Chef ranks. This is very crucial. After all, a profession like this is different from a combat profession. It is a very subjective skill and cannot be accurately quantified through individual strength."

"The alchemist's rating system is closely related to their recipes. It is effectively divided according to the difficulty of the alchemy recipes, and then through考核, any alchemist who can调配 a recipe of a corresponding difficulty level under the supervision of an examiner will obtain the corresponding rank."

"But I see that your tribe's recipes don't seem to have such a division??"

Figgles spoke meaningfully, and Allen nodded repeatedly as he listened.

"Indeed, in recent years, because recipes have always been the most important assets and secrets of the tribe, unless they are excellent and loyal chefs in the tribe, very few goblin chefs can learn all the recipes."

"And many of the recipes that I have researched myself require legendary ingredients or the ingredients of rare high-level magical beasts. The chefs in the tribe basically don't have the opportunity to collect these kinds of ingredients to make food and give judgments."

"Then it seems that the road you have to take in the future is very long!!"

Figgles looked at Allen sympathetically and said leisurely.

"Yes!!"

Allen also had a headache and couldn't help but rub his brow.

However, he quickly cheered up again. A broad road was right in front of him. Although it was full of thorns and roadblocks, it was still slightly less difficult than when Allen single-handedly developed and grew the Green Field Tribe to its current state.

"I can't do this alone. I have to go back to the tribe and organize a professional team to achieve our ideas faster."

"Of course, otherwise, you wouldn't be keeping so many goblins as decorations. It's better to leave this kind of thing to them to do, and you and I can supervise and observe from the side!!"

"When the time comes, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to accompany me to hunt some common magical beasts in the wild, so that the chefs in the tribe can judge the difficulty of the recipes through practical operations. This will definitely be more accurate."

"I can collect other ordinary materials through the tribe's channels, but magical beasts and some rare birds and beasts depend on luck or people like us to search for them."

Allen raised his head and expressed his sincere request to Figgles. With such a free labor force, it would be such a waste not to find something for him to do!!

"…"

Figgles looked at the bear goblin's seemingly sincere face with a straight face and was speechless. At this moment, he couldn't wait to punch him in the face.

"I won't let you help for nothing. All the delicious dishes that are made will let you satisfy your appetite first. You can be considered our external judge!!"

Allen said with a smile.

"…"

Figgles licked his tongue. In the body that had just been stuffed full, with Allen's words, another trace of saliva rippled in his mouth.

After finding Kerr, the girl, and handing over the delicacies that he had cooked and specially left for her, and chatting with her for a few more words, Allen left Moor Fortress with Figgles and headed towards Green Lake Town.

If you want to brainstorm and plan out the Magic Chef system, the most suitable place is Green Lake Town, which has the City of Delicacies. Although excellent graduates from the Culinary Academy have been leaving Green Lake Town to venture to farther places, the truly excellent chefs are either left to teach at the Culinary Academy or start their own businesses or take charge of cooking in other large restaurants in Green Lake Town.

Therefore, if you want to find the largest number of the most professional culinary professionals, it is more difficult in Moor Fortress. You still have to go back to Green Lake Town to search for these talents and let them help to find omissions and find a suitable rank division system.

Tris, the bear goblin mayor, has not been working less actively recently. Although he just passed his sixtieth birthday this year, his energy is not as strong as it used to be, but the large-scale tribal purge more than a year ago really made Tris feel a strong sense of crisis.

Several confidants he had cultivated were unfortunately pointed out in secret, saying that they were embezzling tribal property and accepting bribes, and when the things revealed in the anonymous letter were investigated, it turned out to be true.

The final result was that two key members who were originally likely to take over his class were demoted and reassigned to Fort Fate to be stationed for five years. There were also several with serious circumstances, two of whom were directly beheaded, and their corpses became dried corpses on the gallows outside the city. Several others were imprisoned and became coolies mining in the Auro Town mine.

Trist himself had painstakingly punished those disappointing fellows with stern measures, extricating himself from the mess and preserving his current position. However, he could clearly sense that the chieftain no longer trusted him as much as before, and there were always eyes secretly watching his every move.

For the sake of the family he had built, and for the sake of his children whose futures he had yet to secure, Trist now had to be on high alert, ensuring he remained in his current position.

“Town Chief, the chieftain has brought a troll and is waiting for you at the mountaintop castle.”

Due to his age, Trist had recently chosen to conduct his official business in the office area near Green Lake. Just as he was preparing to examine recent affairs, a goblin warrior burst through the door, panting as he reported.

“Ah?”

Trist was startled, but quickly regained his composure. He hadn't done anything out of line in the past year, so the chieftain's summons shouldn't be to make trouble for him.

“Alright, I'll head over there now.”

Trist tidied his clothes and appearance, glanced at the luxurious silk robe he was wearing, hesitated for a moment, and then directly took off the comfortable silk robe, replacing it with a relatively plain cotton sleeve shirt.

The mountaintop castle was originally Allen's residence, but later, as Allen was stationed at Fort Murl for a long time, he simply relinquished the castle, leaving it to the clan for daily office use.

Along the way, Allen and Figglas discussed many things, and the plans for the Magic Chef system and guild were further enriched. After arriving at Green Lake Town, Allen also prepared to organize manpower and begin implementing the things they had discussed along the way.

As a pillar of the tribe, Allen's greatest advantage over the likes of Maggot Eye and Arier was perhaps his unrivaled prestige within the tribe. Every decision he made, even without discussion among the tribal elders, could be forcefully implemented by him alone.

And precisely, Allen himself was a leader who never looked back. As long as he had carefully and cautiously considered something and concluded that it had significant implications for the tribe and his own future, he would make a decisive decision and quickly begin to implement it.

Although Allen's actions might lead the tribe into the abyss due to a single decision, at least during the Green Field Tribe's two hundred years of rule, Allen had basically not made any mistakes. Every choice, when reviewed now, was almost the best and most ideal choice.

After all, in terms of ability and foresight alone, none of the hundreds of thousands of people in the Green Field Tribe seemed to be able to compete with Allen in this regard.

“Chieftain, you summoned us?”

Trist was at least a high-level combat professional. Although his strength was now declining, his foundation was still there. Climbing a mountain that was only a few hundred meters high was not difficult for him.

Behind him were the Legendary Commander Swala, whom he had brought along as company, and the heads of several important departments in the town.

“Mm.”

Allen was continuing to chat with Figglas about the details of the Magic Chef system. When he heard the movement at the door, he merely glanced over with his peripheral vision and replied indifferently.

“…As for the name of this guild, I think 'Food God Guild' would be good, simple and clear.”

Figglas raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Allen, because the intrusion of Trist and the others had prevented him from saying an important sentence, but he believed that Allen would understand the deeper reason for his suggestion to use this name.

“Wouldn't it be too ostentatious?”

Allen did not stop his discussion with Figglas because of the arrival of Trist and the others, and asked hesitantly.

“What's ostentatious about it? The outside world has already spread rumors about you, the Food God, making you seem almost like a deity. Who doesn't know that the famous Food God is a bear goblin leader located on the northern border of the wilderness!”

Figglas didn't think so, and even turned to look at Trist and the others, asking: “What do you say, is that right?”

Although the troll in front of them had a friendly face, being able to talk so closely with their leader meant that he was an equally strong individual. How could Trist and the others dare to be negligent, nodding repeatedly in response: “Yes, it is!”

“Yes!!”

Swala was quite curious as to why this strange troll could receive such a close attitude from his idol, the leader. In the depths of his eyes, due to the progress he had made in recent years in diligently practicing his legendary expertise, the resulting strong self-confidence had given rise to a slight hint of fighting spirit.

He was fortunate to have been transferred by Allen from Fort Murl to Green Lake Town for intensive training, otherwise, based on his actions as a commander in Fort Murl, a large number of problems would definitely have been uncovered during the major purge. Although, as one of the tribe's few legendary powerhouses, major punishment would certainly not fall on Swala, but at least Allen would give Allen a lecture, or use the excuse of testing Swala's strength to severely beat this guy, that would be unavoidable.

And since arriving in Green Lake Town, Swala had become frightened and awestruck after almost being successfully assassinated, and under painful reflection, he had indeed picked up the tempering of his strength and the learning of legendary expertise that had been left behind for a long time.

This also allowed him to pay less attention to tribal power matters after arriving in Green Lake Town, but instead avoided this purge.

“Okay, let's use this name then.”

After receiving confirmation from others, Allen had no other worries and nodded solemnly to make a decision.

After making this decision, Allen turned his attention back to Trist and the others, who were standing obediently in two rows.

“I now need a group of people. I'll give you one day to draw up a list for me. Tomorrow morning, I want to see this list appear on the desk in the castle.”

More than a year ago, although Allen himself only came to Green Lake Town a few times, staying for two or three days before leaving, and seemed to pay insufficient attention to the major cleanup in Green Lake Town, in reality, through the detailed information reported by the devout believers of the Food God Society, he was well aware of the various violations that Trist, Swala, and other high-level officials had committed.

It was just that too much garbage had been swept out during the tribe's last major cleanup and rectification, causing a shortage of mid-level backbone members in the tribe. And it was rare to find capable and loyal high-level officials like Trist, plus the things they had done were not big in nature, so Allen simply pretended not to see it, letting Trist and the others clean up the mess and letting them off.

But this did not mean that Allen had forgiven these guys. His stern attitude towards them at this time was his silent warning to them.

“May I ask, Chieftain, what kind of people do you need?”

Trist mustered his courage and asked nervously.

“The list of the most outstanding chefs in Green Lake Town, I want at least fifty people!!”

“By the way, help me prepare a spacious and secluded place. I want to discuss some things with them, and the time required may be a bit long. Remember to help them prepare all the necessary living supplies.”

“Yes.”

“Also……”

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