Green Monster Epic

Not long after Allen went into seclusion, he returned to reality. After all, the purpose of his seclusion was not just to help the soon-to-be-dying Zeller advance to Legend and extend his lifespan.

"Chieftain."

Zeller reported in high spirits. His current appearance was vastly different from the way Allen had seen him on his sickbed a few days ago.

The earth spirit had now rejuvenated, and his withered, shriveled, and wrinkled skin had regained its vitality. Although it couldn't be said to be as delicate as an infant's, it at least had the image of a vigorous man in his thirties or forties.

Although his eyes, injured in his early adventures, had not recovered and his pupils were still gray, the range of his mental perception had expanded again after his advancement to Legend. The images he perceived now exceeded what normal human eyes could see.

"How do you feel about your current strength?"

Allen actually wanted to test Zeller's strength as a newly promoted Legend to see if this forcibly elevated Legend met his rightful position.

However, thinking that this child had just been promoted and was probably still confused, and might not even have had time to familiarize himself with the divine spells bestowed along with the divine grace, letting him fight himself now would probably not reveal anything.

"It's like a dream!"

Zeller indeed felt like he was in a dream. In his childhood, he might have fantasized about becoming a strong man like the chieftain, but as he grew older and reality wore him down, he had long recognized his own abilities and his dreams had been shattered.

But now, his dream had come true in one step, becoming one of the most outstanding existences among the billions of intelligent lives in the wilderness. Even now, Zeller felt it was very unreal.

"Work hard and study hard. Don't think that everything will be fine and you can stop making progress after being promoted to Legend. I will need you to play a greater role and shoulder greater responsibilities in the future."

"Your humble lamb will never forget the vision of our Lord."

"Yes!"

Allen nodded and continued, "Don't publicize your advancement to Legend. Just inform the city lords and Albard and the others in the clan."

"Understood."

Zeller's promotion to Legend as a combat priest was too conspicuous and too easy to expose. If anyone followed the line of his faith in a god, they would definitely find the Food God Society.

"Tell me, what divine spells can you cast now that you've been promoted to Legend?"

"These past few days, I have been inspecting myself at home. Compared to before, I now have one more level nine divine spell."

Zeller began to report his current situation to Allen in detail. Allen listened carefully and, with his current perspective and experience in dealing with other divine powerhouses, offered Zeller some suggestions.

Although the tribe had been searching for knowledge and books about divine occupations and churches for years, these things were related to forbidden beliefs in the Feyman world and were mostly in the hands of various church forces, with very few circulating outside.

Specialties and divine spells of divine occupationists like Zeller, apart from those automatically obtained through divine grace, are hard to come by. It is very difficult to find inheritance crystals and books that can be used for self-cultivation and learning. So far, the Green Field Tribe has only collected a few related books and not even a single specialty crystal.

"...For now, you should first learn a few legendary specialties that are common to druids, mages, and warlocks. As for legendary divine spells, I'll think of a way."

As Allen had expected, Zeller now had the strength of a Legend, but lacked the matching legendary divine spells and specialties. His strength was ridiculously inflated.

"...Understood."

"By the way, have someone notify Orenzi, Brenlan, and the others, and have them, the main cadres, come to the fortress. I have a meeting with them to discuss something."

"Yes, my Lord!"

The news of Allen's promotion to Saint had not yet reached the ears of the tribe, but Allen believed that they would get the information soon. He happened to have some ideas and wanted to take this opportunity, when the tribe would definitely request to hold a celebration for him, to add fuel to the fire of the Food God's faith.

Now, Allen finally felt the importance of the power of faith to himself, and if he wanted to obtain more power of faith, he had to expand the number of his believers.

The Food God Society could not yet spread its faith openly, but Allen was no longer satisfied with just developing believers in the tribe. He wanted to start planning and building a foundation in the wilderness and even the Feyman world.

The chieftain's summons was not to be taken lightly by anyone in the Green Field Tribe. After the messengers conveyed the order to Green Lake Town, Auro Town, Horse Ranch Slope, and other places, half a month later, the top echelons of the Green Field Tribe gathered together, a rare occurrence.

At this time, the news of Chieftain Allen's promotion to Saint had also spread, especially among the grassroots of the Green Field Tribe. Almost everyone knew this news, which made all the tribesmen feel proud and honored.

"Congratulations, Chieftain, on advancing to the strongest peak of Saint!!"

The high-level members of the tribe finally saw the chieftain who had been in seclusion and expressed their excitement to Allen with admiring and awed eyes.

"Everyone, don't just congratulate me, you should work harder to catch up with my pace!"

"Even I, as the chieftain, am working hard and making progress every day. Why can't you guys continue to learn and improve your professional knowledge and abilities?"

Allen never pretended in front of these high-level power holders in the tribe, even though these guys had always been submissive and obedient in front of him.

Allen knew very well that the attitude these guys showed in front of him was just a disguise. In reality, in places where they thought he couldn't see, these guys had done a lot of things that violated tribal rules and enriched their own pockets.

One family after another began to spread throughout the vast tribe, and each family represented a chain of interests involving hundreds, thousands, or even more lives.

And the origins of these chains of interests all pointed to the headquarters of the Green Field Tribe.

Seemingly having delegated power, Allen, through the intelligence bureau, the Food God Society, and other means, collected information that did not make the high-level goblins of the tribe think that he was ignorant of the actual situation of the tribe. He just felt that the current situation was still within an acceptable range and was not enough to carry out another purge.

It had not been a hundred years since the last high-level purge in the tribe, and the newly emerging power class had not completely lost its drive and motivation. Rather than letting the tribe fall into the turmoil of chaos and reconstruction again for a little bit of benefit, it would be better to maintain the status quo and let these guys exert their remaining heat.

Allen had figured it out. No matter how perfect the rules and laws seemed, they could not stop the desires of the human heart. There would always be smart people who would find loopholes to profit themselves and their families.

No matter how perfect the rules were, the people who ultimately implemented and supervised them in reality were always intelligent species with desires and pursuits, so it was naturally impossible for them to be as fair and selfless as imagined.

Since complete prohibition was impossible, Allen simply sat back and watched them continue their reckless behavior. When the middle and upper levels were rotten beyond repair, it would be the right time for Allen to cleanse and rectify them.

Anyway, he would live long enough to have plenty of time to try and err, and to choose the most suitable development method for the tribe.

"We are ashamed. How can we have the talent and ability of our old patriarch!"

A goblin manager flattered Allen with an exaggerated expression.

Allen glanced at him coldly, not even knowing his name. A bone-chilling chill arose from the goblin's heart, and finally, the goblin's eyes rolled back and he fainted to the ground.

The surrounding goblins looked at each other, not daring to say any more unnecessary words, obediently closing their mouths and nodding seriously.

"Patriarch, regarding the joyous event of your promotion to Saint, we have discussed it and unanimously believe that a grand celebration should be held."

"That's right. A few days ago, the Thorn Ring representatives and many tribes from the south sent people to find me, asking when the celebration would be held so that their tribal leaders could prepare gifts and come to congratulate you in person."

Orenzi and Brunran interjected in a timely manner, breaking the current cold atmosphere. After all, they were the leaders of this group of tribal officials and had the responsibility to help the knights out of their predicament.

"You can handle the celebration as you see fit. I won't be going out in the next year or two."

Allen nodded lightly, responding indifferently.

"However, since we are going to hold a celebration, why not also have the messengers sent to notify the various tribes help spread a message?"

"Patriarch, please instruct us."

"Tell them that after the celebration, I will be hosting a cooking competition. All intelligent races who love food and aspire to cook are welcome to participate."

"The winners will receive generous rewards, including magic dishes recipes, low and mid-tier magic equipment, various mid and high-tier potion ingredients, and even magic dishes cooked by my own hands."

"Ah?"

"Uh..."

Dozens of faces in the meeting room were shocked, no less than when they heard that Patriarch Allen had been promoted to Saint. But after absorbing the content of Allen's words, everyone invariably put on a happy smile.

The legend of Patriarch Allen's cooking skills is not only a well-known story in the Greenwood Tribe, but also the most magical method among many tribes in the Northern Border and even the Wilderness.

It is said that the delicacies cooked by Patriarch Allen can revive a dead person whose soul has flowed into the River Styx, can immediately enlighten a stupid person, give them talent in certain areas, and make them a promising individual, and can also allow a warrior whose strength has been stagnant for many years to suddenly advance by leaps and bounds and be directly promoted.

Even in this magical world, the various miraculous methods of Allen's cooking skills are enough to shock many ignorant people, filling them with reverie and expectation.

Although the Greenwood Tribe members do not have as high illusions about the ability of magic cooking as those outsiders, the reward of Patriarch Allen personally cooking a dish is still very tempting to these high-level members of the tribe.

The last time Patriarch Allen cooked personally was decades ago during the tribe's grand competition, rewarding the top ten winners. It is said that the tribe members who tasted that dish gained a lot, and each developed various talents that fit their combat abilities, becoming the top of the high-level peak powerhouses.

Some time ago, there were rumors that the tribe finally had another legendary seed on the path to legend, and it was said to be one of those ten people!

Regardless of whether the rumors are ultimately true, the reward of the patriarch personally cooking a dish is not just a simple reward for the Greenwood Tribe members.

"Patriarch, are you sure you want to do this?"

Orenzi asked uncertainly.

"Of course!"

Allen nodded, his tone unquestionable.

"Not only the cooking competition, but we also want to invite all kinds of foodies to participate. The competition judges will select the best among these foodies, and other foodies can also taste the various delicacies cooked by our Greenwood Tribe chefs!"

"At that time, our tribe's excellent magic chefs will also make hundreds of magic dishes with different special effects every day, for limited-time sale!"

"That would be quite a consumption!"

Brunran frowned and couldn't help but say.

"Therefore, I need you to start now, mobilizing the power of the tribe and the Adventurers Guild to search for and prepare various ingredients."

"Also, summon back all of our tribe's best chefs. Since we are holding this competition, we can't let outsiders win the spoils!"

"You must remember this for me. Our Green Lake Town is a famous gourmet city, and it will inevitably be a pilgrimage site for foodies and chefs in the future!"

"Yes!"

Listening to Allen's confident and majestic speech, everyone sat upright and responded.

"The funds and resources needed to prepare these things will be drawn from the tribe's public treasury. Except for the necessary daily expenses, all other materials from the Mur要塞 side will be sent to Green Lake Town!"

"Also, remember to invite the Oak Chamber of Commerce and the Nature Chamber of Commerce to purchase exotic spices and ingredients for us."

"Send a purchase list to the Drow Matrons, asking them to create a batch of exquisite magic accessories for us. If they are interested, you can also invite them to open a magic accessories store in Green Lake Town, so that they can promote their specialties during the cooking competition."

"Also, for the various races of the Thorn Ring, let them prepare in advance. If they are interested in participating in the cooking competition, they can participate, or if they are interested in setting up a store in Green Lake Town, they can also go."

"Yes."

The things Allen was preparing to do this time were too big. For a while, the tribe's dozens of high-level members could only be confused responders, nodding and memorizing blankly.

After Allen said the word "dismissed," these high-level members of the tribe gathered in twos and threes, constantly discussing and analyzing why this patriarch, who rarely asked about tribal affairs, would hold such a grand event.

However, after discussing for a long time, it was difficult for everyone to completely guess the far-sighted patriarch's intentions. The only thing they felt was that this grand ceremony might be a great opportunity for the various families to make a fortune.

Supervising and determining the consumption of various materials in such a lavish celebration was not easy. By the time it went through multiple hands, there would be opportunities to extract some resources from it.

Not to mention that the various families were also very confident in the talents they had cultivated and recruited. The various rewards earned at that time could just supplement the family's foundation.