Green Monster Epic

"Anyway, ever since I was little, whenever the elders of my clan told us various legends and stories from afar, they would always sternly warn us, 'Never have any major dealings with that one, and never believe any promise that comes out of His mouth!'"

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Allen was a little surprised, not expecting Figglas to give such a clear-cut opinion. Although there wasn't much substantial evidence behind this opinion, only some advice from the dragon elders.

"Exaggerated?"

Figglas shrugged indifferently, with an attitude of indifference: "I haven't had any contact with that one. Anyway, the old guys in the clan always use various legends to scare people!"

"..."

Figglas didn't seem to have much malice towards the Spider Queen Rose, but Allen had to carefully consider the advice given to the younger generations by the dragon elders. If something hadn't really happened, or if a dragon understood the Spider Queen, they probably wouldn't have left these reminders for the dragon descendants!

However, Allen himself didn't have complete confidence in the path ahead. Even though he had now advanced to the level of a Saint and mastered the means to stimulate divine power, he was undoubtedly the most powerful figure in the Fayman world.

At his current height, if purely based on the natives of the Fayman world, he had obviously reached the end. Even if he faced the incarnations of those high-ranking deities, he had enough confidence to deal with them, because he still had the will of Fayman as his backing, and he didn't have to be hostile or targeted by the will of Fayman like the deity incarnations, who could be expelled from the Fayman world at any time.

However, on the path to becoming a god, Allen was only just taking the first step. In the future, there would be situations far more difficult and dangerous than he had experienced in recent years, and even more powerful opponents lurking in the dark, waiting for him to reveal a flaw and deliver a fatal blow.

This was a steel cableway with no turning back. He could only move forward resolutely without regret, otherwise, what awaited him was not only the fall of his own life, but also the destruction of the entire tribe.

No one would allow a tribe that believed in evil gods to continue to exist in this world. As soon as Allen fell, the Green Field Tribe would face the disaster of extermination.

The burden on his shoulders was too heavy, causing Allen to feel immense pressure in his heart. Therefore, when others threw out tempting olive branches, he would go against his own heart and seek some kind of assistance and help to strengthen his confidence.

"So you think the other party's proposal is not worth the risk?"

Every choice has risks behind it, it just depends on whether the risk is proportional to the return and whether it is worth it.

"Based on my experience, the more the other party gives, the greater the return they want. Think about it carefully, is your own value worth the other party paying such a high price?"

What Figglas was saying now was obviously not very consistent with his usual style. A dragon who had always seemed greedy would actually say such rational words, which surprised Allen somewhat.

"Don't think I usually act crazy and greedy, but I can live to this day without encountering too powerful enemies. It's impossible that the goddess of luck blesses me every time!"

"Every time I choose a prey, I carefully and meticulously screen it to make sure that there is no overly powerful backer behind the target, and no means that can pose a fatal threat to me before I act!"

"I only believe one sentence, you can only enjoy a good life and create all kinds of miracles if you live well first."

"Besides life, freedom is something I will never give up!"

"A life without freedom, no matter how stable and peaceful, is very uncomfortable for me, because it means that my behavior and decisions are no longer under my own control!"

Figglas was, after all, an old guy who had lived for more than three thousand years, and his life experience was naturally much richer than Allen's. At this time, seeing him say such a profound truth earnestly, the irritable emotions in Allen's heart gradually disappeared, and he himself became rational and calm again.

The divine consciousness had already analyzed the various pros and cons very thoroughly. From the results, if Allen agreed to the other party's proposal, the gains were actually worth the effort, if the other party's proposed subordinate god had a time limit.

However, after Allen calmed down and re-examined his heart, he suddenly realized that he had already made a choice, but his previous confused state of mind had affected him, making him feel confused.

Allen asked himself, his character has always been self-reliant and self-improving, and he would not pin his hopes on others. At the same time, he would not be willing to be inferior to others and be controlled by others.

This can be seen from the fact that even when he was attached to the powerful Oak Church, he would still support the Tantin Society as a means to contain the Oak Church, which shows Allen's character.

When he was weak, he was controlled by others for survival, which could be said to be for survival, but now that his situation has become so strong, and there is almost no existence in the Fayman world that can threaten him, if he bowed his head and went against his nature for the sake of profit and risk, wouldn't Allen's struggle in this life become a joke?

If the Spider Queen Rose's proposal could be made one or two thousand years later, when Allen was struggling to explore and constantly running into walls, perhaps Allen would have considered agreeing at that time, but now is the time when Allen is high-spirited and ambitious, how could he succumb to others for the sake of interest rather than survival without even trying!

Having figured this out, Allen's mood suddenly became relaxed, and he no longer entangled with the seemingly tempting terms.

"Hoo!!"

Allen, whose eyes regained clarity and calmness, looked gratefully at this unrestrained friend: "For your words today, I have decided to personally cook another meal to express my gratitude!!"

"However, as for the ingredients, it depends on what you can find in the next magic hour!"

"Tsk tsk, I open my heart and lungs to solve your doubts, and I only get a meal in return. Do you think it's enough?"

Figglas's eyes lit up, and then turned into a disgusted expression.

"You should be content. I am now a dignified Saint, and it's already giving you a lot of face to cook for you personally. Look at how many people have received such treatment before!"

Allen also squeezed out a rare retort, with a smile on his face.

"Humph!"

Figglas shook his head helplessly, but he didn't intend to leave to find ingredients. Instead, he reached out and groped around his waist, and suddenly a dimensional bag appeared in his hand.

Whoosh...

He loosened the mouth of the bag towards the ground, and countless ingredients slid out of the bag, piling up into a small mountain more than a meter high on the ground.

"You only said to make a meal, but you didn't say how many dishes there would be in this meal."

"It just so happens that I collected a lot of high-quality ingredients when I was playing outside these days. You can make them all, just to fill my stomach!"

The dragon who had previously told Allen not to be blinded by interests now once again showed his greedy nature, making Allen stand in front of that pile of various ingredients, feeling a little dumbfounded.

"You came prepared!!"

"This is the reward you need to pay!!"

Bending down to check the various kinds of ingredients on the ground, Allen, although disgusted and helpless, was also somewhat eager to try.

The quality of the ingredients that can be seen by dragons is definitely beyond doubt. Some ingredients are even the first time Allen has seen them, and he has to pick a little and put them in his mouth to taste.

As a chef who truly loves cooking, when he sees so many excellent ingredients in front of him, I am afraid that no one can resist such a great temptation. Allen, who rolled up his sleeves, also took out his kitchen utensils from the dimensional bag, and put on a serious face and began to prepare.

Soon, a strong exotic fragrance floated over this lonely mountain peak, attracting countless beasts and birds in the mountains and at the foot of the mountain, but they were deterred by the aura left by the dragon and did not dare to cross the thunder pool for a step, and could only futilely let out a series of roars and chirps from outside the safe range.

When several dishes were made, the magical elements in the mountain peak would also resonate with the surging magical aura contained in those dishes, and then produce various anomalies on the top of the mountain, sometimes lightning and thunder, and sometimes fire rain gathering.

Allen concentrated on the kitchen utensils in front of him, the ingredients in the pot were flying up and down on the iron pot, and the Food God's domain had already been activated spontaneously when Allen began to cook, and with Allen's movements and the kitchen utensils and ingredients in his hand, a piece of invisible waves rippled.

Figglas's amber vertical pupils on the side were even more staring, staring at every movement of Allen, constantly twitching his nose to smell the mouth-watering fragrance, wishing he could also learn this skill, and he would not have to keep chasing Allen to ask for food in the future.

It's a pity that Figglas, this powerful dragon, is a genius in many aspects, but his ability in cooking is mediocre. It may not be a problem to make some home-cooked dishes, but he has not yet entered the door for the various things of magic dishes.

In the depths of the vertical pupils, there is a golden light flashing. The energy rippling in the Food God's domain, which ordinary people cannot see, shows faint traces in the eyes of the vertical pupils containing golden light.

The light of wisdom is in the depths of his eyes, greedily peeking at the most powerful and mysterious power in this world, and the focused earth bear spirit in front of him is also the exquisite artwork that he, Figglas, has painstakingly created.

"...Okay!!"

Allen made a chic stir-fry, and the last bit of soup in the delicate iron pot was scooped up by him without leaving a drop, and placed on the crystal dinner plate that had been prepared early.

"Come on! Get ready to eat!"

"Okay!"

Figglas wiped away the dragon saliva that had quietly left the corner of his mouth, excitedly took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks and ran over, and began to devour the dozen or so delicious dishes on the simple ice table.

"Heh~~"

"So fragrant~"