Green Monster Epic

"You know, after spending so much time in Feynman's civilized world, only a place like this, which doesn't seem too big or too prosperous, can keep me feeling fresh."

"Whether it's your constantly evolving delicious food or the novel things you develop and explore, it always keeps me from getting bored."

Figglas quickly filled his hands with snacks and treats, walking around and looking left and right, sometimes stopping at a stall filled with the aroma of spices, or being attracted by a handsome face, while munching on snacks and chatting idly with Allen.

Figglas never deliberately said insincere things in front of Allen. He truly felt comfortable living in the Green Field Tribe, with countless females from various races from all over the world, ready to have in-depth exchanges with Albard, as well as delicious food and a rich and colorful daily life.

Anyway, whenever Albard woke up from his slumber, he could always find fresh things in the Green Field Plains and the Northern Territory, see brand-new buildings and magical tools, and most importantly, no one dared to openly hunt dragons, which saved Figglas a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Or, why don't you go and hook up with another female dragon and settle down in the Cato Mountains?"

Allen sized up the unrestrained appearance of the hobgoblin in front of him and said meaningfully.

"Screw you! !"

Figglas rolled his eyes. So many females in the wilderness were waiting for him to rescue them, how could he be so foolish as to go back and provoke those female dragons in the clan who only had muscles in their brains and were scheming for his treasure! !

In the bustling crowd, no one paid attention to Allen's unremarkable faces anymore. Occasional disturbances in the crowd were mostly caused by clueless guys who wanted to make a fortune in this crowded place, but were discovered by the Green Field Security Bureau thugs who were planted among them and were directly arrested.

The Green Field Tribe is much more civilized now. Unless someone commits murder and robbery in their own territory, causing a bad influence, other general acts of robbery, theft, and other criminal behaviors will not cause the arrested criminals to worry about their lives.

After all, the number of manors under the Green Field Tribe is increasing, and the demand for labor is also increasing day by day. The cost of hiring local or foreign laborers is relatively high, but if criminals are hired from the Green Field Prison to work, the cost is less than one-tenth, naturally becoming the most popular labor force for many manor owners.

After a leisurely stroll, Allen discovered that, in addition to the various foreign tourists carrying large and small packages of goods, the most eye-catching were the priests and preachers wearing robes of various colors, holding a scepter or a sacred book in their hands, and throwing a small spell of mental rejuvenation at anyone they saw, constantly chanting "Believe in our Lord and be safe, enter the kingdom of God".

The ocher robes of the preachers represent the Church of Nature, and the blood-red robes represent the Beast King Hall.

According to the priests' attire and the badges on their right chests, it is always easy to identify the churches behind them. Seeing these scenes, Allen's originally leisurely mood suddenly became a little uneasy.

He hadn't given these churches a clear answer yet, but they had already sent people to spread their faith and win over believers in the city. It seemed like they were disrespecting him.

But when you think about it carefully, he really has no reason to refute them. The behavior of major churches spreading their faith in various tribes has always been normal and free. Even in the Centaur Three Royal Court, the preachers of various churches can preach at any time. Only when they want to establish important strongholds such as churches and cathedrals will they consult the attitudes of the leaders of the tribes.

The reason why Allen felt offended was also related to his increased status, power, and prestige.

"It seems that these churches are sure that I have to agree to their request!"

Allen's casual words seemed random, but the two people beside him could feel a subtle anger.

"What's wrong? Do you want to fight with a certain church?"

Figglas rolled his eyes and directly began to instigate: "If you can't let go, I'll help you do this kind of thing, which can be regarded as completing your previous task."

"You wish!"

Allen was just saying it, but in reality, his rationality and the feedback from his divine consciousness were reminding him that he had not yet reached the point of breaking face with the temple churches.

"Since they are so anxious, then I really can't let them have their way!"

"Albard, think of a way to delay the things I told you before, and disgust these guys."

"Also, bring a message to Eric, Master Oscar, and Saintess Mona, and tell them to seize the time to prepare for the competition of faith! Our tribe and the tribes in the Northern Territory will open the door for them and give them better preaching opportunities."

"Then we..."

Albard hesitated, because there was a dragon avatar beside him.

"They are just bullying us for not being able to see the light, so they are so flamboyant, then I can't let these bastards get away with it!"

Allen rarely showed a bit of a vengeful mentality, although he knew that what he was doing would not have a good effect on the overall situation.

Figglas was secretly laughing on the side, it was rare to see this friend showing an image of gaffe, and now it was really interesting to see.

"Yes."

Albard replied in a deep voice, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the decision made by his patriarch.

The three of them seemed to be strolling around, but in reality, they were observing the impact of this food festival and the subsequent cooking competition. From the various faces coming and going, and the images of the magic chefs wearing rice-white chef robes and carrying a simple kitchen box behind them, this festival and competition, which had been prepared for more than two years, really had some influence.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the generous prizes offered by the Green Field Tribe: a set of legendary-level kitchen utensils, dozens of the latest magic recipe recipes, and magic dishes made by the God of Cookery himself.

These prizes would be tempting even for small and medium-sized forces, or a legendary powerhouse, let alone ordinary intelligent species who are at the bottom and have no way out and choose the chef profession.

When everyone learned about this news, many people decided to set off to the Green Field Tribe after only one or two magic hours of struggle. Even if some people were calm and rational enough, they couldn't resist making almost the same decision after weighing the pros and cons for a few days.

Everyone is from the bottom, even if they don't have the opportunity to make excellent dishes this time, they can also go to the holy city in their minds to admire it, which is also worth it.

Moreover, if there is a chance to enter the cooking academy for further study, or to steal a few tricks from other chefs' cooking during the competition, that is also a gain!

Not to mention that everyone comes from all over the world and has their own unique skills. Who can guarantee that the food they cook will not make people's eyes shine and leave a deep impression?

The rules of the competition clearly stipulate that even if it is not a magic dish or a low-level magic dish developed by oneself, as long as it can impress the judges, it can become the final winner.