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The punishment was neither painful nor itchy. Alan let it go in one ear and out the other. If they were capable, they could come to his tribe to demand compensation, and see if he would even bother with them!

As for apologies, Alan was very straightforward, directly saying in front of this group of people: "I'm really sorry, I originally thought Marvin, your strength should be able to withstand my slash, but I didn't expect that I overestimated you. Next time, I will definitely remember to restrain my strength a bit, and will definitely not let you suffer such serious injuries again!"

As soon as these words came out, Marvin, who had been helped up and was standing with difficulty below, suddenly had a hint of green on his ashen face. He spat out another mouthful of stagnant blood and fell backward, obviously angered to the point of fainting by Alan.

"Enough!!"

Da Vinci roared, his staff heavily hitting the void, and a ring of fire quickly spread outward, stirring up a few sparks of fire rain that fluttered and fell to the ground.

"Return to your tribe!!"

"Alright!!"

Alan shrugged. No matter how furious Da Vinci appeared, he was now on equal footing with him. The reason Alan obeyed the other party's orders and punishment was more out of respect for the other party and consideration for the alliance's unity, after all, the camp he represented was the largest in the alliance.

"Goodbye everyone, have a good journey, and good luck!!"

Alan cupped his hands in farewell, and with a sudden tremor under his feet, his body shot out like a cannonball, quickly disappearing into the vast northern night.

"Give this to Marvin to drink."

Da Vinci watched Alan's departing aura, his eyes deep, not knowing what he was thinking. After regaining his gaze, he took out a crystal bottle exuding a strong magical aura from his dimensional storage and casually tossed it down, helplessly helping Alan clean up the mess.

On the way back, Alan was refreshed. The pent-up frustration in his heart for a long time had vanished. This time, he took the initiative to find Marvin, this unlucky fellow, firstly because the other party's actions before had indeed made him very annoyed, wanting to teach him a lesson, and secondly, to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, finding someone powerful in the eyes of others to make an example of, to let everyone know the consequences of offending him, as well as his tough methods and strength.

The reason why he chased after him from afar to this place far away from the Green Field Tribe was also the result of Alan's private communication with Da Vinci. At least, he couldn't act when Da Vinci, Briken, and the other three pillars were present, otherwise, it would be difficult for them not to react, otherwise, the alliance would be shaken if it wanted to maintain its current state.

Now it was just right, Alan seized the opportunity to slap Marvin's face hard, and Da Vinci's timely arrival also allowed things to come to an end. The two of them then put on a show in front of outsiders, and the aftermath would just pass.

Could it be that Marvin really had the confidence to dare to kill his way back and seek revenge on Alan?

As for Alan, he didn't care. Anyway, Marvin didn't know what was wrong with him, ever since he advanced to demigod, he had been at odds with him. Now that the two sides had completely torn their faces, it was nothing. Which tribe in the wilderness didn't have one or two mortal enemies!

Before dawn, Alan returned to the majestic Green Lake City once again. Without waiting for the temple envoys in the manor on the mountainside to show their faces, Alan plunged into his castle on the top of the mountain and had people raise the protective shield again, signaling "Do Not Disturb."

It wasn't until two or three days later, when the news that Marvin and Alan had fought and ended up seriously injured spread back to the city, that the protective magic罩 on the mountaintop castle slowly dissipated.

The natural temple envoys, who had been anxious and wanted to see Alan as soon as possible, calmed down for two days, and then collectively visited again. This time, Alan didn't find any reason to refuse, and received this group of envoys in the castle on the top of the mountain.

The reason for the meeting between the two sides was not difficult to guess. The goal was the same as the wilderness tribes, wanting to negotiate with Alan about the distribution of his magical dishes.

Although the temple churches had powerful gods as their backing, and the churches themselves had a complete education and training system, it was almost impossible for a generation of strong individuals to be cut off. Even each generation in the church had a saint-level existence sitting in town, and they were not short of strong individuals.

However, in this turbulent era, the strong individuals promoted by the grace of the gods were ultimately unstable in their foundations and their strength was slightly weak, and they also consumed the power of the gods themselves. If they could cultivate more seeds of the strong through other means, it would be a great achievement for the church and the gods. Which force would dislike having a large number of strong individuals under their command!

However, after the incident with Marvin, Braun and other powerful figures in the church who came to negotiate with Alan were more amiable and polite. Even if the negotiations reached a deadlock, they did not have any overly激烈的behavior.

After several days of intense and fierce negotiations, it ended with Alan providing five dishes to the temple every thirty years after he had completely mastered master-level cuisine, and at the same time agreeing to the establishment of a grand chapel by each church in Green Lake City. In exchange, the Green Field Tribe could have the right to open the entire area of the treasured library of each church from the date of fulfilling the promise, and to send students from the Green Field Tribe to the internal training institutions under each church.

Alan originally planned to take this opportunity to promote a charter for peaceful coexistence with the churches in order to facilitate his subsequent promotion of the Food God Church's development, but the result was not satisfactory. The churches' resistance to heretics and churches was deeply rooted in their bones. Even if they deliberately ignored the existence of the Food God Church in the face of reality at this moment, wanting to put the Food God Church on the surface was still a road full of thorns and dangers.

After finally negotiating everything with the churches, the envoys who received the unsatisfactory results did not leave immediately, but directly began to discuss the location of the new chapel with the managers of Green Lake City, and purchase building materials, etc., with the appearance of wanting to implement the establishment of the grand chapel as soon as possible.

Alan watched these church envoys' actions coldly. Although he had dissatisfaction in his heart, he could only bear it silently. The pent-up frustration that had just been vented was slowly deposited in his heart again.

"Chieftain!"

The still white-haired gnome Archmage Albard reappeared in front of him, but his energy and spirit had more endless vitality. It seemed that he had gained a lot after eating the 'Thunder Pool' dish that Alan had rewarded him with. Although he was still in the early stage of legend at this time, judging from his appearance and demeanor, the middle stage of legend should be a sure thing, and Alan no longer needed to worry about him.

"According to your instructions, I have already gathered the other six tribal leaders of the Thorns Ring to the Nauer Fortress. Now Chief Tim, Chief Bobier, and the others are waiting for you to come over at the Nauer Fortress."

"Okay, thank you!"

Alan nodded, patted the child's shoulder in front of him, both happy for him and gratified that he would have this capable helper for the next hundred years.

"Work hard, you also need to think more about the things I told you last time. There are many ways to advance to the high stage of legend. It's not a bad thing to plan ahead now!"

"Understood."

Arbad lowered his head gratefully, fully understanding the meaning of Alan's words. If spoken in the wilderness, they would likely attract countless legendary powerhouses eager to pledge their allegiance.

"By the way, where's that little girl, Coeur?"

Besides the 'Thunder Pool' reward for Arbad, Alan also had two dishes in his dimensional bag, one of which was specifically prepared for his student, Coeur.

There are hundreds of wilderness powerhouses, and Alan, in his current position, has basically seen them all, but he hasn't found anyone whose talent and strength can compare to his student. While Coeur's special treatment from Alan might involve some bias, it's mainly because her character and talent are truly outstanding, giving her a high chance of breaking through to demigod status.

Since his student possesses such talent, Alan, as her teacher, is naturally willing to invest all his efforts in nurturing her. If he can truly cultivate this child into the tribe's second demigod, then the achievement of having two peak figures in the tribe would not only elevate the Green Field Tribe's status in the alliance but also potentially make her a reliable assistant when he ascends to become a God-King in the future.

"Elder Coeur has gone to play in the Catoer Mountains again and probably won't be back for a few days."

Upon hearing Alan's inquiry, Arbad replied in a deep voice. The fact that he could answer without hesitation showed that he was now focused on wielding the power of the Green Field Tribe.

"Have someone call her back and tell her I need her for something."

Coeur's aptitude isn't bad, but she's too easily distracted in certain matters. Although Arbad didn't explain why Coeur went to play in the Catoer Mountains, Alan knew it was definitely related to Drizzt Do'Urden, the dark elf.

Coeur and Drizzt have been partners for nearly a hundred years and are still deeply in love. While their happiness brings Alan comfort, it also inevitably makes him somewhat dissatisfied.

Such an excellent student is wasting her precious time on matters of love. It would be understandable if they were producing outstanding offspring, but since their racial differences make it impossible for them to have children, they are simply indulging in pleasure and wasting time, which Alan, at least, finds unacceptable.

After several reprimands, Coeur did restrain herself somewhat. However, after reaching the high-tier of Legend, Coeur found it increasingly difficult to break through. Even if she had a pure heart and unwavering determination, she would still experience negative emotions in her repeated, hopeless pursuit of a path forward, eventually returning to romantic love to soothe herself.

"Then I'll send someone to find her now."

"Wait!"

Alan stopped the gnome who was about to leave, then raised his hand and tossed an object. Arbad quickly used Mage Hand to catch it securely. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the fire-based magic dish that the dragon Figglas had coveted. Although it was stored in a warm jade food box, it felt like holding a warm stove.

"This 'Volcano' is entrusted to you to handle. Whether you choose a loyal and talented child from the tribe or the Church of the Food God to consume it is up to you."

Alan directly entrusted such a precious item to Arbad, which the gnome had never expected, but it also demonstrated Alan's high regard and trust in him.

"Chieftain, you should personally select a suitable candidate for this dish!"

Arbad wanted to decline.

"I don't have the time to handle such trivial matters. The flaws of magic dishes are obvious. Even in a special food box, they can't be stored for long. Changes in the dish's temperature or taste will cause the loss of its special effects and magic power, so using it as soon as possible is the best way to maximize its value."

Alan didn't care who consumed this priceless dish. He only cared whether it ultimately created the greatest value and whether it could help the tribe cultivate another seed of Legend.

As for the specific operations, he believed that Arbad would naturally handle them properly and wouldn't disappoint him.

"Remember, after Coeur returns, have her come to Narmore Fortress to find me!"

While instructing Arbad, Alan opened the castle window, leaped down, and sped eastward.

Even after reaching the status of a Saint and having countless talents under his command to share the burden, Alan still felt like he had endless tasks to complete. He rushed to Narmore Fortress, where Nicol, Finchy, and the leaders of several other tribes rushed to meet him. Even Theodore, the usually aloof dark elf guardian, appeared before Alan.

"Lord Alan, did you call us here because you have something to say?"

Zolff, the chieftain of the Uruk Tribe, asked knowingly, his respectful demeanor seemingly very obedient.

The other leaders also looked nervous and excited, gazing at Alan with expectant eyes. They couldn't even wait for the agreed-upon meeting time and ran directly to Alan's Green Fort to corner him.

"It seems everyone has many opinions?"

How could Alan not know the inner calculations of these profit-driven guys? However, they were now his most important base, and whether he wanted to deter the Temple or have a decisive voice in the alliance, he couldn't do without the support of these tribes.

"How could that be? We know your character, Lord Alan, and you would never treat us, your own people, unfairly."

The group looked intimate. Being passively involved in receiving envoys on Alan's behalf this time had tied them tightly to Alan. In the eyes of outsiders, they were one and the same.

To continue maintaining this close relationship, Alan naturally needed to continue investing in them. He couldn't possibly need these guys to stand up for him while letting them fend for themselves.

"Everyone present has personally experienced the negotiations between me and the alliance, so I won't repeat the details."

"Compared to the Mansa Alliance, I naturally care more about the Thorns Ring organization and my close relationship with everyone. Even if the alliance is strong, we in the Northern Territory won't get much benefit. Instead, if we in the Northern Territory want to continue surviving on this land under the threat of the Northern Elf Kingdom, we need to work together and unite."

"The strength of my Green Field Tribe alone is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of the elves. Only when our major tribes advance and develop together will we have the qualifications to contend with them when we encounter an elven army invasion like before!"

"Therefore, the gates of my tribe's Culinary Academy will be fully opened to everyone. As long as you send suitable talents, the teachers in my tribe's academy will definitely nurture them wholeheartedly."

"As for those master-level dishes, once I fully master the secrets and have a good chance of success, I will share them with you!"

"Aside from the requirements I promised to the alliance and the Temple, I would like to make a statement to everyone here. After I completely master the skills of these dishes, I will also organize an auction for one dish every thirty years outside the organization. At that time, we will all sit down together and discuss the ownership of this dish, how about that?"