Green Monster Epic

The outskirts of Green Lake City, originally a desolate and quiet scene, now have a few more hints of solemnity and dignity with the rise of seven or eight magnificent temples.

The major churches have been operating temples for many years and are well-versed in building grand chapels. Not only are various knight orders and spellcaster training grounds fully equipped, but even the academies belonging to each temple have begun to take shape.

"They aren't afraid of wasting resources!!"

Alan and Albard overlooked the drastically changed outskirts of the city from a high vantage point, watching groups of Green Leaf tribe children shuttling back and forth between the church academies and temples, and roared in a cold and stern tone.

It should be known that in recent years, the Green Field Tribe has focused on building school education covering all age groups. Although it cannot be said that all Green Leaf tribe children can receive a good education, at least talents will not be buried, and most tribesmen without professional talent can learn a skill to make a living before adulthood.

Now, as the tentacles of these church forces penetrate into Green Lake City, the first thing they do is to compete with the Green Field natives for the cultivation of newborn children, obviously intending to create obstacles for the Green Field tribe's ruling class from the root.

"I have already gathered families and leaders with more than a hundred people in the tribe and issued orders to them privately, absolutely not allowing their family children to go to the temple academy to study."

"The academies opened by the temples now recruit hundreds of students, basically children from the bottom of the tribe. What they value is that the temple academies do not charge tuition fees, and also provide basic teaching materials and equipment."

How could Albard not know the purpose of these temple leaders in vigorously building academies now? It's just that the other party is obviously playing a game of open conspiracy. As long as the Green Leaf tribe does not dare to turn against the Temple of Nature for a day, then they will not be able to do anything about the other party's methods.

Although from a long-term perspective, whether the temple establishes chapels to develop believers, or cultivates talents who are devoted to the temple from an early age, or stirs up the stability of the Green Field ruling class in the future, it actually has little impact on Alan's future layout, but these methods can indeed slow down Alan's pace and give the temple more buffer time.

Currently, more of the temple's power is still attracted by the civilization wars on the North and South continents. As long as the wars on these two continents stop, the temple that turns back will have enough power and energy to deal with Green Field, this wilderness anomaly, the competitor of the gods.

"Our church's pace can also be increased. While ensuring the necessary secrecy, from now on, there is no need to worry too much about preaching to the middle and high levels of the tribe."

"For those tribesmen who are unwilling to follow my path, even if we don't deliberately suppress them, we should still take precautions and not give them too many opportunities, so as not to become obstacles for other forces to hinder us."

Alan is not a narrow-minded leader, it's just that the tribe is facing a different situation now, so he naturally cannot be soft-hearted and allow external forces to interfere with his ruling foundation.

"Understood!!"

The aroma of food and spices in the city wafts in the air. Many foreigners dressed as chefs, carrying luggage behind them, shuttle through the wide roads, but they are preparing for the upcoming third Cooking Competition, familiarizing themselves with the city's food production, or temporarily going to the Green Lake City Library and Academy for further study.

In the dozen years that Alan was in seclusion studying cooking, the tribe held another Cooking Competition. Although this competition was not as dazzling as the first competition personally hosted by Alan, it still maintained the reputation of the competition through at least generous rewards and the rules of on-site appraisal and auction, attracting more excellent chefs to participate.

The third competition is still two years away, but there are already many foodies, magic chefs, and merchants who have heard the news, bringing a lot of traffic to Green Lake City, as well as the accompanying business opportunities.

"By the way, these are the dishes I cooked in the mountains. You can discuss how to distribute them."

Smelling the tempting aroma, Alan, reminded, took out a dozen food boxes from the dimensional bag and handed them to Albard for disposal, without any attachment.

The master-level dishes that were successfully cooked for the first time in the dragon's nest were long ago handed over to Albard and the others for disposal, so as not to waste the magic power of the dishes. Now, the dishes he took out are all failures of Alan's experiments in the past year or two.

Although these dishes do not meet the standards of master-level dishes, the texture of the ingredients and the cooking skills of the chef are all there, basically all of them are high-level dishes, which are most suitable as rewards for the tribe's talents.

"Chieftain, I'm afraid I have to tell you about one more thing."

After taking the food box handed over by Alan and putting it into his dimensional equipment, Albard's expression was a little hesitant, and finally he mustered his composure and said it.

"Miss Kora became a key target for human powerhouses when she was fighting with humans on the southern front because she was too brave. In a decisive battle five years ago, she fell into the calculations of humans and was severely injured by a human demigod-level mage and three legendary high-level powerhouses!"

"

Alan's expression froze, and he couldn't hide the look of concern in his eyes.

"Fortunately, Miss Kora is very strong. Although she was ambushed and severely injured, she still saved her life and withdrew from the encirclement."

"It's good that she didn't die!!"

Alan barely smiled, comforting himself.

"However, the killing game set up by the human powerhouses against Miss Kora was dangerous. Miss Kora's injuries are not light. The spies who came back to report said that even with the healing magic of two legendary priests, Miss Kora may not be able to recover to her peak within ten years."

"Now that Miss Kora's lifespan is not long, instead of letting her heal her wounds in a foreign land and do nothing, it is better to call her back"

Albard knows the status of this student, Kora, in Alan's heart, so he risked speaking up with his suggestion even when Alan was in a bad mood.

"What is she coming back for? To wait for death?"

Alan was certainly worried about this girl, Kora, but in order to give her a few more opportunities to break through, he still steeled his heart and roared with a cold face: "Instead of letting her die peacefully in bed, it is better to let her drain her last drop of blood on the battlefield with the honor of a warrior. This is the true home of our Green Field tribe's warriors!!"

"...I understand"

"Send someone to bring her a message, don't think that she can relax and become a sick ghost just because she is injured!! In the last few decades of her life, if she cannot successfully break through to the demigod level, she will not want to see me, or the last side of her little black-faced partner!!"

"...Yes."

"...In your name, bring her the best wound medicine from the tribe..."

"Understood."