Green Monster Epic

Even knowing that the chances of the two masterpiece dishes that the Greenwild Tribe would ultimately present as the grand finale reaching his hands were slim, when the auction actually began, the subordinates of various forces still tried to bid, ultimately pushing the value of a masterpiece dish to a million gold coins, almost rivaling the price of an ordinary legendary equipment.

As expected, the two masterpiece dishes were acquired by the demigods Briken and Allen respectively. The representatives of the other three major pillar tribes of the wilderness couldn't help but feel regretful. If their own tribe's pillar had participated in this auction, perhaps they would have been qualified to continue bidding!

At this point, Briken and Allen were secretly glad that the Temple Church forces had withdrawn early. Although they later learned about the Greenleaf Tribe putting up two masterpiece dishes for auction, the conflict between the two sides had intensified. To maintain its prestige, the Temple would not send people to bid at this time to support the Greenwild Tribe.

Briken and the others each achieved their biggest goal in coming to the Greenwild Tribe this time, and they hadn't even exercised their rights in the alliance. If these masterpiece dishes were indeed effective, then when Allen fulfilled his promise to cook ten dishes every thirty years for the alliance members, they could obtain another dish, focusing on cultivating several excellent successors. The reality of having no successors, which they had been worried about, would be resolved.

With this in mind, Briken and the others were no longer so eager to pressure Allen to fulfill his promise. After purchasing the set of seven masterpiece magic dish recipes and the corresponding cooking technique books from the Greenwild Tribe, the envoys who came to participate in the competition from the alliance left one after another.

It was difficult for Allen and the others to know whether these envoys had gained anything, but he was certain that the Greenwild Tribe had recouped all of their investment in hosting the four cooking competitions, and even had a significant surplus.

The value of masterpiece dish recipes was beyond doubt. Even though no other magic chefs besides Allen himself could currently cook masterpiece dishes in the Feyman World, who could guarantee that their tribe wouldn't produce a masterpiece magic chef in the long run, or which tribe wouldn't want to cultivate one!

Compared to the resource demands of professions like forging and alchemy, the early and mid-stage cultivation of magic chefs requires the least investment. Ordinary beasts, cultivated grains and vegetables, basic magic plant materials, etc., can all become resources for magic chefs to hone and improve their skills. Moreover, through years of research on the effects of magic chefs, it has indeed been able to increase the chances of success for the backbone of the tribe. The number of professionals advancing in various tribes has increased to varying degrees in recent years, thanks to the subtle effect of magic dishes improving individual physiques.

Since the effects are significant, greatly benefiting the tribe, and do not require too much cultivation cost, unless the ruling class of the tribe is stupid, they will naturally be willing to cultivate magic chef professionals belonging to their own tribe.

For this seemingly small hope, the rulers of various tribes were not stingy with some external wealth. Although the price of the Greenwild Tribe's set of seven masterpiece dish recipes was still painful even with a discount, none of the more than one hundred member envoys from the alliance who came to participate in the cooking competition gave up the intention to purchase the recipes.

Countless materials and wealth were thus taken into the Greenwild Tribe's possession, replenishing their tribe's originally somewhat depleted public treasury. At the same time, Albard and the others could foresee that the Oak Trade Group would continue to send them a large amount of wealth and materials for a long time to come.

Allen didn't feel sorry for being forced to sell two masterpiece dishes. Now that he truly possessed the cooking skills of a masterpiece chef, as long as he had enough time and the tribe provided enough ingredients, countless masterpiece dishes would flow from his hands. And given Allen's own emphasis on the tribe, the number of times he would cook masterpiece dishes in the future would definitely not be small, so masterpiece dishes would inevitably not be scarce.

Allen also didn't care how much wealth the recipes he took out would bring in, as long as this wealth could ultimately help the tribe improve its potential and development, that would be enough.

He didn't even personally listen to Albard's report on the income from selling the dishes and recipes this time, and quietly left Green Lake City through the spiderweb-like underground passage beneath his castle in the middle of a deep night, disappearing without a trace.

Seven days later, in Mansha City, in an inconspicuous small tavern in the slum north of the city, a figure flashed out of the shadows, stirring up a gust of wind. Before the surrounding people could see the person's face clearly, the figure disappeared into the dark doorway.

Rarely taking out that dusty spider silk cloak from his dimensional bag, Allen didn't know how long it had been since he had once again set foot in this tavern, which was particularly mysterious from the outside.

Although the tavern was small, there were quite a few warriors consuming inside. Almost every table was occupied by one or several warrior figures exuding a cold aura. When Allen's cloaked and masked figure appeared in this small tavern, it immediately attracted countless pairs of eyes.

Allen didn't take these gazes to heart and went straight to the passage behind the bar. Just when the other prying eyes were leisurely wanting to watch the show, the bartender stationed at the edge of the passage, seemingly busy with work, bowed to Allen and let him pass through the secret door into the lower level of space after seeing the cloak on Allen and the pattern on it.

"Welcome back, 'Eagle' Your Excellency!"

At the entrance of the passage, a graceful and slender figure was already waiting there, her clear, oriole-like voice as calm as water: "Guardian Your Excellency has prepared the quiet room, respectfully welcoming your arrival."

"Mm."

Allen frowned slightly. His trip was very secretive, but he didn't expect that Jiawen, that old guy, would know his whereabouts so quickly when he arrived at the Assassin's Guild's stronghold.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency Allen, for once again displaying your great power. It's just a pity that this old man is guarding this inconspicuous tavern and couldn't witness your demeanor!"

Passing through the complex passage, which was the same as the passage under Green Lake City, Allen finally saw the target of this trip. Jiawen, the elven demigod of the Assassin's Guild, was sitting in front of an ironwood tea table, brewing a pot of new tea.

"Don't laugh at me. This shot was not my intention, but it offended the Temple of Nature severely!"

Allen smiled wryly and sat down directly in front of the tea table without any politeness.