Green Monster Epic

Although the city had undergone significant changes, it largely retained its original appearance. The most notable alteration was the expansion of the settlement area outside the fortress's outer city, nearly doubling Namur Fortress's area to the south.

The tribe remained the one he had single-handedly built up. While the crowds included faces from other races, the majority were still goblin tri-bloods of varying heights, with disproportionate limbs and elf-like pointed ears.

Like a traveler passing through without disturbing anyone, Allen's face was filled with a faint smile as he witnessed the city's bustling atmosphere. His cold, restrained aura seemed to melt away at that moment, bringing him a long-lost sense of emotional satisfaction.

However, this emotion didn't linger for long. When he arrived at the inner city's core and revealed his identity, it immediately alarmed the city's stationed high-ranking officials, who rushed to Allen's long-vacant castle.

Half a magic hour later, the nine core members of the fortress gathered, each holding stacks of thick ledgers containing detailed data on all aspects of Namur Fortress.

Among the nine faces were three members of other races: a troll, a gnoll, and a dark elf, demonstrating the integration between the Greenwild races had become well-established.

"Is everyone here?"

Allen's tiger-like eyes swept across both sides, his majestic voice resounding in the ears of the nine.

"Except for two deputy city lords who are away on business, all the managing officials are here," Roger Daniel, a seemingly honest and reliable middle-aged male bear goblin and the current city lord of Namur Fortress, replied in a deep voice.

"Then where's Albad? What is he doing?"

Allen frowned slightly, asking after hearing the response.

Although Allen had just returned, he had a general understanding of the movements of his confidants and the major events of the tribe through reports sent from the tribe to Mansa City, as well as the prayers and dream visions of the Food God's followers.

Unfortunately, Zellan, the earth goblin devout follower who resonated with Allen's mental frequency, eventually died of old age a dozen years ago after Allen didn't forcefully enhance his strength through divine grace again. Otherwise, Allen would have been able to grasp the development of the tribe even from thousands of miles away.

"Elder Albad is conducting magical research in the magic tower and hasn't left the tower for three years," the bear goblin city lord said with a hint of apprehension, looking up at Allen with a meaningful gaze.

"Oh."

Allen was reminded and changed the subject without a word: "Then tell me about the situation in the city!"

"Understood!"

"Start with the Minister of Economy."

"Namur Fortress's economic development has been stable over the past decade, with tax revenue maintaining a growth rate of about 2% per year. This year, the total tax revenue is estimated to reach..."

"The fortress has a permanent population of over 1,135,000. Due to the limitations of the fortress's urban area, the proportion of new residents is expected to slow down in the future. My department is discussing with the construction department to renovate the city's residential areas, expand the living area by building high-rise buildings and expanding the outer city, and alleviate the urban living environment..."

"..."

Several high-ranking officials spoke in an orderly manner, flipping through the ledgers in front of them while reporting various detailed and confidential data of the fortress to Allen. The bear goblin, who seemed to be listening attentively to the reports of the fortress's high-ranking officials, was actually multitasking, generating a vivid illusionary sand table in his mind. It would expand or contract under the control of Allen's consciousness.

If the Greenwild tribe's professionals who were devoted to local geography mapping saw the sand table in Allen's mind at this time, they would definitely feel familiar with the various geographical environments that always flashed by, and even feel amazed, because its existence was probably the lifelong pursuit of most Greenwild cartographers.

The illusionary sand table not only replicated everything around the Greenwild Plain and the Catore Mountains, but also clearly showed lifelike trees and agile birds and animals when the sand table was expanded to a certain proportion.

Over the years, Allen had been busy with the great cause of wilderness reform in front of outsiders, working diligently without懈怠. However, the divine consciousness differentiated through the legendary expertise of multitasking in his mind was not idle either, focusing on the increasingly complex and perfect mysterious patterns on the seed of faith, researching and deciphering the various mysteries on it.

Through the research on the seed of faith and the continuous experimentation with the power of faith system, Allen had achieved some success on this path full of fog and hardship.

Guardian of the Greenwild Plain.

The rhetoric added by the priests of the Food God Church when they spread the gospel and promoted Allen's power had now truly become a kind of authority in Allen's domain. When Allen's divine consciousness deciphered and mastered the texture pattern on the seed of faith related to this authority, this pattern would transform into a floating magic rune on the seed of faith. When Allen cast it by chanting, he could inject divine power into it, and instantly reveal its power and effect.

There were as many as twenty-seven kinds of such magic runes on the seed of faith that spiraled around the core of Allen's rage vortex, scattered in various areas on the surface of the seed of faith. The illusory runes were not fixed images, but were constantly changing images and echoing the seed of faith. In Allen's perception, it was like a seed ready to break through the soil, with tiny roots growing outward.

After returning to the Greenwild Plain, Allen could use the authority of the Greenwild Guardian. While he was sitting in Namur Fortress, the territory controlled by the entire Greenwild tribe had actually been replicated in equal proportion on the sand table in Allen's mind.

Including every creature growing on this land, even deep underground for more than ten miles, had left a clear mark on the sand table transformed by Allen's domain.

The only exceptions were probably the various buildings that had activated magic barriers, such as the chapels built by various churches, and the mage towers built by the Greenwild tribe themselves. They were shrouded in a cloud of mist in the map manifested by the sand table. Even if Allen mobilized the domain to focus on it, he could only see the blurred outline of the building behind the mist, and Allen knew nothing about what was happening inside.

At this time, the object Allen wanted to observe by mobilizing the domain was Albad, who seemed to have some hidden information, but the tower where he was located was also shrouded in mist, making it impossible for Allen to get a glimpse of it.

Calculating the time, if Albad hadn't been able to complete the legendary high-level breakthrough, his lifespan would be almost at its limit. And the reports sent from the tribe to Mansa City in recent years didn't involve any major information about Albad, so he probably didn't achieve a breakthrough in strength.

Allen gave up on Zellan, who was very loyal to him and had good abilities and talents, completely out of rational consideration of the pros and cons; but for Albad, Allen, whose personality was infinitely close to ruthless and indifferent, still had a trace of guilt and gratitude in his heart.

If it hadn't been for Albad's selfless dedication over the years, helping Allen manage the Greenwild tribe and manage the Food God Church, Allen wouldn't have been able to be a hands-off shopkeeper like he is now and travel for a long time.

With Albad's talent, ability, and temperament, Allen even felt that he had gone further on his career path than Cour, whom he had painstakingly cultivated. It was precisely because of Cour, this unrestrained direct disciple, as a comparison that Allen could deeply recognize the problem during self-reflection.

This time, Allen put down the matter of wilderness reform and came back, not only because he wanted to take advantage of the honeymoon period of their four pillars of relationship to help them solve the hidden dangers of Greenwild, but also because he was worried about Albad and wanted to help Albad complete the breakthrough in level and prolong his life.

A leader who can be enterprising, wise, resourceful, and has means is extremely precious to any tribe, and it is not so easy to cultivate. So many once glorious, domineering, and prominent tribes in the long years of the wilderness often fell into obscurity like meteors after the leader who led the tribe to rise died.

Although Allen himself is also a hero and master, and his lifespan will be longer after he is promoted to a saint, the Greenwild tribe does not need to worry too much about the issue of power transfer within two thousand years. But now that he has chosen another path to protect Greenwild and even the goblin family for a longer time, he will definitely not devote all his energy and effort to the Greenwild tribe as he did when he led Greenwild to rise.

He has higher pursuits and a bigger stage waiting for him, and he cannot ensure when accidents will come. There are too many and too strong enemies around him, and the unknown means are not something Allen can imagine. If he unfortunately falls one day, at least he must leave a little hope for the tribe.

Cultivating Cour is what he thought, and helping Albad prolong his life is also what he thought. After all, in Allen's eyes, who has no children or bloodline, the Greenwild tribe is the continuation and inheritance of his lifelong efforts, and it is where his weak spot lies.