Green Monster Epic

After spending more than three months at Fort Namur, Allen returned to find the fort as prosperous as ever. The clansmen in the city were mostly unaware that in these short few months, the tribe's territory had more than doubled.

Of course, most of the fort's high-level officials had already learned of this news. After all, the supplies needed for the initial development and management of the nascent Serpent's Slumber Valley could not rely solely on Green Lake City. Fort Namur, as a commercial hub, was actually more convenient.

"Congratulations, Chieftain, on another great victory."

Upon seeing Allen, Roger, the goblin city lord, bowed and offered his heartfelt congratulations as the first thing, his face filled with an expression of shared glory.

These clan elites were naturally happy. The expansion of the tribe's territory meant an increase in the tribe's share of the pie, and the opportunities for their family's children, nephews, and relatives to advance in the future would become broader and easier.

"There's nothing to celebrate. Don't engage in such superficial things."

Allen responded indifferently, immediately causing Roger's expression to stiffen. Clearly, this goblin city lord had not yet figured out their chieftain's personality.

"I'm giving you a task. Prepare all the items on this list for me. No matter the cost, I want to see these things in front of me in three months."

With a wave of his hand, Allen suddenly produced a thin piece of parchment, which he then tossed lightly to the goblin before him, who caught it.

Roger opened the parchment and quickly scanned the not-so-many words, while his brain worked rapidly to weigh the situation: "Some of the materials on this list are in our warehouse, and some should be available through the trade associations. It's just that three or four of the rarer materials will require some time."

"Can you get them in three months?"

Allen didn't care about the difficulties implied in the other party's words; he only wanted results.

"No problem, I can definitely get them."

Roger naturally understood the meaning in Allen's words and gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

"Good. Once you've collected everything, come to the castle to find me. I'm going into seclusion to recuperate now, so don't disturb me unless it's important."

"Yes."

Allen rarely felt the convenience of managing a large force. The parchment he gave to Roger was filled with various materials he needed, including precious materials for reforging a set of scale armor, as well as materials he intended to prepare to solve Alva's problem.

Most of these materials were very rare and precious, requiring not only a large amount of funds to buy, but also sufficient status and channels. If Allen were alone, even if he were a top-tier Saint-level existence in the wilderness, it would take him several years to collect all the items on the list, and the cost would inevitably be high.

Now, Allen only needed to give an order to his subordinates, and they could efficiently and quickly prepare for him, without him having to distract himself with other matters. This was the convenience of managing a force.

With the trivial matters handed over to his subordinates, Allen himself had nothing else to do. After thinking about it, he left his castle and went to the mage tower in the city where Alva was being held.

"City Lord."

Sean and Jensen, who were stationed in the mage tower, hurriedly opened the magic barrier to welcome Allen upon seeing him arrive, but Allen dismissed them. He just wanted to observe and understand the condition of the frozen Alva; he wasn't there to inspect their work.

Walking into the heavily guarded top-floor laboratory, Alva was still in the same state as before, his eyes tightly closed and his face peaceful within the ice. The only slight change was that his life force had weakened slightly again, but that could only be detected under Allen's powerful perception; others might not notice the change.

At this rate of decline, Alva might not even last the five years he had predicted. At most, he would completely perish in half a year, even with the magic of the eternal ice seal.

"Half a year?"

Allen stared solemnly at the ice before him, muttering to himself.

Time was pressing, but Allen had not yet fully decided on a method to extend Alva's life, simply because the only two or three options available had their own advantages and disadvantages, and the probability of success was not high.

In order to better understand Alva's condition, Allen simply stayed in the mage tower, discussing and researching with his divine sense to see if there were other better solutions, while waiting for the supplies Roger had purchased to arrive.

It didn't take three months for Roger to collect all the materials recorded on Allen's parchment and send them all to the mage tower.

For these materials, Roger had spent most of the funds from Fort Namur and had to rely on several favors from the major trade associations to accomplish all of this within the deadline Allen had requested, only to receive a light "Thank you for your hard work" from Allen.

"By the way, take these materials, and also hand over the materials in this dimensional bag. According to the instructions on the note I put inside, help me create a set of scale armor and four or five suitable magic accessories."

Various precious materials were casually placed on the floor of the room by Allen. Some materials were selected by him and thrown towards Roger, who was standing at the door. After the materials on the ground were selected, Allen also took a dimensional bag from his waist and threw it to Roger. Inside were some of the spoils he had obtained from killing the nine-headed hydra, Hydra, in the desert.

"The remaining materials will be left in the clan's public treasury. You can decide how to use them."

After a great battle, Allen was not only deeply injured, but also his equipment, except for the handy quasi-divine weapon Bone Cleaver, was almost completely destroyed inside the hydra's body. Even if Allen paid attention to his own strength, and did not underestimate the means of enhancing his own strength through external equipment and props, he did not pay much attention to them. Now, he could take this opportunity to create a set of exclusive equipment.

"Yes."

Roger took the dimensional bag, and his spiritual power only swept through it casually. Under a rough perception, his expression had already changed somewhat.

The huge bone materials, crystal clear and exuding a metallic texture, were obviously not ordinary products, filling the entire dimensional bag. Even the gaps between the bones were filled with various colored crystals and gems. Just by looking at their texture and color, Roger knew they were priceless.

Just the things in this one dimensional bag were not only enough to offset the consumption of the various materials purchased by their city-state for Allen, but there would definitely be a surplus.

No wonder all the previous city lords said that their chieftain was always maverick. Not only did he not take advantage of the clan, but he also often used his own collections to subsidize the tribe. With such a selfless and talented leader in Green Field, which clansman in Green Field does not feel that their reincarnation in this tribe is a blessing from the goddess of fortune!

With all preparations complete, Allen picked up the materials on the ground again and put them into the dimensional bag. He then picked up another empty dimensional bag that Roger had prepared, put the frozen Alva into it, and left Fort Namur straight through the window of the mage tower.

It was time to solve the problem.