Green Monster Epic

"… I didn't expect that we'd be bothering Allen again so soon!!"

In Green Lake City, Allen couldn't find peace. He couldn't even get a good rest, and he couldn't afford to show a bad face, because the guests visiting his castle were now his steadfast allies: the kobold Da Vinci, the gnoll Briken, and the troll legendary envoy Timothy Feller, representing the demigod Yelen.

"Knowing your cooking skills were so superb, we should have asked you for a high-level magic dish when we were helping you in the Tagan Desert. We wouldn't have had to make another trip like this."

Having just sat down and exchanged pleasantries for a short while, the kobold saint Da Vinci steered the topic to the purpose of their visit. Hearing this, Allen, though he had anticipated it, still felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, only he knew how much pressure and risk he had undertaken in cooking beyond his level this time.

Not to mention that, through his constant digestion of experience during this period, he had gained a roughly clear understanding of this kind of grandmaster-level cooking: every grandmaster-level dish is a unique existence. Even if Allen could gather the exact same ingredients in the future and replicate the last cooking process in the same location with the same techniques, the characteristics and form of the final dish would definitely not be similar to this one.

That is to say, magic dishes at the grandmaster level will no longer have so-called recipes. Everything depends on the ingredients selected at the time and the skills used by the magic chef grandmaster who cooks it.

It's like the semi-divine artifacts forged by forging grandmasters. There is absolutely no possibility of mass production. Each semi-divine artifact has unique attributes and characteristics.

This is an extremely difficult challenge for magic chefs, because you cannot directly copy existing experience. Instead, you need to use ingenuity to match ingredients and study cooking methods. Otherwise, only failure awaits you, and there is no other way.

"It was all luck. When I think back to the last cooking, I feel like I was dreaming."

Allen carefully organized his words, not wanting to bring greater expectations to the three people in front of him: "Don't think that I succeeded in cooking this time. If you really want me to do it again, I dare say it's impossible to succeed."

"Ignorance is fearless. If it weren't for the fact that the lifespan of that regrettable talent in our clan was coming to an end, and there was really no other way, I wouldn't have dared to take such a big risk!!"

"Now that I have a little experience and look back, I can see that the success at that time was really the favor of the goddess of luck, allowing me to grasp a less than one in ten thousand possibility of success."

Everyone is not stupid, so naturally they can hear the meaning in Allen's words, but it is difficult to dispel their desire for that grandmaster-level magic dish.

"Allen, don't underestimate yourself so much. Since you can succeed once, you can definitely succeed a second time. As long as the probability of success is not less than 0, then everything is possible!!"

Da Vinci should be the most eager for this grandmaster-level magic dish among the three pillars, especially when he arrived in Green Lake City and saw that dwarf gnome lucky one who had just emerged from seclusion. After personally observing the other party's appearance, state, strength, and aura, he became even more determined in his purpose this time.

As the former number one strongman in the wilderness, ruling the alliance for thousands of years, the kobold saint naturally could not have failed to collect various precious potions and magical methods, and he had used them many times. A mere grandmaster magic dish, even if it is valuable, would not have moved this saint-level existence, let alone directly acted and traveled north to visit Allen.

As Briken and Yelen said in private chats, Da Vinci's lifespan is now like Al Bard, with one foot already in the River Styx. His soul will return to the River Styx within a hundred years at most, or ascend to the kingdom of a certain god.

Now, the kobold saint has changed his style, clearly supporting Allen's reforms in the alliance, and even personally helping Allen solve the hydra problem, all in order to lay out the future of the tribe. Without himself in charge in the future, the position and power allocated to the Pale Night in the alliance for many years will inevitably be coveted and challenged by other forces, and the original benefits will naturally be envied. Therefore, he is taking advantage of the time when he is still alive to strengthen the strength of his tribe's camp through reforms, while also befriending the future ruler of the wilderness for two thousand years, selling favors to the other party so that they can protect his descendants in the future.

But these are only temporary solutions. If the Pale Night truly wants to continue to maintain its current position and power, it still needs a qualified successor to inherit his legacy in the alliance. However, the huge gap between legendary and demigod is like a natural chasm. Over a thousand years, more than a hundred legendary figures in the tribe have failed to even touch the threshold of demigod.

Saint-level existences are the highest-level powerhouses in the Ferman world. Even if gods cross over to this world, they can only possess this kind of strength, which means that Da Vinci's path has come to an end unless he embarks on that difficult and forbidden path.

Even if he leaves more potions, magic dishes, etc. for himself to use, at most it will only extend his life slightly, and after using them too many times, his body will naturally develop resistance, and the effect will no longer be proportional to the price paid.

Da Vinci had not tried using grandmaster-level magic medicines and magical methods to transform his body to force a breakthrough for a legendary powerhouse in the clan who had barely touched the threshold of demigod, but the results all ended in failure. After painstakingly obtaining a grandmaster potion that could allow a legendary powerhouse to advance one level after drinking it, he allowed a high-level legendary kobold in the clan to take it. Although his level did indeed advance one level, because he did not have the spiritual perception of a demigod level, he could not produce a true transformation. That kobold powerhouse could only be considered a pseudo-demigod existence, and his actual lifespan was only about a hundred years longer than that of a high-level legendary.

Especially the strength of that kobold pseudo-demigod, not to mention that the gap between him and a true demigod was not small, even if he worked hard and diligently in subsequent training, his strength never improved even a bit. Obviously, the aftereffects of this method of forcibly increasing levels are extremely large.

After these attempts, Da Vinci gave up the idea of taking shortcuts to cultivate a successor. Until he obtained information about Allen cooking grandmaster-level magic dishes, and at the same time personally witnessed the current situation of the dwarf gnome Al Bard, who had been improved after eating this dish, his dead and silent heart stirred up once again.

"Allen, just name it. Whatever kind of ingredients you need, how much reward you need, I will do my best to satisfy you."

"I only hope that you can tailor a suitable dish for a child in my family to help him cross that threshold."

Facing Da Vinci's fanatical gaze, Allen also felt a little overwhelmed: "Your Excellency Da Vinci, given our current close alliance on the same boat, I will definitely not refuse anything I can do."

"But the problem is that I really don't have the confidence to successfully cook a grandmaster-level magic dish right now."

"The value required for each grandmaster-level magic dish is extremely expensive. Even with the foundation of tribes like you and me, we may not be able to gather a few. If I rashly agree to help you cook, but in the end it all ends in failure, how do you think I should explain to you??"

"Wait a few decades, I will refine my cooking skills a bit more and accumulate some more experience. When I have a certain degree of confidence, I will definitely help everyone realize your wishes."

Hearing Allen's answer, even Briken, who had been mentally prepared, couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction on his face, let alone the kobold saint Da Vinci, who was even more eager for it.

"A few decades?? I can't wait that long!!"

Da Vinci refused without hesitation upon hearing this.

Time is an extremely precious thing for the elderly kobold who can already hear the footsteps of death chasing after him. If he cannot win over a time of stable transition for the tribe for over a thousand years before death comes, Da Vinci may not be able to rest in peace even in death.

Just like the meaning of the Green Field tribe to Allen, Da Vinci's family, for Da Vinci, who has lived for more than two thousand years and has become indifferent to most things, is the last remaining attachment and reluctance in his heart.

"Although I can wait, I still hope to experience the effects of this grandmaster-level magic dish as soon as possible, so that the fire of my struggle to continue to improve my strength can continue to burn!!"

Briken also began to persuade him. He also hoped that he could break through to the saint level before Da Vinci, the saint, passed away. That way, he would be able to directly face the pressure given by the bear goblin saint in the alliance, and be able to cope with the power turmoil brought about by Da Vinci's death, and strive for more benefits for himself.

"Being trapped in this demigod position for hundreds of years, no matter how much effort or manpower I put in, I can't break through the high mountain in front of me. Repeated failures have almost worn away my full fighting spirit, and I don't even dare to guarantee whether I will still have the courage to climb that mountain in a few decades."

Only the troll Timothy, representing Yelen, did not speak well. He said that he was representing Yelen to congratulate Allen and ask for cooking dishes, but in reality his task was to record the conversation in front of him and relay it verbatim to the distant troll demigod.

"…Your Excellency Da Vinci, Your Excellency Briken, and this troll young friend representing Yelen, you have traveled a long way and worked hard. Why not rest in the city first."

Seeing that Da Vinci's will was firm, Allen thought that if he continued to stalemate like this, it might cause the relationship between their pillars, which had not been easy to improve, to change again. Therefore, after thinking about it, he decided to slow down first, let everyone calm down, and then consider how to deal with the three figures.

"Someone come, take the three of them down to rest, and hold a banquet for them in the evening. I will personally cook to entertain them!!"