Green Monster Epic

The Oak Merchant Guild, where Elder Pherok was located, was not just a slave merchant guild. It was involved in almost every industry that could make money, which was why it could gain a foothold in the elven kingdom, where slave trade was most detested.

Legendary powerhouses represented the pinnacle of force in this world, and the materials harvested from them were naturally priceless. Philip's suggestion to Allen to collect dragon blood had indeed helped Allen make a fortune, which Allen had never expected.

The price offered by Master Pherok far exceeded Allen's expectations, so after Allen reacted, he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

“Take back these two rubies. Just deduct the cost of the two gray dwarves from your dragon blood sales. Then, I'll have Sam prepare 500 gold coins for you. We'll settle the remaining amount when you come back to take away the gray dwarves and goblins. What do you think?”

Facing Allen's return to a merchant's demeanor, Pherok no longer gave Allen any special treatment, and everything was handled according to standard business practices.

“Okay.”

Allen nodded. He was worried about not having enough money and was thinking about exchanging the rubies for some gold coins to spend. Now it was perfect. He didn't need to sell the gems, and he had the gold coins. How could he disagree? Moreover, Master Pherok had already helped him too much, and now the conditions and price he offered seemed appropriate. Allen didn't hesitate to inquire about the market price elsewhere. The transaction of legendary materials was completed so quickly.

“In the future, if you have any materials you don't recognize, or things that drop from legendary creatures, you can bring them to our guild. The price we offer will definitely be fair.”

Before Allen left, Pherok didn't forget to say this to Allen. It could be said to be a commercial courtesy, but at the same time, Pherok's playful eyes revealed many things that made Allen ponder.

“Okay, Master Pherok.”

“Next time you come to visit me, remember to bring the two little girls. I gave them a gift, and I always want to see how they will grow up in the future.”

Perhaps it was human nature for old people to like children. In the end, Master Pherok didn't forget to smile kindly, touch the two little goblins, one on each side of Allen's arms, and give Allen a word of advice.

“I will bring them both whenever I come to Thistleburg again.”

Allen was naturally happy. Having the two little girls help to bring him closer to Master Pherok was a good thing for both Allen and the Greenwood Tribe.

500 gold coins were heavy. Without a dimensional bag, Allen had to carry it in the backpack on his back, which made a clanging sound when he walked. To avoid being too conspicuous, Allen had to take Kuer and Irene back to the inn first before making the next plan.

The tribesmen had not yet returned, probably dazzled by Thistleburg under the leadership of the goblin Jack. Without them at the inn, it was not safe for just Allen and the two little goblins, plus a pile of gold coins. Allen could only be patient and wait for the tribesmen to return before making plans.

This wait lasted for most of the day. It was dinner time when Jack led a large group of hungry goblins with various expressions of excitement on their faces back to the inn. When they saw Allen, everyone gathered around with shining eyes, chattering to Allen about their gains of the day, like a bunch of country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

“Eat first. After dinner, everyone should rest early. Tomorrow, I will take everyone to a place. No one is allowed to be missing!”

Allen frowned, ignored the cheers of the tribesmen, and solemnly made arrangements for the next day, only receiving responses from Mauro and Pavaao. More people were still immersed in curiosity about the prosperous world of Thistleburg.

Nothing happened overnight. After eating breakfast the next day, Jack was once again drafted by Allen to act as a scout for Allen's purchase of goods, helping him find out where it was suitable to sell potions and where it was suitable to purchase ironware. The alleys were a mixed bag, and a small amount of supplies was cost-effective there, but now Allen was considered wealthy and didn't know when he would come to Thistleburg next time, so the quantity of things to be purchased this time would be very large, and it would be more cost-effective to find a professional store.

As for Allen and his tribesmen, they slowly moved towards the tall oak tree in the city.

The tribesmen he brought this time were basically those who had never been to Thistleburg. Even Mauro, the only one who had been to Thistleburg, had only lived in the cages of the fort as a slave for a period of time. This was because Allen wanted to test the talents of these newcomers.

Yes, choosing a deity to believe in, in Allen's view, the biggest benefit was to gain the attention of the deity. When quantifying the strength of the tribesmen, it could help Allen discover some talent in the tribesmen. For example, Flower Snake, only he among the 10 tribesmen had a flexible talent at the beginning, and in the end, he succeeded in advancing through his own efforts. Although A-Xiao also successfully advanced when Allen came, his advancement could only be said to be the blessing of the goddess of luck, and could not be entirely attributed to his own strength.

It was with this understanding that Allen brought 15 people who were ranked high in the warrior group in the tribe, or who had certain talents, just to see if he could discover a few more talented people, so that he could hone them in a targeted manner in the future.

Even though Allen had seen the Temple of the Father of the Oak Tree more than once, he would still feel sincere awe for its natural image that defied the creation of heaven and earth. Perhaps only the gods could achieve such a scene.

Behind him, the tribesmen looked at the main body of the temple constructed from several forked tree trunks, and then converged in the air and grew into a towering giant oak tree. The seemingly simple temple furnishings inside revealed a divine light. The tribesmen who were stunned by the scene did not dare to make loud noises as usual in the temple, and their walking appeared very restrained and careful.

Allen scanned the faces of the gray-white-robed priests, looking for a face that he was more familiar with. At least, Allen had never found the contemptuous and disdainful eyes that the elves usually had when looking at goblins in that face. Although Allen himself didn't care about these eyes, it didn't mean that he didn't know the meaning behind these eyes. Rather than communicate with other priests with such eyes, Allen still felt more congenial when chatting with the former priest.

Effort pays off. Finally, after Allen scanned dozens of priests in the hall again, he found the priest hiding in the shadows, sincerely praying. Allen walked a few steps quickly, and then began to wave and shout: “Priest Clay, Priest Clay!!”

The priest praying in the shadows heard the shout, raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from. A hobgoblin with a somewhat unfamiliar but familiar aura was waving two thick arms at himself. Seeing that the other party's shout was getting louder and louder, and even faintly attracting the attention of others in the hall, Priest Clay quickly got up and walked towards the hobgoblin.