Green Monster Epic

Chapter 252: Strolling the Streets (Celebrating the Birth of the First Alliance Leader of This Book)

The fellow tailing Allen still hadn't given up. Ten days had passed, and Allen's keen intuition could still sense the prying gaze from the shadows.

Allen had been wondering who he had offended, who would harbor malicious intentions towards him. In the end, his greatest suspicion pointed to one person, someone Allen couldn't afford to provoke at all right now—Shaka, the Jackal Legend.

Shaka, known as 'The Bloodletter,' had plenty of bloody legends surrounding him. Just ask any local in Mansa City, and every legend verified his cruel and bloody methods of killing, his narrow-mindedness, and his vindictiveness. One or two stories might be dismissed as misunderstandings, but if the same characteristics consistently appeared in other stories, then there was no need to doubt the person's nature.

Thinking about how he had offended Shaka in the maze, although Allen still hadn't figured out exactly how he had offended him, could it be just because he had escaped Shaka's pursuit? Was that a mistake?

However, Allen's adaptability was strong. The rule of the wilderness was the strong are respected, and the strong had the power to make the rules. All he could do was deal with it.

It was a pity that he couldn't leave the city for another month, and all the money he had earned was used to make python-hide armor. The allure of the python-hide armor itself made Allen unwilling to give up. In the end, he could only stay in Mansa City, under the prying eyes of those with ulterior motives.

Fortunately, the rules of the city still made the legendary powerhouse Shaka somewhat wary. It was said that there were demigods in the city far more powerful than Shaka, preventing these legends from acting recklessly. Coupled with the mutual restraint of other legends, as long as Allen was careful, there wouldn't be too much danger.

Of course, after seeing Shaka suffer a great loss at the hands of the two legendary gnomes, perhaps he was still recovering from his injuries, Allen felt a bit more relieved.

For ten days, Allen had been staying in the temple, not taking a single step outside. The only place he frequented was the training ground in the back hall of the temple. Every day, dozens of temple warriors of different races would train and hone their bodies in the field, which prevented Allen from being bored due to having nothing to do.

Allen picked up the specialized training techniques from the inheritance crystal. From daybreak, Allen immersed himself in the training ground. Except for eating, drinking, and sleeping, Allen spent the rest of the day in this training ground.

Allen himself already possessed the Great Cleave feat, but after carefully studying and understanding the methods and techniques of Great Cleave from the crystal, Allen discovered that there was still room for improvement in many areas of his innate feat. Therefore, he focused on studying this one feat with a calm mind. After ten days of diligent study, the knights and warriors in the temple were in awe of this bear goblin who was obsessed with martial arts. Not everyone could stay in the training ground for such a long time like Allen.

Influenced and inspired by Allen, the number of knights and warriors training in the temple's training ground these days was not small, and their morale was also very high, which made the instructor who supervised the warriors' daily training very satisfied, and he also had a better impression of Allen, this freeloader.

After ten days, Allen's refinement of the Great Cleave feat came to an end. Since he already mastered this feat, he only needed to change some subtle force application techniques. Therefore, this feat didn't take Allen too long.

Having gained something, Allen didn't plan to refine other feats and skills for the time being. Allen didn't understand the principle of balancing work and rest, but he could feel the physical and mental fatigue, which couldn't be fully recovered by sleeping every night.

Just then, Kaya, that woman, took the initiative to come to his door. He didn't know what she wanted to do by sticking to Allen day after day.

"Don't you feel tired staying in the temple all day long?"

Kaya didn't know about Allen being followed and monitored. She had come to find Allen twice before, but Allen had dismissed her with training.

"It's okay."

Allen replied calmly. Under the gray-brown leather armor, several muscles on his chest, abdomen, and arms were wriggling unconsciously. These were all aftereffects of changing the force application techniques of Great Cleave for the past ten days, and they would recover soon.

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a stroll today and try the best food in this city!"

Allen's contempt for the snacks of Mansa City made Kaya, the snack lover, somewhat dissatisfied. In her opinion, many snacks in this city had unique flavors and were very delicious. Why did they become unpalatable in the mouth of Allen, this bumpkin?

"Delicious? Are you sure?"

Allen became a little interested when he heard about food. Originally, he didn't plan to pay attention to Kaya, but now it seemed that it wouldn't be bad to go out and play with her, and see if the snacks of Mansa in her mouth could bring him some inspiration.

Seeing the interest in Allen's eyes, Kaya was overjoyed. Without caring what Allen was thinking, she pulled him and ran towards the city.

In Allen's eyes, the biggest impression of Mansa City was naturally its prosperity, large population, and the urban area that was many times larger than Green Lake Village. However, under the guidance of the native Kaya, Allen discovered another side of Mansa City.

Following Kaya through the residential area in the south of the city, the narrow and complex alley environment was like a maze, almost making Allen dizzy. Allen couldn't imagine how a woman like Kaya could like to drill into these places that faintly smelled of feces, rotting objects, and other strange odors.

Until they passed through another dim alley, Allen's eyes suddenly lit up. Everywhere he looked, he saw various fruits, vegetables, and food loaded in wooden barrels, flatbed carts, and woven baskets. They were placed on both sides of the not-so-wide street. Many pedestrians stopped among them, either haggling with people to buy things, or squatting in a corner, feasting at simple tables. The air above the street was filled with the mixed smells of countless foods and fruits, which was quite attractive.

"Here, is where the people of our South City usually gather to buy and sell fruits and vegetables, and it is also where the most snacks in the city are."

Kaya took Allen straight to a stall in the middle of the street. It was a makeshift food cart made from a flatbed cart. A small stove was built on the cart with mud, bricks, and iron sheets. Smoke was rising from the stove, and a small pot on the stove was bubbling with hot oil. Golden food was tumbling up and down in the hot oil. A fragrant smell of fried food wafted towards them, making people's mouths water.

"Let me tell you, the fried chicken here is the best. Every time I come back from a trip, the first thing I do is order a fried chicken leg here. The taste is really amazing!"

"Old Tom, give me two servings of fried chicken!"

"Yo, Kaya, you brought a friend today. Looking at this brother's appetite, is one serving of fried chicken enough for him?"

The one called Old Tom was an old dog-headed man who looked sneaky. The apron on his body had become shiny and black due to frequent contact with oil stains. The grayish-white flour was stuck to his body, face, and hands, making the hunched dog-headed man look very comical.

"It's none of your business. If it's not enough, we know to order more, right?"

Kaya glared at him, showing that she had a good relationship with the dog-headed man.

Soon, the Green Field Tribe's economic income will show signs of problems. It's really not easy to find a reasonable economic output for the Green Field Tribe!!