Green Monster Epic

Oscar's words were very clear; he would not interfere with Allen's choice, as it concerned Allen's future and that of his tribe.

A flash of joy flitted across Allen's face. Although he had been somewhat confident that Master Oscar would help introduce him to some connections, it was only now, after Master Oscar personally said these words, that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the true purpose behind the Master's help, Allen only had some guesses at this point, but at least Allen didn't feel any malice or scheming from the other party.

Of course, even if the tribe and Allen had to pay a price for this help in the future, Allen felt it was worth it.

There is no free lunch in the world, and no help comes without expecting something in return. The wildlings understand this principle the most.

"Master, which tribe do you think I should get closer to in order to best serve the interests of our tribe?"

Allen actually had two choices in mind, but his character was such that he was never ashamed to ask questions. The Oscar in front of him was already considered half his mentor. In terms of wisdom and vision, he was one of the few wise men Allen knew, so he took the initiative to consult Oscar.

"…This is originally a matter for your own tribe, and I, an outsider, should not interfere."

Oscar smiled helplessly. He knew Allen's character very well. After considering it in his mind, he still gave Allen a direction.

"However, I can give you some advice based on my own abilities. As for whether to accept it or not, that's up to you to consider."

"I often stay in the Tagan Desert. To be honest, it would be difficult for me to say that I have any strong connections in the wilderness. However, because I often stay in the Tagan Desert, I am relatively familiar with several tribes in the northern wilderness, including the Snowmish Troll Tribe, the Agina Goblin Tribe, and several elders and leaders of the Thunder Kobold Tribe near the Cato Mountains."

"And your Green Field Tribe happens to be located between these major tribes. I think it's better to choose from these tribes rather than seeking far and wide, at least they can give you some help…"

"…"

Oscar's suggestion was actually not much different from Allen's choice in terms of direction.

The reason why small and medium-sized tribes want to gain recognition and status in Mansha City and need a large tribe as a recommender is to raise the threshold for unofficial member tribes and block those tribes that are not qualified or have no potential.

But in fact, this practice is also making small and medium-sized tribes take sides and become vassals of the recommending tribe, at least maintaining a good relationship with this recommending tribe and serving it at certain times.

In this way, in the eyes of other tribe members, these recommended tribes have already had their own colors and camps from the moment they first entered the world of Mansha City.

If Allen asked a distant large tribe, such as the Shafer Tribe in the south, to be his recommender, then in the eyes of the Snowmish and Agina tribes around the Green Field Tribe, this would be a chess piece inserted into their territory by the Shafer Tribe, and they would naturally not ignore this eyesore.

Even if these major tribes don't do anything too radical on the surface, the development of the Green Field Tribe will become very difficult if they put a little pressure on it.

But if you choose a recommender nearby, because most of the tribes around the other party are in the same camp, the other nearby major tribes will not make a big fuss just because their opponents have one more small helper. After all, there are too many vassals around the neighbors. If you really want to suppress them, there are too many options to choose from, and it's not so conspicuous.

"Master, do you have contact with the Snowmish Tribe's representative in Mansha City?"

After listening to Oscar's suggestion, Allen felt more confident. At this time, he looked up at the other party with expectant eyes.

"Oh?"

Oscar's eyes were deep. After looking at Allen for a few times, he retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "There happens to be an elder from their tribe in the city right now. We have been fighting side by side all these days, so he shouldn't refuse my introduction."

"However, you must also be prepared. If their tribe recommends you, they will probably ask you to do something in exchange."

"This is also a test of your tribe's strength."

"I'm always prepared."

Allen was full of confidence. He knew best what his tribe's strength was like. Looking at those unofficial member tribes around Mansha City, many of them were not as good as his tribe, which gave him great confidence.

"Okay, I'll arrange it in the next two days and call him over for a gathering. It just so happens that I haven't tasted the dishes you make in a long time!"

Oscar nodded and agreed with a relaxed expression.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master!"

Allen kept this kindness in his heart. Although the other party didn't ask for anything in return at this time, Allen couldn't take it for granted.

"Why are you being so polite with me?"

Oscar pretended to be unhappy and frowned at Allen.

"How about I borrow the temple's kitchen tonight and make a few new dishes for the Master?"

Allen didn't procrastinate. He turned his head and retracted his grateful expression, instead making a suggestion that Oscar found hard to refuse.

"Well, this is something that can be done, and it's best to have more and more."

Oscar nodded repeatedly, very interested in Allen's suggestion.

Three days later, in the secluded courtyard arranged for Master Oscar by the Oak Temple, Allen was busy preparing one delicious dish after another, and then steamingly brought them to Master Oscar's slightly simple hall.

In the center of the hall was a long dining table that Allen had found. Several delicacies had already been placed on the table: roasted lamb, steamed duck-billed fish…

Allen had put a lot of effort into this meal, trying to make the guest of the day satisfied.

Before long, Oscar brought a troll who was dressed similarly to him and had a withered face that made it impossible to tell his age into the courtyard with a hearty smile.

"Allen, this is the Third Elder of the Snowmish Tribe, the legendary Druid 'Roar of the Angry Bear' Taribo Snowmish."

Allen had just finished preparing the meal, cleaned up the dirt on his body, and stood at the entrance of the living room to welcome Oscar and the distinguished guest.

At this time, Oscar patted Allen on the shoulder to show that this young bear goblin was someone close to him, and then enthusiastically began to introduce him.

"This bear goblin is called Allen Witt. He is a friend of mine, has good talent, and is capable. Moreover, his tribe is not far from your tribe."

"Hello, Master. I am honored to meet you."

Allen's expression was respectful. As his horizons broadened, Allen's awe of legends had become normal. Although he still admired and feared them, he could now treat them with a normal heart.

"He's a good young man!"

Taribo's eyes were bold and always revealed a wildness. Although he only glanced at Allen lightly, it still made Allen feel like he was being stared at by a beast. This was perhaps the biggest difference between him and Oscar, who had the same profession.

"This young friend is not only good at fighting, but also has superb cooking skills. Anyway, I think there is no one more powerful than him in the entire Mansha City."

Oscar helped Allen from the side, and then led Taribo into the hall. Seeing the delicious food on the table, he pointed to the dishes with confidence and said to Taribo.

"Is that so? Then I have to taste it."

Whether out of friendship for Oscar or due to Allen's proactive approach, Taribo wouldn't put on a displeased face. He was currently watching the table full of fragrant delicacies with great interest.

"Come, please sit, don't be shy!"

As the host, Oscar was also very enthusiastic in inviting Taribo. The three of them quickly began to chat happily, accompanied by the delicious food and wine, erupting in bursts of laughter.

Only after they had their fill of food and drinks did they truly get down to business. As Oscar continuously steered the conversation towards Allen, Allen also tactfully expressed his intentions to Taribo.

"...You say you want to join Mansha City through our tribe's recommendation? It's not impossible. Even just for the sake of this delicious meal today, I can't bring myself to say no. I'll try to visit your tribe more often in the future and sample more of your cooking!"

Although Allen was well aware that Taribo's approval wasn't truly because of the delicious meal, he couldn't deny that Taribo was indeed very satisfied with the feast. The spotless tableware was enough to prove its appeal to Taribo, who was tasting Allen's craftsmanship for the first time.

"However, I also need to provide our tribe leader with proof and justification, at least to show him the benefits of recommending you."

"You understand, right?"

When the conversation turned serious, Taribo put on a different face, glancing at Allen with an indifferent expression.

"Yes, I understand the principle."

Seeing that they were getting down to business, Allen straightened up and looked directly at Taribo, making his stance clear.

"The 1,500 members of my Green Field Tribe are willing to become the most loyal partners of the Snow-Mane Tribe. Just give the order, Master Taribo, if there's anything our tribe can do to help."

"...Hmm, it's good to have this attitude."

Taribo remained noncommittal, but as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes flashed and he said to Allen, "As it happens, I have something here that needs help. If you can accomplish it, then I'll help you talk to the tribe leader about the letter of recommendation."

"With such a thing as a foundation, I'll have more confidence when I talk to the tribe leader, don't you think?"

"Yes."

Allen had been mentally prepared. Hearing the other party make a condition at this time, he felt a sense of relief, at least proving that the other party was still somewhat interested in him and his tribe.

"However, this task requires some manpower. Do you have any tribesmen in Mansha City? Or any suitable companions?"

Since it was a test, Taribo didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his requirements.

"When I came out from the tribe this time, I brought twelve warriors, ten of whom are advanced. I don't know if this manpower is enough?"

Allen quickly stated his situation, revealing a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"Well, it should be about enough. Anyway, some warriors from our tribe will also be going, but we're missing a leader who can keep things in order."

A hint of surprise flashed in Taribo's eyes. He didn't expect this goblin to be so well-prepared, even bringing out the tribe's warriors. It seemed that the other party was very determined about this letter of recommendation.

"How about this, after you gather your tribesmen, come to our tribe's residence in the Brook District of West City. I'll send someone to talk to you in detail about this mission."

"Okay."

"I'm troubling you with this matter, Taribo. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be looking for you. It's just that this young friend Allen really suits my temperament."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely help where I can."

At this time, the tribe members Allen was talking about, Cole and her team, were traversing a muddy road. In the middle of their team was a caravan of twenty or so carriages, fully loaded with countless supplies. This was the mission objective that Cole and her team had accepted: to safely deliver this batch of goods, along with the owner of the goods, to Mansha City.

This was the fourth mission for Cole and her team. After leaving Allen's protection, the rewards they received from the three missions they took on were not even comparable to the income from the first mission. This made a group of spirited young people finally experience the hardships of adventurers.

Especially the third demon extermination mission they took on. Although they barely completed the mission, because 4-5 demons escaped during the battle, the employer insisted on deducting half of the reward, or else they would have Cole and her team find the escaped demons.

Wasn't this obviously making things difficult for Cole and her team?

In the end, helplessly, Cole and her team could only return to Mansha City with half of the reward, starting their adventurer careers anew.

This time, they chose to be more conservative and accepted an escort mission. At least after this mission was completed, the other party would have no chance to go back on their word, which was very stable.

The only thing that Cole and her team didn't expect was that the geographical environment of this mission was not good. Along the way, they had to climb mountains and wade through rivers, or cut through thorns. Rather than saying this was a journey of escort, it was better to say that this wilderness tribe had found a dozen tall and strong laborers to help transport the heavy vehicles to Mansha City with difficulty.

Bush was no longer carrying his heavy hammer at this time. He directly placed the heavy hammer on the carriage in front of him, and then he himself braced against the back of the carriage, exerting force with both arms to push the wheels, which were deeply embedded in the mud, out.

Assisting him was Cree, the goblin young man. The two unfortunate brothers were covered in mud, and their original appearance was almost unrecognizable. They were pushing the truck with a blue smile on their faces, making bursts of roars to help.

Behind them, Cole, Treeborn, and others were not idle either. They were either helping to push the car around other vehicles, or looking for materials to fill the potholes on the ground.

"It's all your fault. You said this mission was stable and wouldn't be tricked by anyone. Now it seems that we've still been tricked by these guys!!"

Cole looked unhappy, glaring at the back of the kobold Bessera, who was waving a leather whip to drive the draft horses on the carriage, and who didn't have a speck of mud on his body, and then kept complaining to Tom next to her.

"I didn't expect it to be so difficult along the way!!"

Tom also kept complaining, his heart full of grievances. This mission was also decided by him, Treeborn, and Cole after learning from the lessons of the previous mission. Now that Cole's resentment was all vented on him, who should he go to vent on?

"Okay, after we get over this mountain, the rest of the journey will be easier."

Treeborn interrupted Tom's conversation, pushing the truck hard. He accidentally slipped his shoulder, and the entire heavy truck slammed directly into his face. With a crisp snap, Treeborn's hairy face was directly wrinkled into a bun, and pain was hidden in his eyes.

Hundreds of miles away in Mansha City, Allen was sitting and waiting anxiously for the return of Cole and her young companions.

Since last time, with Oscar's help, he had established a relationship with Taribo, the legendary elder of the Snow-Mane Tribe, and obtained his verbal promise, Allen couldn't wait to immediately run to the Brook District and ask what the Snow-Mane Tribe's test for him was.

However, because Cole and her team were still nowhere to be seen, Master Taribo had said that he needed his tribesmen to help, and it was obvious that going there alone would be a sign of breaking his word, and the other party's impression of him would become bad.

Therefore, Allen could only be patient, continuing to recover from his injuries in the temple while trying to find someone to help him inquire.

The details of the task that Koer and the others had accepted were left in a letter for Allen when they departed, also informing him of their approximate return time. So, despite the agitation in his heart, Allen could still afford to wait. According to Koer, Tom, and the others' calculations, they should be back within the next few days.

"Looking at your anxious appearance, has something happened?"

The return of Master Oscar had a significant benefit for Allen: he could shamelessly ask the master to use higher-level natural divine magic to help heal Richard. After the legendary master's treatment, Richard was finally able to get out of bed and move his somewhat atrophied body.

Of course, in return, Richard also told Oscar about his recent guesses regarding Alva and his group, as well as his observations, which also benefited Oscar greatly. It is said that in the past few days, Master Oscar, based on this information, has posted two related tasks in the temple, preparing to delve deeper into the purposes of Alva and his group.

"You could tell?"

Allen turned his head, looking at his gaunt companion who was leaning against the wall, seemingly about to fall over with the wind, and asked self-deprecatingly.

"Your face is completely filled with worry, and you keep letting out long sighs, which is completely different from your usual behavior. I'd be a walking corpse if I couldn't tell!"

Perhaps having experienced a life-and-death adventure, or perhaps out of gratitude, Richard could not ignore Allen's situation.

"Hey, it's nothing big, just focus on recovering."

Allen knew that he was indeed somewhat out of sorts. After all, it concerned an important choice regarding the future of the tribe. Allen still couldn't reach the point of keeping his emotions hidden. However, his companion was truly weak, and even if he told him, it wouldn't necessarily help. So, Allen didn't plan to tell him the truth, lest he force his weak body to do something rash to repay the favor.

"If you really need help, remember to tell me. My body is just a little weak, but my spirit is still full, and casting spells is no problem at all."

"Okay! I'll remember!"

"… …"

With Richard's company, Allen's days didn't seem so difficult to get through. During this time, Allen also learned a lot about the organizational situation spread across the two continents and Mansa from the other party, such as the Assassin's Guild, the Infiltrator's Guild, the Shadow Thief's House, and so on.

It wasn't until Koer and the others, dragging their tired bodies and covered in mud, returned to the small courtyard that Allen and his group had rented for a long time at the temple monastery that Allen's uneasy and restless heart regained its peace. After Koer and the others rested for another night, Allen took them to Brook District to contact the Snowme Tribe.

Brook District, located in the northwest corner of Mansa City, is where the representatives of the 113 member tribes in Mansa City and the tribal liaison points all gather. Allen only needed to ask a little to find out the location of the Snowme Tribe's liaison point.

As a tribal liaison point, it is actually the tribe's settlement in the city. Therefore, every building here is a detached house with its own courtyard, and the area is very wide, making it convenient to accommodate the numerous resident tribesmen of each member tribe. The Snowme Tribe's liaison point, viewed from afar, looks like a fortress surrounded by walls, with a team of 6 troll warriors stationed at the gate. Each person wears a set of chain armor, with a cyan-gray robe lining the inside, standing majestically at the gate.

"Hello, Allen. Witt of the Green Field Tribe, invited by Elder Taribo of your tribe, has come to visit."

Allen led a group of young people, stood at the gate, and greeted the warrior who looked like a captain among the guards, with a long knife hanging on his waist.

"Allen. Witt? Why are you only here now? Elder Taribo told us about your visit five or six days ago."

The troll captain's eyes showed contempt and displeasure, glancing sideways at Allen and the group of goblin warriors behind him, before saying coldly: "Wait here, I'll go inform Supervisor Samir."

"Okay, thank you."

Allen's expression was as usual. Now they were asking for help, and they were indeed a bit late.

After a while, a middle-aged troll wearing a light white robe appeared behind the captain of the guard, walking slowly. After looking at Allen and Koer's group a few times, he waved his hand and said: "Come in!"

"Elder Taribo told me about your matter. It's not impossible for our tribe to issue a letter of recommendation, but you need to prove your value and strength. My Snowme Tribe's letter of recommendation is never given to useless people, nor to guys who don't know how to be grateful, do you understand?"

While walking in the wide corridor, the troll supervisor Samir tapped Allen lightly.

"Understood."

Allen nodded.

"I came to contact you, Lord Samir, this time because Elder Taribo said there were things we could help with. Lord Samir, just give the order, and I will definitely do things well."

Looking at Samir's broad body and heavy steps, Allen didn't think the other party was very strong. Perhaps Allen could kill the other party with one hand, but because of their tribe's strength, Allen could only put on a smile and carefully please the other party. Allen, who rarely acted like this, felt somewhat uncomfortable in his heart at this time, but what could he do? For the development of the tribe, Allen could only wrong himself a little.

"Well, it's good that you understand."

Samir, who was walking in front, nodded slightly.

"As for this task, you have a few choices. I don't want to beat around the bush with you, so I'll just tell you clearly."

"The task this time is to help escort a batch of supplies to the Centaur Plains. After arriving at the front line of the plains, the task will be considered complete."

"Next, if you want to go back, we won't stop you, but we'll have to consider the letter of recommendation you want, and maybe arrange a few other tasks for you."

"But if you and your clansmen continue to fight on the grasslands as warriors of our Snowme Tribe, as long as you can complete 5,000 contribution points of merit, then our tribe will directly issue a letter of recommendation for you."

"Think about it yourself, because you were recommended by Master Oscar, that's why I told you these things. Otherwise, if other guys came, I wouldn't be so easy to talk to."

"… …"

Allen fell silent. Although he had already mentally prepared for the task to be difficult, Allen still felt a sinking feeling in his heart after hearing the task content, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his mind.

The transition is finally complete, and the next step is a new journey.

This transition chapter is a bit rough, because it was rushed out, but such a plot is relatively natural and better than the plot I wrote before. I don't have any manuscripts left, so everyone should bear with it for now. When I have time to save some manuscripts in the next two days, I will have time to sort them out.