Green Monster Epic

Chapter 579: Old Faces Depart, New Faces Arrive

The Greenwild Tribe once again experienced a high-level power transition.

The city lord and town chief of Green Lake Town and Namur Fortress, two important cities of the tribe, who had held power for decades, quietly left their posts without the knowledge of many ordinary goblins.

Chieftain Allen had reassigned them to quarries in the distant west with a single sentence.

For the newly appointed town chief and city lord, Allen accepted the recommendations of Facardo and the other two, which could be considered Allen's way of acknowledging their years of hard work.

However, contrary to what Facardo and the others had imagined, although Allen accepted the candidates they recommended, he switched the positions of these two individuals: the Bear Goblin Tris and the Bear Goblin Oliver.

Tris, who originally commanded the army at Namur Fortress, took two or three confidants and went to Green Lake Town to become the town chief; while Oliver, who was originally the deputy town chief of Green Lake Town, was appointed by Allen as the city lord of Namur Fortress.

Although Allen, for the sake of the meritorious officials Trick and Facardo, promised to consider the talents they recommended, he still held a skeptical attitude about the actual abilities of these two candidates.

Tris and Oliver, the two Bear Goblins, had been managing their respective towns for many years, and their foundations could be considered stable.

They could certainly maintain the daily operations of their respective towns in the short term, but Allen never liked having a conservative person in an important position.

At least during the years that Allen was still alive, he did not need such tribal leaders.

Therefore, weakening the foundations of Tris and Oliver, the two Bear Goblins, and having them serve as leaders in places they were unfamiliar with, could be considered a major test that Allen gave to these two successors.

If these two were truly talented, then Allen believed that they would find a way to quickly gain a foothold in their new positions and seize power; but if either of them lacked the talent and could not take back power from the local leaders and convince these colleagues, then Allen would not be polite and would let a more talented and courageous goblin replace their authority.

The Greenwild Tribe now has a population of over 150,000.

Because the tribe values education, talent cannot be said to emerge in large numbers, but it is definitely sufficient.

Although, due to Allen's preferences, the tribal management was more inclined towards the Bear Goblin branch, but since they could be crowned with the title of intelligent race, the Bear Goblins actually had some merits in terms of intelligence.

Perhaps their overall intelligence was not as good as that of the Dwarf Goblin branch of the same race, but among the large number of Bear Goblins, there were always outstanding talents.

"City Lord Oliver, you can't do this!! How many days has it been? Where is the promised supplies!!!"

Oliver had only been the city lord of Namur Fortress for half a year, and he had just gained a firm foothold when he was now facing an extremely thorny problem.

At this time, the Bear Goblin city lord, wearing gorgeous clothes and gradually becoming fat, felt somewhat envious of his colleague and rival, Tris, whose life was much better than his!

A group of gnoll and troll faces blocked Oliver's office castle early in the morning, expressing their indignation and loudly protesting to Oliver.

"Everyone, the difficulties are only temporary, and I hope everyone can understand and be patient!! We also don't want such problems to occur, after all, we also have a share in the lost benefits!!"

"But you can't stop our food supply!! Our grain stores only have enough reserves for a maximum of three days.

If there is no food in the city, the guys below will rebel!!!"

A female troll with two lumps of fat hanging on her chest shouted loudly at Oliver with a fierce expression.

She was just bullying Oliver for being a new city lord and seeing that his style of doing things was somewhat inexperienced, so she dared to raise her tone.

Otherwise, if Facardo was still in this position, this group of guys would definitely not dare to make too much noise, nor would they be so undisciplined.

"The several grain merchants we cooperate with have recently breached their contracts at the same time, saying that the human kingdom in the south has suffered a disaster this year, and the output has been greatly reduced, while the elves in the north have occupied many lands of the dwarf kingdom, but they do not engage in production, and the grain exports of the two families have never been large!"

"We have also urgently sent a trade team to Mansa City to raise food, you all know this, but it also takes time to transport food back from Mansa City!!"

Even now, Oliver had not fully adapted to the change in his situation of being in charge of one side.

In the past, he was more of helping Trick fill in the gaps and implement the various decisions made by Trick.

When it came to making his own decisions and issuing orders, he was often hesitant, after all, each of his orders was related to the lives of tens of thousands of people.

"City Lord Oliver, everyone is not dealing with each other for the first day.

Your tribe has several large granaries in the city, and the stored grain is enough to support your tribe's people for half a year.

Now that our two tribes, as alliance partners, are facing a food crisis, City Lord Oliver, you can't stand idly by, at least lend us a batch of food to help us get through until the trade team's food arrives!!"

Another middle-aged gnoll male's eyes flickered.

Although he tried his best to hide it, Oliver could see a trace of panic in his movements and tone.

In fact, Oliver was very clear about what these two trolls and gnolls, who were shouting the loudest, were seeking in their hearts.

As long as he was willing to help them, they would definitely owe him a favor in the future.

However, what these two did not know was that the situation they were now in was, in its essence, the result of the Greenwild Tribe's design for many years.

Now, it was only because of a word from Chieftain Allen that things were moving along the tribe's predetermined path.

It could even be said that the predicament faced by the twenty or so gnoll and troll natives gathered in Oliver's town hall at this time was also within the Greenwild Tribe's plan.

"Ms. Furen, things are not like this.

The food problem does not only exist in your tribe, but also in our tribe!! You can't buy food from those cooperative trade teams, and neither can our tribe.

This is a dilemma that everyone has to face."

"I have only just taken the position of city lord, and it is impossible to know that a food crisis may occur, and still lend food to you at this time.

If the trade team of the chamber of commerce cannot buy food at that time, or the several trade teams in the south still have no food, then what should our tribe's people do??"

"Moreover, as far as I know, your two tribes have also established tribal reserve grain, which is the time to deal with the current situation.

You should state the situation to your tribal high-level, and I believe they will agree to your request."

Oliver's face was troubled, showing no hint of falsehood, as he patiently explained to the troll female and gnoll male before him, and helped them find a solution to their problem.

"Where else could we…"

The middle-aged male gnoll, Jadell, with a twisted and hollow face, was about to blurt out the truth, but immediately realized the gravity of the secret and quickly shut his mouth.

Standing beside him, side by side, with an expression of shared hatred, the female troll, Furen, also felt her heart leap into her throat, almost elbowing Jadell to interrupt his slip of the tongue.

"City Lord Oliver must be joking. It's not time to use the tribe's reserve grain yet. How can we bring this up to the leaders?!"

"Heh, heh, heh, Ms. Furen, you yourself understand that it's not time to use the tribe's reserve grain, so why are you making things difficult for me?!"

Oliver's smile vanished, and he stared at Furen with a serious expression, questioning her in an icy tone, "Do you think I, Oliver, am easy to bully??"

"No…"

The troll Furen replied sheepishly, but her eyes still showed reluctance.

Ms. Furen was not only a grain merchant, but also a core leader in the male-dominated Snowme Troll tribe, in charge of the tribe's grain storage.

As a large tribe in the wilderness, each tribe has a certain sense of crisis. Storing enough grain and supplies for the tribe to consume for a certain period is the knowledge and foundation that a large tribe should have to survive in the wilderness. However, in recent years, due to being located at the throat of commercial routes, the living environment of the troll and gnoll tribes has changed greatly, especially since they no longer need their lower-level tribesmen, vassals, and slaves to collect resources and cultivate and graze as they did in Boon Town and Coldwind Post. They can easily obtain a large amount of grain and supplies simply by purchasing them with money.

Initially, the heads of the two tribes in charge of grain reserves still had a sense of crisis, diligently doing their jobs. However, with the improvement of the tribe's quality of life, the strengthening of the concept of money, and so on, the middle and high-level members of the two tribes, who originally did not have strict management ethics, gradually became corrupt, using their power to seek personal gain for themselves and their families and relatives.

Furen and Jadell were no exception. In any case, they would eventually take over the deficit accounts of their predecessors. Unless they exposed these matters at the beginning of their tenure, the responsibility would fall on them after they took office.

Those who can be promoted to their positions must be confidants who have already participated in it. Since they will not report it, then the remaining choice must be the same as the previous heads, using various methods to embezzle the grain from the tribe's granaries to enrich their own pockets.

After several heads of departments embezzled, the granaries of the two tribes were actually empty. Even if there was still a little old grain, it would not last for a few days for the two tribes' population of more than 200,000.

Perhaps Furen and Jadell never thought that, being located at such a commercial throat, with countless merchants coming and going every day, how could there suddenly be a day when they could not buy grain?! As long as they have enough funds in their hands, if something goes wrong, they can simply spend some money to make up for the hole.

However, this thing really happened, which made Furen and the others anxious, so they gathered a group of people to come to Mure Fortress to seek a way to solve the crisis.

"City Lord Oliver, you may have just been transferred here not long ago and don't know how close our relationship is. Why don't you write a letter to Mayor Trist and chat with him? He will tell you the benefits of cooperating with us!!"

Another slightly older troll male stood up and said slowly in a kind tone.

"We were wrong about your promotion, City Lord Oliver. We didn't send a congratulatory gift. Today is a good time to make up for it, and I hope City Lord Oliver will like it."

The troll Mori Ti reached into a delicate dimensional bag at his waist, and then a crystal clear necklace with countless jewels inlaid in it appeared in his hand.

"This is a mid-level magic necklace. It can cast a protective arrow shield three times a day, and the effect is very good."

Mori Ti took out a magic item, which can be said to be rich and powerful, but he really had no choice. As the previous logistics director of Furen, if the grain deficit was exposed, then he would not be able to escape the blame.

Now that he has changed jobs and is in charge of the tribe's weapon and equipment replacement and scrapping, the profits here are much greater than those of a mere director in charge of grain reserves. If he loses his current power and status because of previous problems, Mori Ti would be too wronged.

When Furen, this useless woman, found him and told him about the current situation and difficulties, Mori Ti refused in his heart, but after weighing the pros and cons, he still came with Furen to ask for help from this group of green skins.

"…"

Oliver looked at the necklace in front of him, his eyes radiating light, seeming very tempted, which made Mori Ti couldn't help but sneer in his heart. The so-called excuses and responsibilities were actually just because the benefits were not in place.

Furen, this woman, has too little vision and doesn't understand the way of dealing with things. She thinks that the green-skinned city lord in the south has been replaced, and she can erase the previous relationship with the old city lord, and is unwilling to spend the cost of maintaining the relationship. Now that there is a problem and the newly appointed city lord refuses to help, it is also a matter of course.

If Furen could maintain a good relationship with all parties according to the previous rules, she would not have caused today's problem.

"… If I refuse Mr. Mori Ti's kindness, it seems very impolite. Then I will thank Mr. Mori Ti first. Thank you for your generosity."

Oliver struggled several times in his eyes, then raised his hand and took the necklace from Mori Ti's hand. Although he didn't observe it carefully, his fingers couldn't help but rub it back and forth while speaking, feeling the cold and uneven texture of the necklace.

Mori Ti saw all this in his eyes, mocking in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all.

"What's the expense? It's just a small toy. There will be more of this type of thing when we spend more time together!!"

"However, Furen's request just now…"

Of course, Mori Ti didn't think that his efforts were without reward. Being able to connect with Oliver, one of the two powerful green-skinned leaders, and maintain a good relationship, is worthwhile in the long run.

"Let me think about it and give me some time to understand the grain reserve situation in the fortress, how about it???"

"That's for sure."