Green Monster Epic

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to have such skills in grilling meat, Allen!”

“You wouldn’t happen to be from that gourmet tribe in the northern wilderness, would you?”

“When will it be ready… … ”

On the edge of the cold forest, outside the simple temporary camp, four adventurer teammates surrounded Allen, watching him skillfully turning a whole griffon carcass, roasting it beside the bonfire, taking a few deep breaths in intoxication, and couldn't help but utter heartfelt admiration.

Even many human companions in the trade caravan were attracted by the strange aroma of the meat, wandering around the adventurers' bonfire from time to time, wondering if these adventurers would be generous enough to invite them to taste this feast together.

“I heard that the city of origin of that gourmet tribe in the northern wilderness is a place full of all kinds of magical delicacies, known as the origin of all delicacies!”

“I've eaten the food invented by that tribe—steamed buns, dumplings… … The taste is indeed delicious, much better than their bland bread!”

“… … Your name seems to be the same as the goblin leader who is known as the 'God of Food' in that wilderness tribe! ! Are you related in any way? ?”

When Allen revealed his cooking skills, the talkative teammate in the group, while looking forward to Allen's barbecue, chattered and shared various legendary stories about the Green Field Tribe that he had recently heard with his surrounding companions.

Even Allen himself didn't expect that the titles of 'God of Food' and the City of Delicacies had spread to the distant end of the Southern Region, and it seemed that there were quite a few people who knew about these things, at least the adventurer partners he was temporarily working with could basically chime in on topics such as 'God of Food' and the City of Delicacies.

Of course, most of the things that came out of these guys' mouths had been distorted. For example, the rumors describing 'God of Food' Allen ranged from just over two meters to three and a half meters, with a waist width exceeding one meter or even two meters, and so on. The reason why Allen had such a strong interest in food was because he was cruel and bloodthirsty, and after every fight, he would take the heart and lungs and other essences from his opponent to eat, from eating raw at the beginning to roasting, frying, etc. later, just to enjoy the pleasure of personally killing his opponent… …

Allen listened to these absurd legends, not recognizing the person his companions were describing at all, and found it quite amusing.

A pair of strong arms constantly turned the entire griffon's carcass over and over, allowing it to be fully eroded by the heat of the bonfire, changing its internal structure. A large amount of oil was roasted out of the griffon's muscles, and before it could drip to the ground, Allen skillfully turned the grill, mixing it with the simple seasoning that was constantly being sprinkled, evenly covering the surface of the gradually charred barbecue.

Just as Allen was wholeheartedly, with a pious and focused attitude, cooking the barbecue in his hand, the core of the vortex of anger at his heart, the grain of faith dust that was a circle larger, suddenly bloomed with brilliant light.

This light had an indescribable sense of mystery, invisible and colorless but indeed existing, but no one in the field, including Allen himself, noticed it.

Allen's hands also flickered with the light of the faith dust, and gradually a white, hazy halo appeared. Every time he sprinkled spices, every time he turned the grill, Allen's moving hands would draw arcs in the space, and the halo remained on the spatial trajectory, just like a magician constructing a magic model.

Mysterious, imperceptible energy fluctuations began to slowly rise in the ordinary griffon ingredients. The spices and oil infiltrated the charred skin, interacting with the halo on Allen's hands, and a mysterious change naturally arose inside the ingredients.

“Okay! !”

Allen sprinkled the last handful of spices according to his wishes, and the powder of the spices mixed with the oil fumes evaporated in the air, floating towards the burning bonfire.

Boom! !

A ball of flame suddenly rose on the barbecue, and disappeared quickly, and at the moment when the flame burst, a pure fire element energy was quietly absorbed into the barbecue.

Allen casually stuck this barbecue rack into the cleared open space, and at the same time used the dagger at his waist to chop off a beast leg and hold it in his hand, proudly pointing to the fragrant barbecue, spitting out two words.

“Hey! ! Don't snatch! !”

“I saw that piece first! !”

“Whoever gets it first, okay? ?”

As soon as the words fell, four adventurer companions had already pounced on it, feasting on the tempting food in front of them, constantly making snatching movements. Not far away, there were also several bonfires burning, and a group of human caravan buddies watched this scene enviously, but were too embarrassed to intervene and share the food with this group of strange and barbaric adventurers.

For a chef, the most gratifying thing is not only developing a new dish, but also that the things they carefully make can be appreciated and praised, just like the companions in front of them are grabbing food regardless of their image, while still not forgetting to express their admiration and gratitude to Allen.

Although the ingredients themselves did not have any special features, Allen's cooking this time had a feeling of comfort and ease all over his body. During the cooking process, every action and timing he chose was perfect. And when he himself tore a piece from the whole roasted meat leg in his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed, feeling the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy barbecue splashing between his mouth and tongue, he rarely had a trace of complacency.

When Allen handed this roasted meat leg to Karl, who was leading the sentry duty, and another human companion, when he came back, a griffon barbecue weighing more than three hundred pounds had not even a bone left.

The ground was a mess, but the four companions, Kelsie, Lucyne, and others, who were full of food and drink, uncharacteristically calmed down. One by one, they began to sit cross-legged directly on the wet and soft snow, with a solemn and serious expression on their faces, occasionally mixed with a bit of pain, or perhaps a bit of enjoyment.

Allen was slightly stunned, and then he understood a little in his heart, and his face couldn't help but become serious.

It seemed that his cooking skills had improved again. An ordinary ingredient, some ordinary spices, seemed to have been transformed into a magic dish after his hearty cooking. At this time, looking at the aura on his companions, sometimes agitated and enthusiastic, and sometimes depressed and calm, it was obvious that there was an energy flowing in their bodies, guiding them to break through a bottleneck in themselves.

Although he couldn't be sure what the final result of these companions would be, Allen knew that after they woke up, his peaceful days would probably be over.

If I had known it would be like this, then I shouldn't have cooked it, why show off! !

Allen thought hatefully, while thinking about how to deal with it next.

Fortunately, Crystal Frost City wasn't too far away now. After crossing the Taiga primeval forest, which spanned hundreds of miles, and then traversing a snowy tundra, they would reach Crystal Frost City in at most twenty days.

Unbeknownst to Allen, just as he was focusing on cooking, he had once again stimulated the mysterious dust of faith within his body and unfolded a preliminary domain prototype. This allowed him to turn an ordinary roast meat into a dish filled with mysterious magical power.

After all, the false god image Allen established was the God of Gourmet, skilled in cooking. Although there has never been a Food God in this world, just like the Dwarven God of Forging, Allen was naturally on the path of cooking, easily self-stimulating domain abilities, allowing the food he cooked to have a greater chance of stimulating hidden magical power.

As the image of the 'Food God' became more real and widely known, Allen's cooking domain ability would naturally become stronger. However, Allen, who was still exploring, would probably have to go through countless attempts to sense the power of this domain.

"Huff!!"

"I!! I broke through!!!"

The first to wake up was the wild ogre warrior Camden. Feeling the weak but tenacious battle qi power flowing with his blood, he couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Following closely behind was Lucy, the orc warrior whose physical strength was slightly inferior to Camden, but who had already stimulated the battle qi in her body. Although she didn't break through her current level, she could feel that the battle qi in her body was more refined, and perhaps she would be able to level up again soon.

After them, the female dwarf thief Kelsey also quickly woke up from meditation, with a look of surprise on her face as she felt the changes in her body. Immediately, her whole person suddenly disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was in the shadow of a carriage dozens of meters away.

Obviously, this was another lucky one who broke through the shackles of the low-rank.

One after another, the other two companions who were passively meditating also woke up, but they didn't have the luck of Kelsey and Camden. Although their warrior levels had also increased by one, after all, several foundations were not solid enough, and now they were still stuck at the threshold of an 8th-level warrior.

However, they seemed to have other gains in the previous meditation, and they had more confidence in advancing in the future. Obviously, they had gained some insights after experiencing the energy stimulation brought by the previous roast meat.

"Allen!!! You are my lucky angel!!!"

Kelsey, who had always been unsmiling and had a cold face all day long, suddenly rushed to Allen and gave him a warm hug. Even though her height was only enough to reach Allen's abdomen, if anyone had a lewd mind, the hugging action would be a bit awkward.

The reason why Kelsey was so excited was also because she was now a 26-year-old girl. For dwarves, whose lifespan was similar to that of most humanoid intelligent races, if she didn't break through the low-rank bottleneck at this age, her future would be basically hopeless.

It was precisely because she was troubled and ashamed that her strength could not be improved that Kelsey traveled all the way from the northern Taren Continent to the southernmost part of Hieron in the south to adventure. She had made up her mind that she would never go home if she didn't break through.

Unexpectedly, just an ordinary escort bodyguard mission, just an ordinary dinner, Kelsey easily broke through to the mid-rank shadow dancer combat profession that she had dreamed of.

Camden's eyes were also full of gratitude, staring straight at Allen, and it seemed that he would not take his eyes off him for a long time.

The other two companions were even more excited, with a hesitant look several times, and their bodies kept circling around Allen, obviously determined to follow Allen throughout the days of the escort mission.

"I've only heard that the most outstanding chefs of the Greenwild tribe in the north can cook a kind of dish that helps people break through or improve various characteristics of the human body. I never thought that one day I would be able to taste such a delicacy in person."

"Allen, thank you!!!"

The orc Lucy scrutinized Allen back and forth, and finally thanked Allen seriously.

"I really just performed exceptionally this time. I didn't expect to be able to cook this low-rank magical dish. Even if you ask me to follow the same method and steps now to do it again, I wouldn't be able to make this magical dish again."

"It's really an explosion of luck, probably because of the favor of the goddess of luck!!"

Allen replied pretentiously, and also put on an excited and serious look, his eyes full of memories of the expression before cooking.

Anyway, the guys in front of him probably only knew some scattered information about magical dishes, but they didn't know that if they really wanted to cook a magical dish, the menu, cooking techniques, ingredient quality, etc., all played a vital role.

Even the master-level chefs of the Greenwild tribe today dare not guarantee that they can cook a magical dish every time when they take out their most satisfactory state and use the best quality ingredients and magical plant materials.

Not to mention Allen in front of him, using ordinary spices, ordinary beast ingredients, and simple barbecue techniques to cook a magical dish that can help low-rank combat professionals break through.

If cooking magical dishes was so easy, then so many warriors stuck at level 8 and level 12 in the Greenwild tribe would have been forcibly stacked with countless magical dishes by the chefs instructed by Allen to create more excellent warriors.

"Moreover, I only know the recipe for this one magical dish. When I was learning to cook in the Greenwild tribe, I tried my best to please my teacher, and he taught me this simplest dish."

"Before this, I had never succeeded once. You said, aren't you very lucky."

Although it has some meaning of trying to cover up, Allen doesn't care. Anyway, the reason why he concealed his identity and hid in this caravan was just to avoid disturbing the strong men of the Ice and Snow Kingdom, and at the same time to pass the boring time.

If these guys really want to continue taking advantage of him relentlessly in the days to come because he showed off his cooking skills, then Allen doesn't mind exposing a little strength to let these guys know their limits.

It's just a chance encounter. He and these low-rank adventurers only have this short-term fate at most. Since they are lucky enough to eat a magical dish, that's their luck, but Allen never thinks that he has any obligation to make magical dishes for these guys in the future. He still always adheres to the principle of fair exchange.

"Oh!!"

"Then..."

"From now on, I won't make roast meat anymore!!"

"Alas!!"

"Your such good skills, don't continue..."