Green Monster Epic

"… … Let's talk, did the suggestion I gave you have any effect?"

While taking a big gulp of the tempting aroma, Figlas asked Allen with a curious look in his eyes.

"You mean… … Thank you, at least for now, it's still having some effect."

Allen was slightly puzzled at first, but quickly woke up, and then replied frankly: "However, if I want to completely master this legendary expertise and turn it into an instinctive trait, I'm afraid I'll have to spend decades figuring it out."

"Hehe, you're doing pretty well, at least you're prescribing the right medicine!!"

Figlas was very happy for Allen, and had more expectations for his future: "But what's the development of your Food God Society like?"

"… …"

Allen was silent for a moment. He didn't tell Figlas that because he knew more about the road to becoming a god, he had more worries and hesitations about embarking on this path in the future.

"It's okay, but it's not developing as fast as it did at the beginning. After all, with a large scale, you need to be more cautious."

"Yes, indeed."

Figlas had an expression of deep agreement, and didn't suspect Allen's words at all, after all, he was just asking casually.

The cooking pot in his hand kept turning, so that the food in the pot was evenly heated, and fully integrated with various spices and vegetables, so as to stimulate the magic power of the ingredients themselves from the inside.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Allen is now more confident when cooking: a certain ingredient begins to stimulate its internal magic power at a certain stage, what kind of vegetable and spice needs to be added to make the magic power more surging; what kind of cooking technique is needed for new ingredients, so that the magic power contained in it can be preserved as much as possible, or what spices and auxiliary materials can be added to make the dishes more excellent… …

No longer like in the past, when facing the novel ingredients collected by Figlas, Allen often needed dozens or even hundreds of experiments before he could barely satisfy himself, so that the dishes were roughly fixed and obtained stable dish characteristics.

Now Allen, often after getting new ingredients, takes such ingredients in his hand, and then takes a small bite of the ingredients, chews and feels for a moment in his mouth, he has a general understanding of this ingredient in his heart, and at the same time, he has several or dozens of plans for the cooking method, the auxiliary materials needed, and so on.

When he personally starts putting these novel ingredients on cutting boards, frying pans, steaming trays and other tools, Allen can also make effective and correct judgments through subtle changes in taste, ingredient color, etc., as if the food in his hand is his own clone, and he can see the internal changes at a glance.

The magical characteristics bring Allen an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in cooking. When the fragrant food you cook melts into your heart and spleen, and the magical magic power ripples in your body, feeling the body functions being washed and sublimated, strengthening all aspects of your body at a speed visible to the naked eye, what could be more proud for Allen than this delicacy at this moment!!

"Come on, try this dish!!"

A milky white soup was scooped out of the pot by Allen and placed in a delicate porcelain bowl. The rich aroma came to the face, and the corners of Figlas's mouth, who had transformed into a troll, suddenly pulled out a crystal clear thread. The dragon was very unceremoniously hooked out of the glutton.

"Cough cough!!"

After spending a long time mingling with the Green Field tribe, Figlas has learned a lot of the table manners developed by the goblins. He awkwardly wipes the dragon saliva from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and his left hand doesn't know when a set of golden, shiny cutlery inlaid with many precious jewels appeared.

The platinum-made spoon swirled a few times clockwise in the milky white soup, slightly raised, and a cottony silk thread dripped down from the bottom of the spoon, quickly revealing the spoon's silvery-white texture.

After there was no residue left, Figlas then solemnly opened his mouth and sent this spoonful of soup into his mouth.

With just a small sip, the rich taste suddenly exploded in Figlas's mouth, stimulating every cell in his body, making Figlas couldn't help but greedily squint his eyes, letting this mouthful of soup flow back and forth in his mouth.

Until the throat slightly swallowed, the mixture of soup and dragon saliva flowed into the stomach, and soon a warm current rose from bottom to top, spreading around, and Figlas sprouted another wonderful feeling, as if his whole person was soaked in a hot spring, being massaged all over by countless delicate and smooth jade fingers.

"Tsk!!"

"Oh!!"

Figlas groaned strangely with satisfaction, feeling the subtle changes inside his body, the cheers and fullness of every cell, all silently telling Figlas that his body had undergone subtle changes, moving that small distance towards a more powerful direction.

Although it was only a slight improvement, Figlas was very clear that the passive growth he had gained from sleeping for two or three years might not be comparable to this kind of change.

"… … This time, I learned a lot of new ways to process ingredients from the human kingdom in the south. Like the 'White Jade Star' you are now tasting, I borrowed the human method of fermentation to naturally remove the poisonous and bitter substances from the deep-sea shark liver that you captured… …"

"… … The transparent colloid dotted like stars is the cartilage inside the dorsal fin of this shark. Unfortunately, it is too fresh at this time and can only be used as an auxiliary material. If you can give me a little more time to deeply process it, then with the cartilage of this dorsal fin as the main material, I think I can cook another delicacy… …"

Allen was also tasting the soup he had cooked, proudly introducing to Figlas the inspiration for cooking this dish, as well as the parts and techniques for taking the ingredients. Occasionally, his eyes would also slightly condense, seeming to be dissatisfied with a certain aspect of the soup.

"… … According to my prediction, the best effect attached to the cooked 'White Jade Star' should be a month-long underwater breathing ability, as well as a good improvement in resistance to poisonous magic, and also have the effects of detoxification and improving eyesight… …"

"… … And the effect of this soup, judging from the speed at which its magic power volatilizes, seems to only have half a month of underwater breathing ability at most, and the improvement in resistance to poison-type magic is also unsatisfactory. It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement… …"

Aside from judging the color, aroma, and taste of the food, Allen pays more attention to the magical properties that are ultimately stimulated by the magic dish recipe, carefully sensing the vibration and volatilization of magic power in the body, as well as the various changes in the body, Allen finally had an unfinished expression on his face.

Fortunately, what Figlas hunted this time was a mid-level magic beast in the endless sea - the Deep Sea Giant Shark. Without saying anything else, the size of this giant shark alone is enough for Allen to try many dishes. In comparison, the first soup in front of him can only be regarded as an appetizer for the two's meal.

"Not bad, I think it's very good!!"

Figglas continued to enjoy the delicacies before him, allowing the myriad flavors to explode in his mouth, and replied contentedly.

Allen shook his head. This dragon was clearly a glutton. It was practically impossible to get any constructive feedback on his cooking from him.

Downing the rest of the food in one gulp, Allen put down the porcelain ware in his hand, preparing to start cooking his second delicacy of the day. While he was enjoying the food just now, the initial concept for the second dish had already appeared in Allen's mind, and now he felt even more confident in making it than before.

Far above the endless starry sky, the brilliant new star that formed a duality with Allen's main body gradually increased in brightness as Allen devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cooking process.

The power of faith, collected and transmitted from the Ferman world, was now gathering in the new star, slowly and steadily transforming it. Countless rocks, ice crystals, and liquid air drifting in space were attracted to this new star, pouring into it and becoming the nourishment and foundation for its future radiance.

Besides transforming this new star, a small portion of the power of faith transformed into a mysterious force. When Allen began to cook, it passed directly through the star's core into Allen's seed of faith, forming an unknown energy that infused into the dishes with each ingredient and spice Allen added, and with each wave of the spatula and single-handled iron pot.

The power of faith was so magical. Allen's self-perceived improvement in cooking skills was actually just the power of faith blessing his skills, allowing the ingredients to be stimulated to the greatest extent in his hands, thereby creating delicacies with myriad flavors that made people salivate.

Figglas savored the delicacies in the bowl, golden light occasionally flowing in his amber-colored vertical pupils, as he watched with interest Allen's solemn face, as if he were fighting someone, cooking the food in the pot.

The title of God of Food, which had never existed in the Ferman world, might now actually become a reality because of the existence of this hobgoblin before him.

The more Figglas thought about this, the more fiercely the flames burned in his heart. The experience of being involved in the birth of a deity could very well become a legend among the dragons. And with the power and talent of this hobgoblin before him, if he really embarked on this path, then the time for him to become a god would inevitably be before his next Molting Shackles arrived.

If Allen really succeeded by then, then with the help of a deity, he would probably never have to worry about the troubles of his future Molting Shackles again, and there would inevitably be a place for him among the ancient dragon elders of the Fire Dragon clan in the future.

"Your cooking skills are getting better and better now, and the characteristics added by these magical dishes are particularly outstanding. Shouldn't we take this opportunity to spread your superb cooking skills, so that we can lay a more solid foundation for the establishment of your future God of Food faith?!"

Figglas's food was not eaten for nothing. As a dragon, he did not need to be like Allen, who had to think about the development of the tribe every day and squeeze out time to temper his own strength. Having too much free time, the dragon, because of his interest and related interests with himself, would usually plan for Allen in his mind.

At this time, eating Allen's delicacies, Figglas simply exchanged with Allen some of the things he had been thinking about these days.

"What do you mean?"

Allen glanced over while preparing his dishes.

"The characteristics of the magical dishes you cook now are extremely attractive, even to legendary powerhouses. Look, shouldn't you think out some dishes specifically to help those legendary powerhouses who are stuck in bottlenecks, or break through the shackles of the early and middle stages of the legendary realm, or finally break through the final stage of a certain legendary specialization?"

"Like the dish you cooked before with the spinal cord and swim bladder of the Smiling Tiger Whale, the first feeling I had after eating it at the time was, why am I not a White Dragon??"

"If it were a White Dragon, or a water element evocation mage who ate this delicacy, then their affinity for the water element would inevitably go up a level, and it would definitely be of great help to the understanding and control of many water element magic!!"

"… …"

Allen's movements slowed down for a moment, obviously touched by Figglas's suggestion, but soon, he felt the impact of his slowing movements on his current cooking, and immediately resumed his smooth stir-frying movements.

"Legendary powerhouses all want to improve their strength, especially those legendary powerhouses who are stuck in the early and middle stages of the bottleneck. Their pursuit of breakthroughs is actually even greater. After all, strength, perhaps, can be compensated by mastering a few more legendary specializations, or collecting a few more suitable equipment, but the increase in lifespan brought about by the breakthrough cannot be compensated by any other external things."

"So, as long as there is a possibility to help them break the shackles and increase their lifespan, even legendary powerhouses will flock to ask you to cook magical dishes for them."

"By then, isn't the price up to you to set? Moreover, you can also leave some friendship with the powerhouses of other tribes, wouldn't it be of great help to your tribe too?"

Figglas spoke eloquently, seemingly very confident in his suggestions.

"Of course, the most important thing is to let your fame as the God of Food change from being spread only among those bottom-level gluttons to being truly valued by everyone."

"… … … …"

Allen seemed to have a window opened, his eyes lit up, and he finally found the treasure he had abandoned.

Although he occasionally showed off his cooking skills these years, he rarely took the initiative to promote the magical dishes he cooked. After all, Allen spent most of his time on the tribe and self-improvement, where would he have the leisure to cook delicacies for outsiders!!

Anyway, his title as the God of Food has been spread out these years, and it doesn't seem to matter whether he shows dishes in front of outsiders or not.

Moreover, as the head of a clan, Allen also has to save some face. To personally make delicacies for someone whose strength and status are far lower than his own, how great would that person's background have to be!!

It was precisely based on the influence of this inherent thinking that Allen, with his good cooking skills and countless magical dish recipes he had developed, rarely had legendary powerhouses taste Allen's craftsmanship.

Thanks to the reminder from the book friend, some ideas are indeed things that I myself did not think of, and I will absorb some suggestions to use.