Green Monster Epic

Chapter 87: Finally, a Sigh of Relief

The life of a hobgoblin is truly comparable to that of a cockroach. Despite the lack of proper medical facilities, Allen, the current chieftain of the Green Field Tribe for who knows how many generations, survived severe burns all over his body.

It was now the Month of Solidification, a dozen days since Allen had invited the Bone Breakers to meet. After returning from Blade Stone Land that day, Allen had been in a coma for a full three days. During these three days, the entire tribe was in a state of panic. If Da Shan and Hua She hadn't sworn oaths and explained to the tribe using Allen's contract that they had reached an agreement with the kobolds, ensuring they would no longer attack their tribe, the Green Field Tribe might have scattered during Allen's coma.

It wasn't until Allen woke up from his coma and confirmed the truth of what Da Shan and Hua She had said that the tribe cheered and their spirits lifted. Without the strong enemy of the kobolds coveting and spying on them, without the danger of battle and slaughter arriving at any moment, anyone would feel a great weight lifted from their heart.

"Chieftain, you must never take such risks again. Without you, our tribe would truly be finished."

Camellia carried a large wooden bucket filled with meat porridge specially cooked for him, carefully helping Allen up while using a wooden spoon to scoop a spoonful of the fragrant meat porridge and bring it to Allen's mouth.

At this time, Allen was wrapped tightly in strips of linen, making it difficult to move like a mummy. The herbal medicine applied inside the linen was made from fresh hibiscus flowers and animal oil, as suggested by Philip. Because of the strong smell, countless flies and mosquitoes were constantly crawling and flying on the strips of cloth, while the new skin on the injured area brought a tingling sensation, making Allen want to scratch but unable to exert any strength. This torment made Allen particularly irritable these days.

"If it weren't for my fight, would you have the good days you have now? A bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings who only know how to talk! When it really comes time for you to do something, not one of you can help!"

Allen ate with difficulty, scolding Camellia. Camellia was used to it, treating Allen's scolding as a passing breeze, lowering her head and focusing on feeding Allen.

"Have those bastards in the tribe been slacking off today?"

After eating, Allen was still worried about the nature of the tribesmen in the village, also wanting to find something to do to distract himself from the physical torment affecting his mental state.

"It's okay. Mr. Philip is very strict with those who are lazy and try to be slick. No one dares to slack off. By the way, your house is more than halfway built. But now, apart from the stonemasons, no one can cut stone bricks, and there aren't many stone bricks left. We're just waiting for you to recover and resume your old profession!"

Hearing the question, Camellia narrated what had happened in the tribe. But in fact, there was nothing major happening in the tribe. Now that they had no worries about food and drink and no external enemies spying on them, their lives were very comfortable.

"A bunch of worrisome things!"

Allen was naturally happy to hear this, but the words turned into scolding when they reached his lips.

"By the way, I haven't seen Philip lately. Go find someone to call him over. I have something to talk to him about."

"Alright."

Gently wiping the meat crumbs from the corner of Allen's mouth, looking at the gentle and admiring look in her eyes, Allen couldn't help but feel several chills in his heart.

Camellia was one of the few unmarried people in the tribe. Allen originally thought that Camellia had made a great contribution to the tribe, and since she was considered a flower in the tribe, he specially allowed her to freely choose a partner from among the tribe's males. But in the end, Camellia didn't choose anyone. At that time, the look in her eyes when she looked at him was like this, scaring Allen into making a vow in front of all the tribesmen: he would never consider breeding or choosing a mate until the Green Field Tribe had completed its reconstruction and restored its original strength.

The consequence was that Camellia also didn't choose a mate, disappointing the males who were eagerly waiting for her to choose them. Of course, Camellia also had a reason, which was that she was pregnant, and the father of the child in her belly was Stone, who had died for the Green Field. Hearing this, Allen felt a little happy in his heart.

At least, Stone had left a child behind. Perhaps one day when the child grew up, he would look just like Stone.

Allen thought so, and would not move Camellia in the slightest. This had nothing to do with so-called ethics and morality. Wilderness natives never had these things. It was only because of his feelings for Stone and his guilt towards him that Allen had unconsciously placed them on Camellia and the child in her belly, making Allen not know how to be alone with this pregnant woman.

Philip hurried over, his face bruised and swollen, looking rather comical.

"What happened? Did some bastard in the tribe bully you?"

Allen couldn't help but ask with a smile when he saw the embarrassed expression on the other's face, even the itching sensation on his body lessened a bit.

"It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into something while walking."

Philip said embarrassedly, touching the wound on his face.

Allen didn't believe this reason at all. Even if Allen hadn't seen it himself, he could basically guess how the wound on the other's face came about: it must have been those narrow-minded bastards who were dissatisfied with Philip's supervision work and secretly attacked him!

"You've been wronged. After my injury heals, I'll drag those damn things out and let you deal with them!"

Philip didn't want to pursue the matter, but Allen couldn't help but express his attitude. After all, the other party was still capable. It was necessary to win people's hearts when it was time to win people's hearts, even if Allen didn't really understand what people's hearts were, but subconsciously he felt that things should be done this way.

"It's okay, it's okay, this little injury will be fine in a few days."

Philip didn't want the black-hearted guys outside to think that he had complained, so that Allen seemed to be venting his anger, but in reality, he would offend those guys even more.

"This time your plan was very successful, allowing our tribe to get rid of the threat of the kobolds."

Seeing the determined expression on the other's face, Allen didn't pursue the matter further, and then started talking about the business.

"This is also because you, Chieftain, are inherently outstanding in strength, otherwise it would be impossible for the kobold leader to give way."

Philip didn't dare to take credit, and quickly gave the credit to Allen.

"These are two different things. As a reward, I've decided to exempt you from your slave status and build you a house to live in alone. What do you think?"

Allen was unmoved. In this regard, he was straightforward.

"Ah?"

Naturally, Philip was happy to hear this good news suddenly. Who would want to live as a slave for the rest of their lives, especially since he himself was once a nobleman. Although, after getting rid of his slave status, his status didn't improve much, but life always goes on day by day, and maybe one day he will regain his freedom!

"Then I'll thank the chieftain for his grace first."

Philip bowed, expressing his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.