Green Monster Epic

It wasn't enough to make one believe that their subsequent choices would align with their promises, based solely on a group of old foxes making so-called promises in front of him.

But if, as now, they were to represent Allen in receiving envoys from various quarters, that would be a different matter altogether.

When the envoys from various houses saw that the northern chieftains were so trusted by the Saint-level Beorning, possessed great prestige among the Greenwild Tribe, and could command that group of goblins, everyone would naturally believe that the relationship between the northern tribes and the Greenwild was exceptionally close!!

The several great chieftains were well aware of the reason for Allen's request, but they couldn't show any unwillingness; on the contrary, they had to appear happy and delighted.

The development of the eastern foothills of the Cato Mountains was on the right track, with income increasing every year. After the north reached a consensus with the Hoxia Federation, there was naturally no need to worry about the land north of the eastern foothills being invaded by the Drow, and the Thorns Ring subsequently incorporated it into its development.

With the improvement of the northern climate, rainfall in the Cato Mountains had increased, and many rivers had appeared on the land on both sides of the east-west mountain range.

Where there are rivers, there is naturally life, and many suitable places have become excellent for farming and grazing.

In the past, the various tribes had a take-it-or-leave-it attitude towards farming and grazing. Anyway, their tribes only had hundreds of thousands of people, and with vast territories and trade routes nearby, there would never be a scene of starvation everywhere.

But with the sudden rise of the Greenwild Tribe, the population exploded due to sufficient food, and with wars breaking out in the north and south continents one after another, although the merchants who came and went were still prosperous, few important strategic materials could flow into the Mansa Wilderness.

When materials were in short supply, the tribes realized the importance of self-sufficiency. Seeing the continuous development of the Greenwild Tribe in recent years, even without trade routes and merchants, they had sufficient materials, who wouldn't be envious!

Envy alone is useless. After feeling the strong pressure from the Greenwild Tribe, the tribal leaders, for their own benefit, would also learn the Greenwild Tribe's development model and begin to pick up farming and grazing, which they had previously neglected.

The territory of each tribe was also affected by climate change, but after all, it was too far from the mountain canyon passage excavated by the Greenwild Tribe! The increase in rainfall was not much, and the natural changes were limited. But the Cato Mountains were different. These cumulonimbus clouds loved to travel along the mountain line, and the rainfall was not comparable to other tribal territories, so the impact was not small.

More importantly, the eastern foothills of the Cato Mountains originally belonged to the Greenwild Tribe. Now that they were willing to let everyone develop it together, it would be foolish not to take advantage of such a good opportunity for the wilderness natives.

The more development, the more benefits. By now, the ruling class of each tribe could no longer ignore the harvest of this region, and it was no longer a dispensable existence. As the remaining branches of the north-south mountains, valleys, and basins were further developed, various livestock and food produced by the cultivated land continuously replenished the hands of the tribal nobles, and everyone was naturally bound closer and closer to the Greenwild Tribe.

In addition, with His Excellency Allen as the backbone of the Northern Territory in the alliance, whether it was to fight for their own interests or to resist the alliance's exploitation of the Northern Territory, they had to closely surround Allen. The foundations between the several major tribes had already been linked together, and everyone could not easily break away.

"It's time to meet with the big shots of the various churches!"

"You have to go with me too!"

"Do you want to notify Mother Penile and let them come and support you? See what their attitude is?"

Figglas didn't care. Anyway, he was just a thug. Allen would let him fight whoever he wanted, and if he couldn't win, he would just run away. Such a simple thing didn't require too much brainpower.

"I've already sent someone to notify her."

Although Allen had rejected Ashlee a few days ago, causing the Dark Saintess to leave with a frosty face, the Dark Saintess represented the Spider Queen, and Penile and the others, while worshiping the Spider Queen and obeying her divine will, also had their own interests. To gain a foothold in the Northern Territory, they had to curry favor with Allen, this powerful figure.

Of course, Allen also knew that the Hoxia Federation had a close relationship with the Church of Nature. The fact that the other party was able to join the Mansa Alliance and become a member with power was due to the great efforts of the Church of Nature behind the scenes. Even if Penile and the others came to support Allen, they might stand on the other side when things really came to a head!

But it didn't matter. As long as the water was muddied, what did it matter who was with whom!

"By the way, I have to go out later. Find a place to amuse yourself. Remember to come to my castle for the banquet tomorrow night!!"

"Who are you going to see?"

"An assistant!!"

"Oh."

Allen quietly left the castle through a secret passage, unnoticed. After leaving the secret passage, he ran wildly towards the northeast, all the way to a valley in the remaining branch of the Cato Mountains.

"Long time no see, Your Excellency Allen!"

"You actually came in person!!"

The valley was shrouded in clouds and mist. Occasional insect chirps and bird calls also stopped abruptly with the sudden arrival of a strange aura. Only when Allen set foot in this valley, he had already discovered a hidden aura. Because of his arrival, the dense clouds and mist voluntarily gave way to a passage, guiding Allen forward.

Arriving at the depths of the valley, a human-faced mage dressed in a black robe was sitting in front of a long ice table, fiddling with the exquisite and gorgeous tea set in front of him. It was the highest person in charge of the Assassin's Guild in the Mansa Wilderness—the demigod mage Garvin.

"How did Your Excellency discover such a drink?"

On the ice table, a ball of flame was slowly burning against the ice surface, but it didn't melt the ice table. The two elements, which should have been opposed and incompatible, were so harmonious under the control of the powerful demigod mage.

Above the flame was a floating kettle, emitting white steam, and under the guidance of Garvin's fingers, the kettle tilted slightly, and a stream of heat flowed out of the spout, pouring right into the scarlet tea set.

The tea set was soaked in tea, which Allen had found after comparing countless plants.

Including Allen himself, he didn't like the bitter taste of this tea at first, but he couldn't stand the tea's unique effects of calming the nerves, nourishing the brain, and restoring mental strength. So after drinking it again and again and getting used to the taste, he had a unique flavor.

Not only did Allen gradually like tea, but because of his preference, many goblins followed suit, and finally it spread to the outside world, opening up channels for this alternative tea.

Especially the spellcasters who were pursuing tranquility and mental strength recovery were overjoyed after discovering the effect of this tea. The mild tea took effect quickly after entering the mouth, not only accelerating the recovery of mental strength and magic power, but also helping to condense consciousness. What a good auxiliary thing!

Of course, the Greenwild Tribe also made a lot of money every year because of the production of high-quality tea, which accounted for a considerable proportion of the tribe's income.

"If you like it, I'll have someone prepare a few pounds of the best for you later."

Allen originally had no ill feelings towards Garvin and the Assassin's Guild behind him. Anyway, the two professions of assassins and prostitutes have never been cut off from ancient times to the present. Even if there is an absolutely good god like the so-called God of Light and Justice, they cannot cut off their existence, which shows that their existence itself is a law of the world's operation.

But the last time the Assassin's Guild asked him to carry out the assassination of the Pope of the Church of War, Allen finally realized that the other party's seemingly neutral attitude actually had its own support tendency.

Since then, Allen has rarely had too much involvement with the Assassin's Guild. Even the branch opened in Moore Fortress has now begun to be restricted by the Greenwild Tribe's law enforcement department.

If Allen hadn't felt tricky this time and needed outside help, he wouldn't have issued a task to the Assassin's Guild.

But he didn't expect that the executor who took on the task this time would be the president of the Mansa branch of the Assassin's Guild.

"Then thank you, Your Excellency!"

Garvin came in person this time to make up for the errors in the last mission. Their guild itself was indeed neutral, but the larger the guild's business, the more complex the intertwined relationships inside, and these things are not easy to reveal to the outside world. Even if it aroused the vigilance and disgust of the wilderness forces, they could only bite the bullet and accept it, and then slowly make up for it.

"Regarding this mission, because Your Excellency's requested time is relatively tight, and the strength of the executor required is relatively high, so after consideration by my guild, I was asked to come in person to solve your problems."

"I wonder if Your Excellency has any objection to me as the mission executor?"

"I believe in your strength, but judging from the reward I gave, it doesn't seem enough to get a top demigod like you to take action, right?"

Allen himself doesn't have much wealth. For this mission, he took out a legendary weapon with excellent quality, and personally made a delicacy as a reward. Although it was enough to attract many demigod-level existences, it hadn't reached the point where it could make Garvin, a peak demigod and mage profession, take action.

"Is Your Excellency underestimating the magical dishes you cook? Just the item in your mission reward that says that after completing the mission, you can cook magical dishes with corresponding characteristics according to your needs has already moved me!"

"I have personally felt the magical effect of magical dishes, but I have never tasted the magical dishes cooked by Your Excellency, the 'God of Cookery'. If I go to the Styx without tasting the dishes cooked by Your Excellency in this limited time, what a pity it would be!"

"But usually, it is more difficult to ask Your Excellency to cook a dish specifically for me than to search for a legendary weapon. Now that I have this opportunity in front of me, how could I give it up!"

"Is that so? Then I am really honored!"

Allen was noncommittal, taking it all as the other party's sincere explanation, but only hoping that Garvin would not have other thoughts in this mission: "Then let's talk about the specific matters of this mission first!"

"Please tell me in detail, Your Excellency."

I wanted to play a literary fight in the end, but I can't write anything fancy, which is very frustrating.