Green Monster Epic

Chapter 932: The Church's Calculation

Retribution came swiftly. Just as the Green Lake City clansmen were joyously celebrating their great chieftain ascending to the peak that all war-occupationists yearned for, and sharing various delicacies with foreign guests, Allen had just finished receiving the joint visit of several major church envoys.

After seeing off the envoys from the major churches, led by the Church of Nature, the expression on Allen's face turned gloomy. He propped his right hand on the armrest of the chair, supporting his chin, and remained silent for a long time.

"Chieftain, I'm afraid we really have no way to refuse this matter."

Arbard had met with the church envoys alongside Allen and participated in the entire meeting and exchange. Therefore, he understood Allen's inner thoughts and his hesitation the most.

"Hmph!"

Allen actually knew that the other party's seemingly proposing a request was actually retaliating against the impact he had brought to the prestige of the temple in his speech on the mountaintop two days ago.

The sudden proposal by several major churches to build grand cathedrals in Green Lake City was something Allen had not expected at the time, but now that he thought about it, he could understand it, but it was difficult to accept.

Through this celebration, Green Field had exposed all the family wealth it had accumulated over the past few hundred years of韬光养晦 to the public eye.

While this undoubtedly brought shock to the entire wilderness forces, it also made them pay more attention to the various tribes of the Northern Border represented by Green Field.

The temple churches, which have always been committed to pursuing outstanding believers and followers, would certainly not let go of a tribe with such development potential. At the same time, they could also take advantage of the opportunity to establish branch temples in Green Lake City to better curb the path Allen was taking, dilute the believers he was developing, and slow down his time to become a god.

"These old bastards are really hard to deal with!"

Allen cursed and grumbled, very unwilling, but indeed helpless.

Although the forces of the temple churches were wary of the attitude of most members of the Mansha Alliance and dared not easily take major actions against the Green Field tribe, Allen really had no reason to prevent the churches from building grand cathedrals on his territory.

"However, we can also reveal this matter to Master Oscar and the others to see the attitude of the Oak Church."

"After all, our clan is nominally still a follower of the Father of Oak. If they can come forward to stop it, then it will be justified."

"Even if they have already reached a consensus, then we can also extend an invitation to the New Sprout Ranger Church and invite them to build chapels or churches in Green Lake City together."

"For things that cannot be avoided, try to develop them in a direction that is beneficial to us."

Arbard clearly thought about the matter in a short period of time and made a reasonable and correct response, but the final decision still depended on Allen, the chieftain.

". You handle this matter, and everything is up to you!"

Allen thought for a while and directly threw the trouble to Arbard. At this time, he was more concerned about the food festival held in his name and the upcoming cooking competition.

If these two things were handled well, then his image as the God of Cookery would be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, which would be of great help to his future ascension to godhood and the development of believers.

With Arbard's ability and loyalty, it was enough for him to rest assured to handle this matter, and it could also help Arbard hone his talent for ruling and show his face in front of other powerful people.

In the future, there would definitely be a constant stream of people visiting the Green Field tribe. Allen would naturally not meet everyone. Although the two city lords, Olenz and Brunlan, had considerable power, they were not qualified to express any opinions on behalf of Green Field. Therefore, Allen was bound to promote a loyal and capable goblin as his full representative in the future.

"Understood."

Arbard nodded and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Allen called out to Arbard and pointed to a chair next to him, asking him to sit down: "Regarding Ze Lang's situation, he has told you everything, right?"

"Yes."

Arbard nodded.

"Your lifespan is also coming to an end, but now there are many trivial matters in the tribe that cannot be separated from you, and you cannot settle down to engage in magical research. The possibility of you being promoted by yourself in the future is relatively low."

"Therefore, I want to use my means to help you advance to the middle stage of the legend or higher, and strive for another hundred years for you. However, there will definitely be sequelae to forcibly promoting your strength through the way of divine power feedback, and it may even affect your potential for self-growth."

"Moreover, if you want the divine power gift to achieve the desired effect, you yourself must also make some progress in terms of faith, otherwise my own strength will decline greatly, and your gains will be relatively large."

"Chieftain, I'm sorry, I"

Arbard quickly lowered his head and bowed, feeling very guilty.

"There's no need to explain to me what your mages' thinking is like, I still know it clearly. Not to mention that you can't devote yourself wholeheartedly to these beliefs, even I myself have reached my current height, haven't I never had a truly believed faith!"

"No, I actually have a faith, and that is the hundreds of thousands of people in my Green Field tribe. As long as they can live and work in peace and develop and grow steadily, then any price I pay is worth it!"

Allen's eyes seemed to possess a wonderful world, in which was the vast future of the Green Field tribe, which could not help but move and yearn Arbard.

The more rationally he looked at this world, the more fortunate Arbard was that their Green Field tribe could have such a talented, broad-minded, and wholeheartedly striving leader for the survival and development of the tribe, which was such a precious thing.

Even when the chieftain reached his current state, he could still maintain his original intention. Then, as himself, who he had pulled up with one hand, how could he have overly selfish thoughts and futilely insist on the so-called persistence of a mage? It was not a blasphemy against the tribe and his great idol.

"I understand."

Arbard made up his mind in his heart that after returning, he would use practical actions to prove to his idol that he had always regarded him as an example.

"You don't need to be too anxious, first figure out your own state and research progress. If possible, I would also prefer that you can be promoted through your own efforts and seek your own future."

"Now all the public property and resources in the tribe are open to you. You can mobilize anything you need, and don't worry about wasting resources."

"In my heart, your value is irreplaceable. If necessary, I am willing to exchange half of the wealth of the Green Field tribe for you."

"Chieftain!!"

Arbard's heart was surging. He never thought that his position in Allen's heart was so high that he would say that he was willing to exchange half of Green Field's wealth for him.

As a high-level member of the Green Field tribe and in control of the tentacles of the God of Cookery Society that spread throughout the tribe, Arbard was very clear about how powerful and wealthy the current Green Field tribe was.

Half of the wealth of the Green Field tribe, this huge benefit would even tempt a saint to risk his life for it, but the chieftain was willing to give up for the sake of himself, a mere legendary early-stage old goblin!!

"Don't think about anything, don't say anything, work hard and strive hard. It's rare for us to walk in this world, we always have to leave something for people to remember, don't we?"

"Yes!!"