Green Monster Epic

Green Lake City had never been as prosperous as it was now. In fact, Green Lake City could be considered the most prosperous and bustling place in the entire wilderness.

Not only were there many orcs and dwarves, who were currently engaged in the Civilization Race War, but also elves and humans, races that were usually hostile to the wilderness, were now appearing in the city in considerable numbers.

Regardless of how they fought outside, the Green Field Tribe completely prohibited any acts of revenge or killing once they entered Green Field territory. The only permitted action was dueling in the arena, with the consent of both parties.

Everywhere was crowded with people, and between the various district markets, there were arrow towers and drum towers, which not only transmitted various real-time information but also provided dedicated alarm and surveillance services.

In front of the buildings on both sides of the street, all kinds of delicacies were displayed. As the gourmet capital, the Green Field Tribe always had people with one or two signature snacks and delicacies. Now, in response to the patriarch's "Allen Food Festival," these families had prepared all kinds of ingredients early in the morning, cooking and selling them to the passing crowds.

The improvement of the Green Field Plain's climate had greatly increased the area of cultivated land. Even though the tribe and the Oak Temple had divided the areas according to their geographical environment and climate, classifying them into economic crops and magic plant material woodlands, there were still countless farmlands available for the tribe to produce more grain than they could consume.

A large portion of the surplus grain was sent to Namur Fortress to be sold by the Green Field Chamber of Commerce to various tribes in the Northern Territory, while the remaining small portion was used as reserve grain in the tribe's granaries, as well as a season's worth of rations for each household.

Perhaps no tribe in the wilderness was wealthier in terms of food than the Green Field Tribe. Wheat, rice, potatoes, corn... all kinds of staple foods that could be named were planted in considerable quantities on the Green Field Plain.

And the Green Field Tribe was still a group with a population of just under a million. The ratio between population consumption and grain planting volume was extremely large. It would probably take hundreds of years of operation and development for the Green Field Tribe to face a food crisis.

More importantly, the land ownership of the Green Field Tribe never belonged to individuals, but to the entire tribe. Whether an individual, family, or clan wanted to rent land for cultivation, as long as they could afford the annual rent tax, they could rent it for a long time.

Moreover, each family and clan would be allocated the amount of land to rent based on the number of people, to prevent too much land from being concentrated in the hands of a few goblins.

Of course, where there is policy, there are countermeasures. There would always be clever people who would find loopholes after the policy and profit from them. However, with Allen, the Sword of Damocles, hanging over the heads of the tribe's rulers, the rules were operating relatively fairly and effectively, indeed putting the tribe on a path of sustainable development.

With abundant material resources, coupled with the tribe's rulers' long-term and rational planning of agriculture, and the ingenuity of the earth goblin branch, which gradually showed intellectual talent after receiving systematic education from childhood, the culinary system developed by the tribe in recent years was no less than alchemy, forging, and other specialties. The reputation of Green Lake City as a gourmet capital was well-deserved.

As the reputation spread, people would naturally come to pan for gold. The most sensitive merchants brought various unique spices and ingredients from two continents tens of thousands of miles away to the city, allowing the city's excellent magic chefs to obtain all kinds of treasures without leaving the city, thus developing more and more effective magic dishes, allowing the reputation of the gourmet capital to continue to climb, and it was not far from becoming a household name in the Feyman world.

What followed was the reputation of Allen, who was firmly tied to the Green Field Tribe and Green Lake City, as the 'God of Food', which was increasingly accepted. As long as cooking and magic dishes were mentioned, his name was always a hurdle that could not be avoided.

It was as if the River Styx always maintained its mystery and neutrality, and never actively developed believers as the synonym for death -- Yeg, as long as the word death was mentioned, the phenomenon of a creature's death always had traces of Him.

Now, Allen had initially revealed a right -- the Guardian of the Green Field Plain, but in his very shallow knowledge of divinity, this right was indeed too weak.

The current territory of the Green Field Plain was only a thousand miles in radius with Green Lake City as the center. In a human kingdom, it was only the size of a province. Allen vaguely felt that this was not enough to protect his tribe.

And if the right of the God of Food could really be grasped by himself, just thinking about the chefs and foodies scattered throughout the Feyman world in the future might become his believers. Just looking at the scale of believers was enough to be exciting.

Although Allen did not yet know the differences between conceptual divine power, regional divine power, and law divine power, the inspiration from his intuition always allowed him to find the most suitable path.

After talking deeply with Albard, Allen walked out of the castle with him to the square. A bear goblin, who could be considered very handsome among the goblin race, bumped into him, directly putting his right hand on Allen's shoulder, scaring the surrounding vigilant goblin warriors who drew their swords and were about to rush up.

Allen signaled with his eyes, shaking his head to stop the children's movements, letting the hobgoblin, who was clearly seeing him for the first time, impolitely cling to him.

“You called me here, saying there was danger and wanting me to help you out, but in the end, you just had me watching you eat, drink, and have fun! ! ”

The hobgoblin looked indignant, venting his negative emotions to Allen with extreme dissatisfaction.

“Didn’t you say there would be a fight? Didn’t you say you'd let me show off my prowess? ? ”

“Is it just over like this? ? ”

“Alright, I miscalculated this time. I didn’t expect the two pillars of the alliance to directly express their support for me, especially Davinci, that kobold saint, who showed a very firm attitude. I still haven’t figured out what his intentions are behind it.”

Although Allen had never seen this hobgoblin's face, its aura was difficult to hide from Allen. It was that dragon, Figlas, who always changed his face from time to time and flirted around.

This dragon was originally invited by Allen as an important bargaining chip for the Green Field Tribe to deter the Temple Church. It was just a pity that he didn't even need to appear and show his true form, as the deterrent chip was already sufficient or even stronger. Therefore, Figlas did not show up without Allen giving the signal.

“I don’t care about that. The conditions you promised me won’t be taken back just because you didn’t let me contribute, right! ”

What Figlas cared most about was the conditions Allen promised for his help, which couldn't be changed because of this matter.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go back on my promise to you, but since you weren’t able to help my tribe this time, you can’t refuse the next time I need your help.”

Allen knew the nature of the dragon. Although he didn't intend to go back on his word, he didn't plan to let the other party take advantage. After all, a meal he cooked could easily attract many legendary wilderness powerhouses to risk their lives, and its value was extraordinary.

“The accounts can’t be settled like this.”

Figlas once again put on a rogue's face, pestering Allen. Albad, who was following behind them, lagged a few meters behind, closing his ears as if he hadn't heard their conversation.

“. If you agree to my conditions, then I will invite you to be a food critic at the upcoming cooking competition, judging the new dishes cooked by those excellent chefs! ”

Allen had long been accustomed to the dragon's shameless personality, and after bargaining with the other party for a while, he gave his final bottom line.

“Isn’t it natural for you to invite me to be a judge? ”

Figlas widened his eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable: “Looking at the entire Fayman world, which gourmet has tasted as many dishes as I have, and whose vision is as high as mine? ”

“But don’t forget, the cooking competition is organized by our tribe, and the prizes are also provided by our tribe, so who can be the food critic is up to me.”

“But you put ballot boxes in this food festival, letting people taste the best thirty dishes and their ingredients and spices from the many delicacies in your city, saying you were choosing judges for the cooking competition. Aren't you going back on your word now? ”

Figlas was immediately upset and complained loudly.

He had spent the last few days tasting nearly a thousand delicacies in Green Lake City, large and small, spending dozens of gold coins to select the thirty dishes he thought were the best and write down their ingredients and spice recipes.

Now, Allen's casual remark would make all his previous efforts futile.

You must know that it is very rare for a dragon to willingly take out dozens of gold coins from its pocket.

“I made the rules, and I have the final say on how to interpret them. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to participate! ! ”

“Then give me back the gold coins I spent! ”

“Then spit out everything you ate completely intact! ”

“. ”

Who would have thought that two absolute top powerhouses in the wilderness would argue over a mere few dozen gold coins until their faces were red? Fortunately, Albad had the foresight to stay out of it early, otherwise, if two guys he couldn't afford to offend asked him to judge, he would have suffered.

In the end, the dragon Figlas had to make concessions, who told him that he was gluttonous and not strong enough to beat that hobgoblin Allen!

Amidst the quarrel, the three of them came to the streets of the brand-new city. Allen had an extra layer of magic cast on him by Albad, temporarily changing his appearance slightly. Although the essence could not be changed, few people could discover his true identity from Allen's restrained aura.

The crowd was bustling with people, each holding one or several kinds of food in their hands, strolling around while looking around, seeing which foods attracted them.

As a prelude to the cooking competition, the food festival was held to let the gourmets and chefs who had traveled thousands of miles see the rich culinary heritage of the gourmet city. Secondly, it was to select some excellent judges for the cooking competition, so that people could be convinced of the strength of the final winners of the competition.

Of course, the scholars of the Green Field Tribe came up with sets of rules, also to generate revenue for the tribe, so that these guests who had come all the way would spend more in the city, and the tribe could share some of the cost of preparing such a large scale event.