Green Monster Epic

The lively auction was underway on the city wall, with the highest price for a single dish soaring to over 2000 gold coins. Averaging the final prices of nearly a hundred dishes, it came to about 1000 gold coins, demonstrating the impressive status of magical cuisine in everyone's mind.

Moreover, Alan believed that the value of magical cuisine would definitely increase further in the future. Dishes with miraculous effects, such as 'Changing Tides' and 'Tears of the Goddess,' would be eagerly sought after even by legendary powerhouses, whose wealth made even the highest prices insignificant to them.

The competition below the city wall eliminated more than half of the chefs once again. After more than an hour of deliberation by the judges, thirty of the most outstanding chefs were selected.

The chefs who stopped here had already made a fortune. The rewards from the previous rounds of the competition alone earned them four or five dish recipes that were inaccessible outside. At the same time, they would receive 10% of the gold coins earned from the auction of the dishes they cooked, directly into their hands as cooking fees.

Although the Green Field Tribe was the organizer and provider of ingredients and spices, no one would dare to complain even if they pocketed all the auction proceeds. However, Alan and Albert did not do so. Instead, they established rules before the auction to ensure that the creators of the dishes could also share a certain percentage of the profits.

Directly auctioning the dishes not only served to recover costs but also to allow participants and witnesses in the city to see the value of magical chefs and spread this information after the competition.

Furthermore, the Green Field Tribe's initiative to share profits with the magical chefs, allowing them to gain more wealth, could strengthen their determination and motivation to continue, while also laying a solid foundation for the next cooking competition.

"Today's competition ends, and the grand finale will be held tomorrow."

At this time, it was Alan's turn to step forward. He looked down from the city wall at the thirty faces surrounding the stoves and began to introduce the rules of the final competition with majesty.

"You have one night to prepare. Next, you will be issued a roster containing information about the ingredients and spices that will be provided to you tomorrow. You need to create a unique magical dish based on the characteristics of the ingredients on this list."

"At that time, we will conduct the final evaluation based on the rank and magical properties of the magical dishes you cook. The ultimate winner will receive a set of legendary-grade kitchenware."

"Cheer up, future children who will create the path of delicious food!"

Alan was naturally pleased. Of the thirty magical chefs who remained in the city, only two were chefs from other races, and the rest were all chefs from the Green Field Tribe. This also meant that most of the high-value prizes prepared by the tribe remained within the Green Field Tribe, and the wealth did not flow into the hands of outsiders.

The spectators on the city walls and in the stands around the competition venue also gained a lot.

Although they could not receive material rewards like the contestants, many people came to participate in the event with a learning attitude. Witnessing outstanding peers using their skilled and exquisite craftsmanship to cook delicious food that could evoke desires and fantasies in people's hearts, they learned far more than they could have by working behind closed doors for several years.

The Green Field Tribe was also very considerate, prioritizing the stands closest to the competition venue for the contestants who had signed up, which made these chefs, who would inevitably carry forward the magical chef profession in the future, ecstatic.

The auction of freshly made magical dishes ended, and the crowds dispersed. Alan returned to the group of guests on the city wall and exchanged greetings with the envoys before treating them to a satisfying meal. The night passed peacefully.

The next morning, the final cooking competition night was unveiled again in the sunshine.

Although there had been many days of competition, and cooking itself did not have too many highlights or truly fierce confrontations, the ordinary spectators became more and more bored as time went on. However, the final still attracted countless heads挤 (squeezed) into all the available spaces, whispering and waiting for the thirty winners to enter.

In order to highlight the formality and solemnity of the competition, each chef who appeared would receive a detailed introduction from the narrator, allowing them to have a more resounding reputation and a better prospect after completing this competition.

Until Alan himself slowly appeared, standing together with all the competition members, not only did it immediately elicit waves of cheers from the Green Field Tribe, but it also caused countless envoys on the city wall stands to look sideways, and their originally somewhat indifferent attitude suddenly became serious.

If you want to truly establish a clear image of a 'God of Cookery' in the hearts of the world, I am afraid that there is nothing more weighty than competing on the same stage with a group of excellent chefs and finally speaking with absolute strength.

"This competition has been very successful, and it makes my hands itch to compete with everyone!"

Alan smiled slightly. Although the tone seemed to be just understated, it clearly spread to everyone's ears, directly suppressing the tribe's earth-shattering cheers.

"But don't worry, everyone. I will not participate in your competition. I am just preparing the promised rewards from our tribe for the top winners. You just need to concentrate on making your own dishes."

Even though Alan made an explanation, the thirty magical chefs in the field could not help but feel a little excited and nervous. Seeing this situation, Alan simply spontaneously activated the God of Cookery Domain, and at the same time, snapped his fingers. A range-based mind-soothing divine spell turned into a halo, stabilizing the emotions of the chefs in the field.

On the city wall, the group of church envoys and the four pillars who witnessed Alan casting the mind-soothing divine spell were all shocked, and complex emotions were revealed in the depths of their eyes.

Although it was only a mere Tier 2 low-level divine spell, everyone did not see Alan using any scrolls or magic props. It was more like a divine spell cast by his own power.

As everyone knows, Alan, the berserker-advanced saint, basically has no possibility of casting divine spells. Now, he has broken everyone's inherent perception and done such a thing. The hidden secrets contained in it made those who already knew that Alan had embarked on a certain forbidden path seriously consider how deeply he had gone.

Although Alan was not deliberately doing it, he did not think about hiding it anymore. Since his secret was not really a secret, then revealing some magical methods at this time could just dispel many probes from those who were secretly watching and reduce the trouble for himself and the tribe.

"Okay, let the competition begin!"

Alan raised his hand and directly advanced the competition process.

"Everyone, hurry up and choose your ingredients. I'll wait for you to finish choosing before picking up what's left!"