Green Monster Epic

As Allen spoke, other important figures, such as the Centaur Three Royal Court Special Envoy and the Drow Matron Penleigh, also expressed their attitudes. Although their words were not sharp, the meaning behind them was similar to Allen's.

In the face of利益, there are never eternal friends or enemies. The abilities that Allen displayed were too divine, at least not comparable to most existences in the Feynman world. Perhaps only the God of Craftsmen and the God of Alchemy could personally descend to the Feynman world to surpass Allen's methods.

Under the pressure of the situation, Allen remained silent for more than a magic hour, listening to the constant persuasion of various figures. Finally, his divine consciousness communicated and weighed with his main consciousness, reaching a conclusion.

"...How about this?"

When Allen raised his head to speak again, everyone immediately fell silent, staring at him intently, anticipating his answer.

"To be honest, I am not yet confident in cooking these dishes. I don't even have a 30% chance of success, let alone 50%. So, I really need time to carefully ponder the techniques, experiment, and perfect the cooking of these dishes."

"In addition, I have a vast territory in Green Field and the Northern Territory to manage. The elves in the north have not given up withdrawing their troops from the dwarves, which also requires my attention and even involvement, because they are related to the survival of millions of people in my Green Field and Northern Territory."

"Please give me thirty years. After thirty years, I will definitely be able to sort out the specific techniques for cooking these dishes. At that time, I will also compile them into a book and place them in my clan's culinary academy for chefs of all races who meet the requirements to study at any time."

"Lord Allen, we are not..."

Someone on the side became anxious when they heard this and hurriedly spoke.

"Let me finish!!"

Allen shot a glance over, and the consciousness of this jackal envoy, who was obviously instructed to interrupt Allen, was immediately stirred and churned. His face turned ugly in an instant, and it was difficult to speak any further.

"Thirty years later, if I have mastered the exact cooking methods, then I will take out ten dishes of the same level every fifty years during the cooking competition to share with everyone. As for which tribes will ultimately obtain these dishes, it will depend on everyone's respective bids."

"Please believe me, the difficulty of these magical dishes that seize the creation of heaven and earth is no less than making a demigod-level weapon. So, when I say I will cook ten dishes, I am actually exaggerating. I am afraid it will be difficult to reach the agreed number by then, but I am willing to try it for the sake of the alliance."

Allen's tone was deep and firm. This was the greatest sincerity he could offer after a series of choices. If the group of people in front of him were still not satisfied, then he could only change his face and communicate with them.

Now, the worst outcome is just a falling out. The various tribes in the Northern Territory had already received Allen's promise: as long as he completely mastered the secrets of cooking, he would give the tribes a list and a price. After the tribes had raised the corresponding resources and materials, he would cook and make dishes for them once every period of time.

However, the specific interval had not yet been determined, because Allen himself had not fully figured out the difficulty and cost of cooking these dishes.

After receiving this promise from Allen, the tribes in the Northern Territory were naturally overjoyed. This meant that the ruling class of their tribes might be able to form a true bloodline inheritance in the future, and they would not have to worry about handing over the foundation they had worked so hard to outsiders.

Therefore, the various tribes in the Northern Territory were completely and closely united with Allen and the Green Field tribe, unless there was a similar invasion of the elven army into their territory, an irresistible desperate situation, otherwise they would not easily turn against Allen.

"Isn't ten dishes a little too few?"

Breckenridge frowned and scanned the heads of the people on the viewing platform of the square, dissatisfied, and said: "The Mansa Alliance has more than 130 members, how can ten dishes be enough to distribute!"

"And you also said once every fifty years, wouldn't it take a long time for all the tribes to take turns?"

The mainstays of the other major camp forces nodded in agreement.

"Breckenridge, don't forget, I am also a Saint. Have you ever seen Lord Da Vinci personally deal with anyone in so many years?"

"I can personally cook for the alliance, as a Saint, I have already been very worthy of the alliance, right?"

"And you can't look at the problem so statically. You have personally witnessed how excellent the culinary skills of my clan are. As long as this cooking competition can continue to be held, I believe that it will not take long before excellent and diligent chefs will emerge and replicate and cook the dishes I have developed. At that time, you will no longer need to come to me to ask for dishes!"

Allen played a trick, using the unwritten rule that Saints cannot easily take action, causing Da Vinci's upper eyelids to tremble a few times.

But Allen couldn't help it. He really had a lot of things to do. He had to deal with the charter and development of the Food God Society, explore the path of Food God belief and promotion, and at the same time take care of and supervise the development of the tribe. He had too many things to spend his mind on, how could he spare so much energy to invest in cooking.

Of course, after this experience of cooking magical dishes, Allen will still find ways to devote more major events to cooking. After all, if these dishes can be mass-produced, then the top power of the Green Field tribe will inevitably erupt like a volcano. At that time, the tribe will not be the number one tribe in the Northern Territory, I am afraid that the number one tribe in the wilderness is completely no problem.

"Allen, I know that everyone is forcing you so much now, it is indeed a bit too much, but I still hope that you can take another step back, after all, only you have this cooking skill, which can greatly improve the overall strength of our wilderness."

"In this chaotic world, the more hope the tribes have, the stronger their motivation will be."

"At the same time, I hope that you can hand over the specific allocation of dishes to the alliance, and let us determine who is qualified to obtain these dishes: he should at least make a major contribution to the alliance, be willing to obey the instructions and orders of the alliance, and cooperate with the actions of the alliance."

Da Vinci finally spoke, making Allen have to consider carefully, but he could not make much concessions, until the other party also made concessions: "If you agree with what I just said, then the matter we said before about the Northern Territory supporting the army will be cancelled, how about it?"

Allen lowered his head again, and the two split consciousnesses in his mind communicated and argued with each other, and soon came up with a plan: "The time is shortened to thirty years, but I can't increase the number of dishes, because based on my understanding of cooking, these dishes are really not that easy to succeed."

"At the same time, I also want to give you a heads up in advance, the cost of these dishes will not be low, and may not be lower than building a legendary equipment."

"Twenty years, give the alliance ten dishes, you only need to quote the required costs, and we will take care of the rest of the search."

Da Vinci finally made a decision, not allowing Allen to refuse.