The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1223

Behind the desk, which was over two meters tall and made of pure gold, the Balor Balor Brent, who had concealed his presence, was playing with the Assassin's Guild badge that bore unique markings and information. About ten centimeters above the center of his pair of horns, a crown formed of fire element was burning fiercely, demonstrating the Balor Balor's powerful strength and noble status.

Not all Balrogs can possess this crown. Only demon lords who are favored by the will of the abyss and whose strength reaches the peak of the Saint level can manifest this elemental crown.

"Welcome, distinguished guest from afar. My name is Brent Ramsden, the union's rotating president for this month."

Led by the succubus, Allen pushed open the door and entered the spacious study. Brent, who was behind the desk, stood up and walked towards the door. Even when he was trying to hide his height, he was still over 5 meters tall and exuded a powerful pressure as he approached Allen.

Seeing this, Allen showed no fear whatsoever. The aura he had been deliberately suppressing burst forth, and his momentum was no weaker than that of the Balrog in front of him. At the same time, the magical artifacts he was disguised with were broken by the violent flow of anger, revealing his true form as a goblin.

The succubus Stasi, who led Allen to the study, was in great pain. She gripped the iron wall with both hands, gritting her teeth to keep from kneeling on the ground. Despite her legendary strength, she was struggling to maintain her balance.

"Hello, President Brent, I am Alan Witt from Feynman World."

The two powerful figures, whose sizes differed greatly, were less than ten meters apart. One looked up and the other down, their eyes meeting as they introduced themselves.

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The succubus Stassy ultimately couldn't withstand the overwhelming aura of the two powerful figures. She collapsed to the ground, her hands braced against the earth, a pained expression on her face. However, when she saw Allen transform back into his goblin form, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a look of realization.

After a brief standoff, both sides almost simultaneously withdrew their auras, instantly clearing the spacious study. The succubus maid on the ground also felt the heavy pressure on her body disappear, and after letting out a long sigh, she slowly got up from the ground.

"You can go now, and close the door behind you."

Brent glanced at Stacie and coldly commanded, "Don't say a word about what you just saw."

"Yes."

Stacie quickly bowed in response, and at the same time, her hoof-shaped legs began to dart about, soon disappearing outside the study door.

As the door slowly closed, Brent raised his hand and invited Allen to sit on the sofa next to the desk, while he himself sat on another sofa custom-made for him, picked up the exquisite tea set beside him, and said, "Mr. Allen, the 'God of Cookery' from the Feynman World's Mansa Wilderness, do you need us to do something for you?"

Allen's eyes flickered upon hearing this, but he was not surprised as he was already prepared. He then got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"I'm here to seek help from the union."

"We hope to use the guild's channels to help gather intelligence on several Abyss Lords and exchange some top-tier materials."

Brent was not surprised to hear Allen's request, since most visitors from other dimensions came to the guild for the same reason.

“Mr. Allen, you should know the rules of the guild. As long as you can afford the price, the guild can provide whatever you want, even assassinating the Abyss Lord is no problem.”

Allen nodded slightly, then took out three crystal boxes from the dimensional belt. Inside were two master-level dishes and one grandmaster-level dish that he had casually cooked on the way: "I understand the rules, and I've prepared the reward." "Is this magic cuisine?"

Brent sat up with great interest, and with a gentle wave of his hand, he used a mage's hand to lift up one of the crystal boxes that was emitting a five-colored glow, hovering it less than 2 meters above his face and opening it.

A rich, sweet aroma wafted over, along with abundant magical power that instantly ignited the desire within Balor, making him wish he could devour it on the spot.

"Uh, cough cough, I've long heard that magical dishes are incredibly wondrous, and seeing it with my own eyes today, it truly lives up to its reputation!!"

Balor Flame Demon was, after all, a Saint-level being, and his control over his inner desires was extraordinary. However, his strong willpower brought him back as soon as his thoughts wavered slightly, and in the end, only an expression of appreciation remained in his eyes.

"I just don't know how effective this dish will be?"

Sensing a hint of doubt in Brent's tone, Allen merely grinned slightly and began to introduce the dish in front of Balrog: "President Brent, the food box you have just opened contains a master-level dish that I cooked using the brain and blood essence of a demigod-level lava octopus from the abyss as the main ingredients."

"It can increase a demon's affinity for fire-based magic. The increase varies slightly depending on the user's own magical affinity and strength, but it can increase fire affinity by at least 15 points. At the same time, I extracted the abyssal power from the octopus's body and used several unique auxiliary materials and concoctions to activate it, allowing the user to absorb the abyssal power after consuming it..."

"Master-level dishes have significant effects on beings below the demigod level, including those at the demigod level, and also have good effects on beings at the saint level..."

"And these two master-level dishes, one of which uses the heart of a legendary demon as its main ingredient..."

What could have been presented in just a few words took Allen quite a while to explain in great detail the function of the data. Listening to Allen's explanation, Brent became much more careful in handling the food box, and his expression became more satisfied.

"I wonder if the value of these three dishes is enough to pay for the information I want?"

"That depends on which Abyss Lords' information you need, Mr. Allen."

Even though he was very satisfied with the three dishes, Brent still put on a shrewd and calm expression when it came time to start negotiating.

Allen casually pulled out a sheet of paper, on which were densely written more than a dozen lines of text—the very name of the Abyss Lord he was here to inquire about. Brent took the page, his eyes scanning the paper quickly, a thoughtful expression gradually appearing on his face.

"I hope the guild will share all the information about the lords written in red above without reservation, and I am willing to pay any additional price for it."

It has always been the practice for the Assassins Guild to withhold information about certain important members and to grant them certain privileges for their safety. For example, Allen enjoys privileges such as information blockade and protection from assassination attempts in the Assassins Guild in Mansa Wilderness.

Therefore, Allen believed that the Assassins Guild in the Abyss had made corresponding promises regarding their important mission in this plane.

"Then I'm afraid Mr. Allen will have to pay a heavy price..."

Brent pondered for a moment, and when he looked up again, he had made up his mind.

Upon hearing the implication in the other person's words, Allen showed no displeasure whatsoever. Instead, he replied in a deep voice with a hint of surprise, "That's not a problem at all."