The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1226

He floated through the window and landed lightly in front of the shop door, which was not yet open for business. Allen treated the customer who had come to him with respect and led him into the shop, which was still under renovation and setup.

Upon entering the shop, the low-ranking demons inside, suppressed by their bloodlines, were all unable to move. They knelt on the ground in terror, not daring to raise their heads. Only after Allen led the Balrog Balrog up the stairs did they all breathe a sigh of relief. They were both apprehensive and curious as to why such a noble being would come to this humble shop.

Could it be that the owner behind this shop is not as ordinary as he has appeared these days?
"This shop doesn't seem very big. Is Mr. Allen planning to open a school here and enroll students?"

Following Allen to the relatively clean space on the third floor, Brent looked around at the space, which seemed somewhat cramped compared to his own size, and a barely perceptible look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.

"It's actually quite nice to have a place to stay when you first arrive."

Allen didn't take it seriously. Everything is difficult at the beginning. In this unfamiliar and dangerous place, the first step is actually very important if you want to make a name for yourself.

As something new appearing in the Abyss, whether it was the audience for the magical dishes cooked by Bella, who was only a mid-level magic chef, or the magic chef apprentices that Allen mentioned needed to recruit for the establishment of the cooking school, the first to open the gap and become the tasters were definitely the low- and middle-level demon natives in Zerata.

Therefore, setting up restaurants and schools in slums was the best location Allen and his group could choose given their limited resources.

"In my opinion, you should find a better place. This area is a slum, a place where all sorts of wicked and vicious people like to stay. You never know when some fool might come here to cause trouble and mess up your business."

"If Mr. Allen is facing difficulties because he can't find a better location, or has other problems, then you can leave this matter to me. I will immediately mobilize the resources and strength of the union to arrange everything for you."

The reason Allen was left out for over ten days was to verify whether the magical dishes he traded were as miraculous as described. The final result surprised the Assassin's Guild's higher-ups: the experiment used five master-level dishes, distributed to several mid-level demons who had been stuck at the early legendary level for nearly a century. Two demons showed signs of evolution on the spot and subsequently went into seclusion, while the remaining three demons also experienced varying degrees of strength improvement.

What's particularly encouraging is that the abyssal aura within the five demons who consumed the magical dishes is becoming increasingly concentrated, which means that their chances of being noticed by the will of the abyss in the future are increasing.

This is an advantage that cannot be matched by professional products such as potions and alchemy. After all, if native abyssal creatures can gain the favor of the abyssal will, they will have unique and unexpected advantages in terms of self-improvement and combat.

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Chairman Brent."

Allen declined the offer, but accepting the venue arranged by the other party meant that he might be manipulated behind the scenes, operating on their turf, and ultimately having his student and customer base silently monopolized, which was not what Allen wanted.

Sensing Allen's firm stance, Brent wisely refrained from insisting further, simply sitting by the window gazing at the surroundings, clearly making other plans in his mind.

"I've come to confirm the exchange of magical cooking manuals and recipes with you, Mr. Allen. You won't go back on your word, will you?"

Having determined the value of magical cooking and dishes, the higher-ups of the Assassins' Guild naturally wouldn't let go of this gold mine. They even wanted to keep the powerful Allen in the abyss. However, after gathering information about the tone, they realized that this idea would be extremely difficult to implement, so they gave up the idea.

However, the guild is determined to obtain the books and formulas that Allen previously revealed were part of the deal.

"Don't worry, President. I can't guarantee anything else, but once I've said something, it's like rain falling from the sky—there's no going back." Allen understood and replied in a deep voice, "As long as the guild agrees to the price I'm offering, this set of books and formulas will belong to the guild."

"Then tell me your price..."

Brent smiled slightly, raised his hand and set up a soundproof barrier on the third floor, and began the second transaction with Allen, only this time the subject and object of the transaction had been reversed.

Countless eyes, using various means, secretly observed this shop where only a few demon laborers entered and exited, speculating on the purpose of the powerful vice president of the Assassin's Guild's visit. Incidentally, information about Allen and his two attendants was also unearthed by the forces behind these observers.

No matter how these guys investigated, they could find almost no information about Allen. Even using prophetic magic, they found only a fog, as if he had suddenly appeared and left little trace in the abyss.

With Brent's personal visit now added to the mystique surrounding Allen's identity, making the powerful figures and forces around the slums even more wary.

Half a day later, Baroboros Brent, accompanied by Allen in his Berserker form, emerged from the simple shop. His radiant smile clearly indicated that the transaction with Allen had gone very smoothly, and their relationship was growing increasingly harmonious.

"...Now we're just waiting for Mr. Allen's school to open!! I really hope it opens soon so the apprentices selected by the guild can start learning this amazing magical cooking as soon as possible."

As he stepped out of the main gate, Brent glanced back at the dark and empty hall inside and said with a hint of regret.

"Believe me, what I promised you will be fulfilled soon."

Allen knew that the other party was not really regretful that the school opened late; Brent was just regretful that he had not agreed to go to the place they had prepared to set up the school, so that the magic cooking profession would not be completely controlled by the Assassin's Guild.

"I hope so. I'll go back and prepare the quest contracts for you. You can pick them up at the guild reception later."

After all, he was a strong person of equal strength to himself. Although he was alone in the abyss, Brent could not use force and could only follow Allen's wishes and make other arrangements.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Chairman."

Allen nodded in thanks.

After completing the transaction, Allen, based on the Abyss intelligence he had gathered over the past few days, inquired with Brent about the quests and rewards related to several Abyss Lords he was interested in within the guild. After careful consideration, he decided to accept a few quests as his next targets in the Abyss.

On the way back, the scene of the discussion at Allen's Restaurant kept replaying in Brent's mind, with particular attention focused on the last few tasks the other party had accepted.

After all, every mission related to the Abyss Lords is extremely dangerous and usually requires teamwork; no one would dare to take the risk unless they have enough confidence in their own strength.

However, this is a good opportunity to examine the strength of this powerful figure from another dimension through these missions, to see which level of Saint he is, and to make it easier for their guild to decide how to treat this master chef in the future.