The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1277

While Allen, as the clan leader and spiritual leader, was in seclusion in the underground temple, the clansmen in the bustling Green Lake City above ground were also busy.

"...How many resources did your chamber of commerce send this time? How much money did you make?"

"Hey, you're really direct!! I've told you, so why don't you share some information about your chamber of commerce?"

"No problem!!"

There aren't many other businesses in Green Lake City, but restaurants are scattered throughout the city, catering to all levels of customers. One restaurant, which caters specifically to managers of medium-sized and larger merchant caravans, was already nearly full of people at lunchtime on all three floors.

Merchants of various races ate quietly alone, while others, who were close friends, shared a table and exchanged information while eating, so as to determine what goods would be most suitable to transport to this desolate city next time.

The war between the North and South continents has continued over the years, but the intensity of the war is no longer what it was when it started. Commercial trade, which was originally in a period of stability, has gradually become more frequent.

In particular, trade activities in the Mansa Wilderness accelerated the population growth and land development of the Wilderness natives as their reform plans progressed. Various outputs and demands emerged in an endless stream, attracting countless wealthy merchant groups from both the North and South continents to seek their fortunes. At the same time, the Wilderness's own merchant groups continued to grow stronger.

Among the many tribes in the wilderness, the Northern Territory, led by the Green Fields tribe, has gradually become a shining commercial goldmine in recent years. Almost every merchant group that seeks gold in the wilderness will set up a business in the Northern Territory and establish a contact point, just to better collect the needs and outputs of the Northern Territory and obtain trade orders and products in a timely manner.

Everyone tacitly focused their strongholds on Green Lake City. Although it was located in a remote area and was farther from cities like Namur Fortress and Nasir Fortress than from the Mansa Trade Route, it was the undisputed political and economic center of the Northern tribes.

In recent years, the war between the North and the Elven Kingdom has caused a surge in demand, allowing many caravans to make a fortune. It was thought that with the frontline battle at a stalemate, demand would gradually decrease, but unexpectedly, in the last decade or so, the Green Field Tribe has been placing even more orders, keeping the caravans supported by various merchant guilds extremely busy.

"...I think something big has happened in the North lately?"

As the conversation got heated, someone, emboldened by the alcohol, began to boast about their cleverness, speculating about the Green Field Tribe's motives behind their actions: "Look, the largest quantity of magical plant materials they buy from the Dimensional Merchant Guild is evening primrose, and the largest quantity they purchase from your merchant guild is sunflower. Add to that the supplies I found out from other merchant guild managers..."

"Although these materials have a wide range of uses, they are mostly used as auxiliary materials and the consumption is not large. They can only be effective when they are used in summoning rituals or when they are put into the control device of the magic lock."

"After all, these magical plant materials have only average effects in other aspects, but they are excellent at absorbing and storing natural magic power, making them the most cost-effective source of magic power."

"But think about it, what kind of status does the Green Field Tribe have in the North? Apart from that powerful Elven Kingdom to the north, who else dares to provoke them?!"

"That certainly wasn't to prepare magical materials for the Locking Device. After all, if there were too many of these materials, they would be difficult to preserve, and once the magical energy inside was completely lost, they would become useless. So I think they must be preparing them for some kind of summoning ritual or prayer ritual."

The other guests at the same table had a different opinion: "Maybe it really is to replenish the magic power of the Enchanting Lock?"

"Hey, my friend, then tell me, who is this 'mystery lock' intended to target?"

"But haven't you noticed that there are more troops stationed in the military camps outside Green Lake City lately? I saw it myself; the armor sets worn by those disciplined soldiers are all high-level magical equipment, which means they are all the most elite soldiers of the Greenfield tribe!!"

"They're still at war with the elves in the north, so why would they suddenly recall their most elite troops? Isn't there something fishy going on here?"

The merchants at the next table, who were listening with great interest, couldn't help but chime in, "I've noticed it too. There are quite a few legendary experts in this city lately. I heard that even their tribe's demigod elder, Miss Cole, has returned and stopped going out to play."

"Really?? If we also include Archmage Albad, the demigod who has been in charge of Greenfield affairs since returning from the front lines, it seems that all of their tribe's most powerful and elite forces have returned!!"

"If that's the case, then that lord is probably in this city right now, isn't he?"

"Hiss~~~~" "..."

A group of people of different races whispered among themselves, exchanging information while drinking fine wine and eating delicious food. However, as the conversation deepened and more information was gathered, everyone's mind and spirit gradually became clearer, and even the strongest liquor could hardly intoxicate them at this point.

The conclusion drawn from the aggregation of various pieces of information indicates that the largest tribe in the North is plotting something big. No one can predict what the consequences of this big event will be, or how much risk and benefit it will bring to the merchant guilds behind the managers present.

But after all, they are a tribe ruled by the most outstanding legendary figure of the Feynman World in this era. Every action they take represents the attitude and opinion of this legend, and he may even be personally planning it. Therefore, everyone present cannot help but pay attention to it.

It is this man who created the thriving and prosperous landscape of Mansa Wilderness today. It was also his leadership in the rise of the goblin tribes that changed the North's long-standing status quo of weakness, poverty, and passive defense, leading them to launch a counterattack against the elven kingdom and reclaim the land that their wilderness had lost for thousands of years.

If this is indeed the other side's scheme, what changes will it bring to the North or the Mansa Wilderness?
Everything fascinated these business leaders who were sharp-witted, bold, and ambitious.

The merchants' conversations during the day were placed on the desk of the tribal elder, Albard, that very night. Every word spoken, every merchant from which merchant guild they belonged, and their close relationships with families in the North and the Wilderness were all clearly recorded in a separate notebook.

"Wow, these guys have a really good nose!!"

Albad skimmed through the newly released report, a wry smile creeping onto his face.

The tribe was planning something big, and it should have kept it as low-key as possible. However, time was running out, and the things they needed to prepare were too numerous to count. Every additional resource or material they collected meant a greater chance of success.

Furthermore, the various forces secretly spying on Greenfield and the chieftain were also very familiar with the situation of their tribe, making it impossible to achieve Greenfield's planned scheme without their notice.

Therefore, Albad simply decided to stop hiding it and openly issue missions to the outside world, doing everything possible to gather what they needed.

To this end, the tribe practically emptied its coffers of wealth accumulated over many years, and even used the tribe's income for the next decade or so as collateral to borrow a large sum of materials and funds from other members of the Thorn Ring organization.

The large-scale purchases even drove up the prices of various supplies in a short period of time, causing Greenfield to spend more money but gain fewer resources in return.

"Elder, should we send someone to teach these guys a lesson and shut them up?"

There were other goblin figures in the study. After hearing what Albad was muttering, they asked him with murderous intent.

"It's useless; doing so will only confirm their suspicions."

Albad shook his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Spread the word that our race's cooking competition will be postponed until the end of the year, and we are going to invite outstanding magic chefs from all races to participate."

"The competition rewards are of significantly higher quality than in previous years. The first-place prize is a master-level dish that can help a legendary figure advance to demigod status..."

"Since the rumors outside are so rampant, let's lay another tempting bait and see what those guys do."

"But if we do that, the price we have to pay will be quite high, won't it?"

"I only asked you to spread the word. As for how the cooking competition will be held, isn't the final interpretation still in our own hands?"

"Oh, I see..."