The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1278

A single sentence from a high-ranking official can trigger unrest that affects millions, or even more, when it reaches the lower levels.

Although it was just a rumor and nothing was finalized yet, the goblin leaders at the middle and lower levels had already begun preparations to make the information more credible.

Anyway, it's confirmed that the once-in-a-decade cooking competition will be held this year. Regardless of whether it's a grand event or not, this competition will definitely not change.

In the hearts of many aspiring chefs, this competition is as important as a faith. Every chef who can stand out in the competition will not only receive immediate material rewards, but will also receive numerous offers of favor from powerful figures after the competition. Money, status, and even power will help this lucky person rise to the top in one step.

If this world weren't so vast and immense, with the journey between Green Lake City and the two continents often taking months, coupled with the risks and uncertainties of traveling along the way, probably no magic enthusiast would be willing to miss out on personally participating in this competition.

Even so, during the month-long event each year, Green Lake City welcomes more than 500,000 spectators and participants, filling all the empty restaurants and inns, and some even set up camps to rest on open ground outside the city.

The news was first released at the beginning of the year, and by the middle of the year, people began to gradually gather in Green Lake City. By the end of the year, with only one month left before the competition, Green Lake City saw a record-breaking influx of over a million visitors.

Even the number of participants in this competition is rapidly expanding. By the time the registration deadline arrived, there were as many as 7 chefs participating in this cooking competition.

When Albad received the specific registration data, he began to have a headache. With this number of magic chefs participating in the competition, even though he had only spread rumors to divert the attention of certain forces and did not intend to actually raise the level of the competition, he was now forced to turn the lie into reality.

However, the matter of raising the standards must be reported to Chief Allen and approved before it can be implemented. After all, the fact that the Grandmaster-level magical dishes and recipes were to be given as rewards were all stored in the clan's public property by Chief Allen, not cooked by the clan's master chefs.

So far, while some of the magic chefs trained by the Green Field Tribe have managed to cook master-level magic dishes by chance, the success rate is extremely worrying, less than 5%. Even with the Green Field Tribe's resources, they cannot afford to waste precious ingredients on them.

"...That's how it is, so I want to use those master-level magical dishes that you kept in the treasury as rewards for this competition."

Albad was slightly embarrassed, but his voice remained clear and crisp.

When Allen heard the report that more than 7 professional chefs had come to a single competition, he was both surprised and proud.

With this number of enrolled magical chefs, the total number of magical chefs in the Feynman world will only increase. Before we know it, magical cooking has become a popular and trending profession in the Feynman world. How could Allen, as the creator of this profession, not feel proud and satisfied?!
"Use it if you want, there's nothing to regret. As long as I have enough ingredients, I can cook up even more master-level dishes."

Allen shook his head slightly, seemingly unconcerned. The dishes placed in the tribal treasury were not suitable for Allen to eat. He had originally planned to see which promising talents in the tribe had a chance to break through to demigod status, and then have Albad find an excuse to reward them with these dishes.

The dishes are now being used as prizes to share among the many magical chefs who are learning magical cooking. Although this may seem to harm the interests of the tribe in reality, it has a good effect on promoting the magical cooking profession in the long run.

"Yes."

Albad had long anticipated that his chieftain would not object to increasing the rewards, but he hadn't expected him to be so generous, showing no reluctance whatsoever, which made Albad seem rather stingy.

"Now that things have developed this far, there's no need for us to hide anything anymore. Let's just post a public announcement and get to the bottom of this!!!"

Allen thought for a moment, then said, "Let's take advantage of this competition to see how far magical cooking has spread in Feynman's world, and what level of skill those magical cooking practitioners have achieved. We should also spread the word that after the finals, I will personally present the awards to the winners, and allow them to assist me in cooking divine dishes and observe the cooking process!"

"what?"

Even the most composed Albad couldn't help but gasp in surprise upon hearing Allen's words, then asked with a hint of panic, "Chieftain, are you really going to cook divine dishes after the tournament?"

"why not??"

Allen raised his eyes slightly, as if piercing through the thick barrier of the earth, gazing at the stars in the sky: "There are rumors that my cooking skills are superb, like those of a god of cooking, but I have never cooked up any food of the level of divine dishes. It is somewhat of an undeserved reputation."

"Taking advantage of this gathering of so many magical chefs, let everyone witness the birth of divine dishes firsthand. It can also be considered as laying the final brick in the magnificent hall of my magical culinary profession!!"

"Once this divine dish is successfully cooked, then all levels of magical cooking dishes and recipes will be available, and it will truly be able to rival ancient professions such as alchemy and forging."

"At the same time, it will also be of great benefit to the future spread of faith by my God of Food Church."

Allen had never told Albad that he had actually already completed the cooking of a divine dish, but that the success of that cooking was largely due to luck.

After returning, during his seclusion in the underground temple, besides honing his skills and writing secret manuals, he spent his rest time meticulously recalling every detail of cooking in the endless starry sky, especially when cooking the divine dish—Oak Kingdom.

From the images in his memory, Allen summarized and absorbed a lot of experience, gaining a great deal. Now he has a new understanding and knowledge of cooking skills, and his skills have reached a new level.

Therefore, his proposal to cook divine dishes at this time was not a spur-of-the-moment act, but rather the result of very careful consideration.

Of course, more importantly, Allen re-searched through his treasured materials and the materials in the tribe's public property, and found another ingredient that could be used as the main ingredient for the divine dish: a seven-colored heart left behind after killing the Hydra.

"But what if the cooking fails..."

As a spellcaster, Albad has always been more rational than emotional. Now, the influence of his years in power has finally allowed him to offer different opinions and express his concerns even after Allen makes a decision.

"You won't fail, believe me, child!!"

Allen interrupted Albad directly, his tone filled with strong confidence that permeated the large secret room, affecting the dwarf goblin whose eyes were clear yet tinged with a hint of gloom, causing him to stop trying to persuade him.

"Understood, Patriarch."

Since the chieftain's attitude is firm, all Albad can do is actively cooperate with this great chieftain who has created too many miracles, witness him create new miracles once again, and continue to write his legendary story.