The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1284

For the next ten days or so, Allen, draped in a hooded cloak, wandered through the streets and taverns of Green Lake City, mingling with ordinary residents and travelers, and gaining a clearer understanding of the real life of the tribe he was protecting.

The recent purge of the tribal leadership had a negligible impact on the lives of ordinary people. It did not lead to an increase in the cost of living, nor did it cause a large-scale labor shortage. Instead, it became a topic of conversation among the general public.

Of course, for those grassroots leaders who had received a good education and were ambitious, there was an opportunity for upward mobility. The purge of the upper echelons left many power positions vacant, so many goblins were promoted from among the middle-level leaders to fill the vacancies, and the vacant middle-level positions naturally became highly sought after by the grassroots leaders.

Ordinary people are still struggling to make ends meet, but compared to other tribes in the wilderness, they have more choices.

They could go to work in restaurants and teahouses of all sizes in the city, apply for various positions in the tribe's subordinate institutions, rent land in farms outside the city to become farmers, or become adventurers to explore places like the Kator Mountains and the Tagan Desert. They could even migrate to other unclaimed wastelands on the plains to settle and reclaim wasteland and establish their own family manors.

As long as they accept the unified management of the tribe and bear the corresponding obligations such as taxes and corvée labor, that's fine.

No matter how many high-ranking members die or how many families are destroyed, it won't cause much damage to the foundation of Green Field. As long as Allen is there as the pillar of stability, any unscrupulous thoughts in the tribe will remain just thoughts and will never become reality.

Even those families and high-ranking leaders who were executed dared not harbor any thoughts of rebellion, because they knew very well that even if they ran to the ends of the earth, they would be hunted down to death by the powerful beings of the Green Wilderness tribe.

It should be noted that the entire Green Field tribe has as many as three beings who are at least demigods, while all the other tribes in the wilderness combined only have three powerhouses at least demigods. If they offend the Green Field tribe, which other force would dare to take them in?
"...In the past six months, no fewer than 15 teams from various factions, including elves and humans, have entered my northern territory through various channels. More than 10 of these teams have infiltrated Green Lake City under the guise of merchant guilds, which suggests they are planning something."

However, leisure time often passes quickly. As members of the tribal intelligence agency quietly knocked on the door of Allen's hotel room and delivered the latest intelligence, Allen's tiger eyes flashed with a captivating light.

"Hehe, their noses are just like those of wolves and dogs, very sensitive."

Allen was not surprised. The fact that he had embarked on that path was no secret. All the nobles of the kingdoms of any slightly higher status had heard about it, not to mention the elves and human pantheons who cared a great deal about the wilderness, as well as the royal families of the various countries they influenced.

Although the message he spread was that he wanted to break through to the level of a master chef, this was a reasonable course of action. After all, as the goblin who created the profession of magic chef, Allen had been immersed in this art for hundreds of years. Even though, as the founder, the difficulties he faced in breaking through each level were far greater than those faced by other established professionals, such a long period of time should still allow him to reach the pinnacle in this field.

Other artisans specializing in alchemy, forging, and other crafts do not have such a long lifespan as Allen. Even the long-lived elves only live for a hundred or two hundred years at most, not to mention races such as wilderness natives, humans, and orcs, whose lifespan is basically only a hundred years or so.

If even the most talented craftsmen among them could reach the pinnacle of their profession in such a short time, then as a pioneer who created a new profession, naturally no one doubted that Allen could climb to the top of the chef's world.

"Elder Albad asked me to inquire with the chieftain whether it is necessary to arrest these suspects in advance to prevent them from posing a threat to the tribe at a critical moment."

The dwarf assassin standing in front of Allen was Snag, a legendary strongman of the tribe's new generation, who was in charge of the tribe's intelligence system. At this moment, he was slightly nervous and excited, but he remained calm and reported the situation to Allen in a deep voice.

"It's alright. Let's send someone to keep an eye on them for now, and then take them all down when the cooking competition finals are over and the awards are given out."

After a moment's thought, Allen offered his opinion: "You need to make a plan beforehand. I'm worried that some of these groups might be opponents you can't handle. It's best to have Albad and Cole operate together, to prevent these guys from causing major damage in the city." Managing a city of over a million people is no easy feat for a tribe. Allen had left his mark in every area of ​​the city these past few days, observing countless details. While there were still areas for improvement, from an overall perspective, everything was worth protecting and cherishing.

Every inch of this land and building is stained with the blood of the Greenfield people, and the spirits of countless Greenfield warriors float in the void. Therefore, Allen still hopes that this city can maintain its current state as much as possible, or suffer as little damage as possible.

Although he was well aware that his next plan would bring a terrible disaster to the city, and might even lead to the extermination of his clan.

"Yes."

Snag bowed his head in response, then reminded Allen, "The day after tomorrow is the final round of the cooking competition for the top fifty. Should we prepare a room for you to watch the ceremony?"

"Of course, I promised to personally present awards to the top ten winners of the finals, and I certainly can't go back on my word."

Allen smiled slightly. Apart from Albad and Cole, no one else in the tribe knew about his plan. On the contrary, Eric, the founder of the human faithless people and a Saint-level powerhouse who had always kept a low profile, learned about the secret when Allen visited and sought help a few days ago.

Compared to Eren's other allies, the human powerhouse Eric and his Templin Order are actually the ones Eren can trust the most.

Because they all have a clear understanding that if the Tandin Society's ideals and pursuits were placed anywhere in Feynman's world, they would become targets of public criticism, not only being rejected by others but also suffering endless persecution.

Perhaps only an anomaly within the human kingdoms—the icy lands where there are gods but the gods themselves don't care about faith and followers—would tolerate their existence. Unfortunately, this land already has pioneers; the magician organizations, led by the Council of Eternal Truth, would also find it difficult to tolerate the emergence of the Tandin Society, an anomaly, on their territory.

The reason is simple: the world that the faithless ultimately seek is a world of truly ordinary people where even magic doesn't exist. Otherwise, the anti-magic domain wouldn't have such an incredible effect in the faithless's domain abilities.

The Green Field tribe, which accepted them when the Tandin Society was still in its infancy and allowed them to freely spread their ideas within its sphere of influence, were their most steadfast and unwavering allies.

Even if Allen were to ascend to godhood in the future, and the Church of the God of Food and the Tandin would inevitably have fundamental conflicts of interest, at least for now, the North would still be an indispensable fertile ground for the growth of the Tandin Church.

Moreover, as long as Allen acknowledges the pact he signed with the Templin Church many years ago, the conflict between them can be put aside. After all, the dozen or so churches in the Temple of Nature are competing for believers, and the Templin Church's ideals and pursuits are not that attractive to the general public.

"Understood, I will report this news to the elder."

"Don't call him Elder Albad anymore. After the cooking competition, he will be the second chieftain of the Green Field Tribe."

"……Yes."