The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 933

"Don't tell me, I've been living in Feynman's civilized world for so long, and you're the only place that doesn't seem big or prosperous that can keep me fresh all the time."

"Whether it's the various delicious foods you introduce, or the novel things you expand and develop, it always keeps people from getting bored."

Figueras soon had a lot of snacks in his hand. He looked around while walking, or stopped at a stall full of spices, or was attracted by a certain handsome face, while chewing Snacks and Allen were chatting away.

Figueras would never deliberately say anything against his will in front of Allen. He really felt that living in the Green Field tribe was very comfortable. There were countless females from all over the country and various races, and they could communicate in depth with Albad at any time. There are also delicious food and colorful daily life.

Anyway, whenever Albad wakes up from his slumber, he can always find new things in the Green Plains and the North, see brand-new buildings and magic props, and the most important thing is that no one dares to come under the banner. Slaying the dragon saved Figueras from too many unnecessary troubles.

"Otherwise, you're going to hook up with a female dragon and settle in the Cattor Mountains?"

Allen looked up and down at the unruly appearance of the bugbear in front of him, and said meaningfully.

"roll!!"

Figueras rolled his eyes. There were so many females in the wilderness waiting for him to rescue him. How could he not think about going back and provoking the group of female dragons in his tribe who only had muscles in mind and were plotting against his treasure? !
  In the lively crowd, no one cares about Allen's three unremarkable faces. Occasionally, the crowd breaks into commotion. Most of them are some uninterested guy who wants to make a fortune in this crowded crowd, but he is placed in the green field among them. The thugs from the Public Security Bureau discovered the clues and arrested him directly.

The Green Field Tribe is now much more civilized. Unless someone commits a crime that causes serious consequences by killing people and stealing goods on their territory, other criminals who commit crimes such as robbery and theft will at least not have to worry about their lives after being arrested. .

After all, there are more and more manors under the Green Field Tribe, and the labor force required is also increasing day by day. The cost of hiring local or foreign labor is relatively high, but if you hire criminals from the Green Field Prison to work, the cost is less than one-tenth. Naturally, it has become the favorite labor force of many manor owners.

After wandering around for a while, Allen discovered that apart from the various foreign tourists carrying large and small bags of goods, the most eye-catching ones were the people wearing divine robes of various colors and holding a scepter or divine book in their hands. A priest and preacher who threw in a little magic to rejuvenate himself and kept saying, "Believe in my Lord, you will be safe and you can enter the Kingdom of God."

The preacher in khaki robes represents the Church of Nature, and the blood red robe represents the Temple of the Beast King.
  Based on the priests' clothes and the badge on their right chest, it was always easy to identify the church behind them. When Allen saw this scene, his originally relaxed mood suddenly became a little uncomfortable.

Even before I gave these churches a clear answer, they had already sent people to preach their faith in the city and win over believers. No matter how you looked at it, there was an attitude of disrespect for themselves.

But upon closer inspection, I really have no reason to refute others. The behavior of major churches in spreading faith among various tribes has always been normal and free. Even in the Court of the Three Centaur Kings, each church can preach at any time. Those who went to preach, that is, when they wanted to build important strongholds such as churches and chapels, would only consult the tribal leaders for their attitudes.

The reason why Allen felt offended had a lot to do with his now elevated status, greater power and majesty.

"It seems that these churches have convinced me that I have to agree to their request!"

Allen's faint words seemed casual, but the two people following him could feel a subtle anger.

"What? Do you want to fight with a certain church?"

Figueras rolled his eyes and began to encourage: "If you can't let go, I will help you do this kind of thing, which can be regarded as completing your previous task."

"What a beautiful idea you have!" Allen just said it verbally, but actually the feedback from his own reason and divine consciousness reminded him that at this moment, he and the Temple Church have not yet reached the point of breaking up with each other.

"Since they are so anxious, I really can't follow their wishes!"

"Albad, I want to find a way to delay what I told you before. I'm disgusting with these guys."

"Send a message to Eric, Master Oscar and Saint Mona, tell them to seize the time to prepare for the competition of faith! Our tribe and other tribes in the north will open the door of convenience for them and give them better opportunity to preach.”

"then we"

Albad hesitated to speak because there was a dragon incarnation beside him.

"They just bully us into hiding, that's why they are so arrogant, so I can't take advantage of these bastards!"

Allen rarely showed a bit of a retribution mentality, although he knew that what he did would not be very effective for the general trend.

Figueras snickered on the sidelines. It was rare to see this friend show off his appearance, but it was really interesting to see now.

"Yes."

Albad replied in a deep voice, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the decision made by his clan leader.

The three of them seemed to be wandering around, but they were actually observing the impact of this food festival and the later cooking competition. There were all kinds of faces coming and going, as well as those wearing off-white chef robes and carrying backpacks behind their backs. Judging from the appearance of the Magic Chef in a simple kitchen box, this festival and competition that has been prepared for more than two years has really gained some influence.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the generous prizes given by the Green Field Tribe, a set of legendary kitchen utensils, dozens of the latest magic dish recipes, and magic dishes made by the God of Cookery himself.
  Even a medium-sized or smaller force or a legendary powerhouse would be tempted by these prizes, not to mention those ordinary intelligent species who choose the profession of chef because they are at the bottom and have no way out.

When everyone knew the news, many people decided to set off for the Green Field Tribe after struggling for one or two magic hours. Even if some people were calm enough, they would not be able to survive a few days and make almost the same decision after weighing the pros and cons. Decide.

Everyone is from a lower-class background. Even if they don't have the chance to make excellent dishes this time, it's still worth it if they can visit the holy city in their hearts.

And if you have the opportunity to enter a culinary academy for further study, or learn a few tricks from other chefs in a competition, that would also be a reward!

Not to mention that everyone comes from all over the world and each has some special skills. Who can guarantee that the food they cook will not dazzle people and leave a deep impression on others?

The rules of the competition clearly stipulate that even if it is not a magic dish or a low-level magic dish developed by yourself, as long as it can impress the judges, you can become the final winner.

(End of this chapter)