The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 951

As Allen opened his mouth, other heavyweights such as the special envoy of the Centaur Three Kings and the drow mistress Pernilai expressed their attitudes. Although the words were not sharp, the meaning behind their words was similar to that of Allen and the others. .

In the face of interests, there are never eternal friends and enemies. Allen's revealed abilities are too miraculous, at least not comparable to most existences in Feynman's world. Perhaps only the incarnations of the God of Craftsman and the God of Alchemy came to Feynman in person. Only in the world can Allen's methods be compared.

Forced by the situation, Allen remained silent for more than a magic hour, with the constant persuasion of various characters echoing in his ears. In the end, his divine consciousness and main consciousness communicated and weighed, and a result was achieved.

".How about this?"

When Allen raised his head to speak again, everyone immediately fell silent and stared at him with burning eyes, expecting his answer.

"I am really not sure about how many dishes I can cook right now, not even 50%, but even 30%, so I really need time to study my skills and try and perfect the cooking of these dishes."

"In addition, my huge stalls in the green field and the north need to be dealt with and managed, and the group of elves in the north have not given up on withdrawing their troops from the dwarves. These are also things that need my attention and even involvement, because they are related to me. The survival of millions of people of all races in the Greenlands and the North.”

"Please give me thirty years. After thirty years, I will definitely be able to sort out the specific cooking techniques of these dishes. At that time, I will also compile them into a book and put it in our Culinary Academy for everyone present at any time. Learn from chefs whose families meet the requirements.”

"Sir Allen, we are not."

Someone on the side became a little anxious when they heard this and spoke quickly.

"Listen to me!!"

Allen glanced at him. The Jackal messenger, who had obviously been ordered to interrupt Allen, was suddenly stirred in consciousness. His face turned ugly for a while, and it was difficult to say the next words.

"Thirty years later, if I have mastered the exact cooking method, then I will come up with ten dishes of the same level to share with everyone during the cooking competition every fifty years. As for which tribes will win these in the end?" If it’s a dish, then it’s up to you all to bid.”

"Please believe me, this kind of magic dish that conquers the world is no less difficult than making a demigod-level weapon. So when I say that I can cook ten dishes now, it is actually an exaggeration. I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve it by then. The quantity is agreed upon, but I am willing to try it for the sake of the alliance.”

Allen's tone was deep and resolute. This was the most sincerity he could show after making a decision. If the group of guys in front of him were still not satisfied, then he would have no choice but to communicate with them in a different face.

The worst outcome now is just a falling out. The various tribes in the north have already received Allen's promise: as long as he completely masters the secret of cooking, he will give them a list and price. After several tribes have raised corresponding resources and materials, they cook and prepare dishes for their tribe every once in a while.

However, the specific interval has not yet been determined, because Allen himself has not fully understood the difficulty and cost of cooking these dishes.

The tribes in the north were naturally overjoyed after receiving Allen's promise. This meant that the ruling elites of their tribes might be able to form a true bloodline inheritance in the future, and they would not have to worry about having to work hard but leaving their foundation in the hands of outsiders. .

Therefore, the tribes in the north are completely united with Allen and the Green Field tribe. Unless there is an army of elves that invades their territory and is in an unstoppable situation, they will not easily turn against Allen.

"Are the ten dishes missing?" Bricken frowned and glanced around the people on the square's viewing platform, and said dissatisfiedly: "The Mansha Alliance has more than 130 members, so what if there are only ten dishes?" It can be distributed widely!"

"And you said it happens once every fifty years, so all the tribes have to take turns. Don't you think it takes a long time?"

The backbone of the other major factions couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Bricken, don't forget, I am also a saint after all. Do you think Lord Da Vinci has personally dealt with anyone in these many years?"

"I can personally cook for the alliance. As a saint, I am worthy of the alliance, right?"

"And you can't look at the problem so statically. You have personally witnessed the skills of our excellent chefs. As long as this cooking competition can continue to be held, I believe that it won't be long before there will be outstanding and hard-working chefs who will stand out. These dishes I have developed will be reproduced for cooking, so you won’t need to come to me again to ask for dishes!”

Allen played a trick and took advantage of the unspoken rule that saints cannot take action easily, causing Da Vinci's upper eyelids to twitch slightly.

But Allen is helpless. He does still have a lot of things to do. Regarding the constitution and development of the God of Cookery, he also has to explore the belief in the God of Cookery and the path to promotion. At the same time, he has to take care of and supervise the development of the tribe. There are too many things that require his time. With your mind to deal with it, how much energy can be devoted to cooking.

Of course, after this experience of cooking magical dishes, Allen will still find ways to devote more time to cooking. After all, if these dishes can be mass-produced, then the top power of the Green Field Tribe will surely be like a volcano. It burst out like an explosion, and when the time comes, not to mention the first tribe in the north, even the first tribe in the wilderness will have no problem at all.

"Alan, I know it's a bit too much for everyone to force you so much now, but I still hope you can give in one more step. After all, you are the only one with this cooking skill at the moment, which can greatly improve the overall strength of our wilderness."

"In today's troubled times, the more hope that can be given to all races, the stronger their motivation will be."

"At the same time, I hope you can hand over the specific distribution of dishes to the alliance, and let us determine who is eligible to receive these dishes: he should at least make a significant contribution to the alliance, be willing to obey the alliance's instructions and orders, and cooperate with the alliance Action Tribe.”

Da Vinci finally spoke, forcing Allen to think carefully, but he could not make any more concessions until the other party also made concessions: "If you agree with what I just said, then we talked about supporting the army in the north before. How about canceling the matter?"

Allen lowered his head again, and the two split consciousnesses in his mind exchanged arguments with each other, and soon came up with a plan: "The time is shortened to thirty years, but I can't increase the number of dishes, because based on my understanding of cooking, these few years It’s really not that easy to succeed in a dish.”

"At the same time, I also want to let everyone know in advance that the cost of these dishes will not be low, and it may not be lower than building a piece of legendary equipment."

"In twenty years, we will provide the alliance with ten dishes. You only need to quote the cost, and we will collect the rest."

Da Vinci finally made the decision and Allen could not refuse.

(End of this chapter)