The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 995

Even though they knew that the chance of getting the two master-level dishes that the Green Field Tribe finally brought out to them was slim, when it came to the bidding stage, the subordinates from all the forces would still try to increase their bids, and eventually they would The value of a master-level finished dish has been pushed up to a million gold coins, almost as much as the price of an ordinary piece of legendary equipment.

As expected, the two master-level dishes were taken away by the two demigods Bricken and Yalian respectively. Representatives of the other three main tribes in the wilderness couldn't help but feel annoyed. If the mainstays of their tribes participated, In this auction, they might still be eligible to continue bidding!

By this time, Bricken and the others were thankful that the Temple and Church forces had withdrawn early. Although they later learned about the Greenleaf Tribe’s bid for two master-level dishes, after all, the conflict between the two sides intensified. In order to protect themselves, the Temple His prestige will not send people to bid at this time to support the Green Field Tribe.

Bricken and the others have each achieved the biggest purpose of coming to the Green Field Tribe this time, and they have not yet exercised their rights in the alliance. If this master dish is indeed effective, then Alan will promise to provide alliance members with every three When the promise of cooking ten dishes in ten years is fulfilled, he can get another dish from it and focus on cultivating a few outstanding successors. Then the reality of having no successors that he has been worried about will be solved.

With such a mood, Bricken and the others were no longer so eager to put pressure on Allen to fulfill his promise. They would wait until they purchased the set of seven master-level magic dish recipes and corresponding cooking techniques from the Green Field Tribe. Afterwards, the envoys from the alliance who came to participate in the competition went home one after another.

Whether these envoys have gained anything, it is difficult for Allen and others to know one by one, but what he can be sure of is that this time the Green Field Tribe has recovered all the investment in holding these four cooking competitions, and even some Small surplus.

There is no doubt about the value of master-level dish recipes. Even if there is no other magic chef in Feynman's world who can cook master-level dishes, except for Allen himself, who can guarantee his tribe in the long run? There will be no master-level magic chef, or which tribe does not want to cultivate a master-level magic chef! !

Compared with the demand for resources in majors such as blacksmithing and alchemy, the training of magic chefs in the early and mid-term requires the least investment. Ordinary beasts, grown food and vegetables, basic magic plant materials, etc. can all become magic chefs. Resources to hone and improve your craft. And through so many years of research on the efficacy of magic kitchen, it can indeed improve the chance of becoming a tribe's backbone. The number of advanced professionals in each tribe has increased to varying degrees over the years. It is thanks to this magic dish that subtly improves individuals. The role of constitution.

Since the results are remarkable, it is of great help to the improvement of the tribe, and it does not require too much training cost. As long as the tribe's ruling class are not fools, they will naturally be willing to cultivate magic chef professionals of their own tribe.

For this seemingly small hope, the rulers of each tribe are not stingy with some extraneous wealth. Although the Green Field tribe's set of seven master-level dish recipes is discounted, the price is still painful. But among the more than a hundred member messengers from the alliance who came to participate in the cooking competition, no one gave up their intention to buy the recipe.

Countless materials and wealth were collected by the Green Field Tribe, which enriched their tribe's already somewhat scarce public treasury. At the same time, Albad and the others could foresee that the Oak Merchant Group would continue to provide goods for a long time to come. A large amount of wealth and materials were continuously sent to them.

Allen didn't feel bad that he was forced to sell two master-level dishes. Since he now actually has master-level cooking skills, in the future, as long as he has enough time and the tribe provides enough ingredients, there will be countless master-level dishes. flow from one's own hands. And given the importance Allen attaches to the tribe, he will definitely cook master-level dishes many times in the future, so master-level dishes will certainly not be too scarce.

Allen didn't care how much wealth he would get from the formula he took out. As long as the wealth could ultimately help the tribe improve its potential and development, that would be enough.

He did not even listen to Albad personally report to him the income from selling dishes and formulas, so he quietly left Green Lake City through the spiderweb-like underground passage under his castle late at night and disappeared without a trace. Seven days later, in Mansha City, in an inconspicuous tavern in the slums in the north of the city, a figure flashed past the shadows, raising a gust of wind. Before the eyes of the people around him could see the other person's face clearly, the figure disappeared. In the dark doorway.

It was rare to find the dusty spider silk cloak from his dimensional bag. Allen didn't know how long it had been before he set foot in this extremely mysterious tavern.

Although the tavern is small, there are quite a few warriors consuming food inside. Almost every wine table is occupied by one or several warrior figures exuding a cold aura. When Allen's figure wearing a cape and a mask appears here, When he was in the tavern, he immediately attracted countless pairs of prying eyes.

Allen ignored these glances and walked straight towards the passage behind the bar. Just when other prying eyes were free to watch the show, the bartender stationed by the passage who seemed busy at work saw Allen clearly. After putting on the cloak and the pattern on it, he bowed and gave way to Allen, allowing him to enter the next level of space through the secret door.

"Welcome back, Mr. Eagle!!"

At the entrance of the passage, a graceful and graceful figure was waiting there, and a voice as clear as an oriole was as calm as water: "Your Excellency, the Guardian, has prepared the quiet room, and we welcome your arrival."

"Ah."

Allen frowned slightly. His trip was very secretive, but he didn't expect that the stronghold of the Assassin's Guild would let the old guy Jiawen know his whereabouts so quickly.

"Congratulations to Mr. Allen for showing off your power again. It's a pity that I, an old man, guarding this shady tavern, couldn't catch a glimpse of your style!!"

After passing through a passage as complex as the passage under Green Lake City, Allen finally saw the target of his trip. The assassin's guild elf demigod Jarvan was sitting in front of an ironwood coffee table, brewing a new pot of tea.

"Don't laugh at me. This attack was not my original intention, but it offended the Temple of Nature very badly!!"

Allen smiled bitterly and sat down in front of the coffee table without any politeness.

(End of this chapter)