Allen doesn't have much need for external things, and he has previously exchanged many scrolls and potions in the Oak Church. At this time, his mentality is much more relaxed than other legendary powerhouses.
In addition to going outside the city to supervise the training of his tribe every day, Allen prefers to wander around the streets and alleys of the city at other times to see the increasingly rich and delicious snacks in the city.
I can't remember how long it has been since I wandered aimlessly in Mansha City like this. It seems that since I was promoted to legend, I rarely do this kind of behavior. What's a bit funny is that many of the various food stalls we encountered along the way had the two characters "Ellen" written in common Chinese on their signboards. When I asked the stall owners about it, they basically said that they were the descendants of Alan's food. .
But it is obvious that these stall owners must be fakes. It is basically impossible for a real cook who has learned cooking skills in Green Lake Town to maintain a mobile stall in such a smelly alley. Although there have been several graduates from the cooking school in Green Lake Town, the chefs who graduated from each batch have already had their own way out before starting their careers, and they will never end up in such a miserable state.
However, Allen has no intention of looking down on these fly houses. You can expect the creativity of intelligent races at any time. Just like in Green Lake Town today, when it comes to the creativity and innovation of dishes, Allen may not be ranked at all. There are too many excellent goblin chefs who can make dishes that Allen is full of praise for.
While walking around and spending a small amount of money to enjoy the tempting-looking food from some stalls on the roadside, Allen felt very relaxed and rarely thought about the things that the tribe and himself had and didn't have.
From time to time, the taste of snacks impressed Allen, and he put on a smile and went to talk to other stall owners, just to understand the raw materials and cooking methods of this food. Of course, what Allen often gets is the stern faces of these stall owners who curse and drive them away. Who would be willing to hand over their cooking skills to such a stranger!
It's just that these stall owners never thought that the customers they drove away with curses would turn out to be the legendary leader who could kill them at any time.
"Come out, I've been following you for so long!!"
After going around in circles, Allen aimlessly came to a dark, deserted alley, and slowly spoke to the back of the filthy alley.
"Hehehe, I didn't expect Alan that your mental power is already so sharp!!"
A vaguely familiar voice in the memory kept changing directions, making it difficult to grasp the exact location, until a thin and capable figure in the darkness turned from virtual to real and appeared in front of Allen.
"So it's you, Albian, long time no see."
Allen's eyes were sharp. He penetrated the misty environment of the dark alley and saw clearly the face of the person who had been following him.
Elf Albian, Allen's adventure partner when he was young, was also the elf who introduced him to the Assassin's Guild. Allen never expected to meet him here. After seeing the other person's face clearly, he was somewhat surprised.
"Yes, long time no see, Chief Allen!"
Albian bowed slightly, stared at Allen with complicated eyes, and sighed.
After careful calculation, it seems that the last time the two met was more than 30 years ago. The partners who once went on adventures with them have basically disappeared in the long river of history.
"When did you come back to Mansha City?"
It should have been a happy scene for old friends to meet, but at this time, Alan and Albian, who wanted to see each other, except for some surprises and complicated emotions on their faces, their reactions were particularly calm.
"It's been a few years since I came back."
Compared with the last time we were separated, Albian returned to Mansha City this time with two more shallow intersecting scars on his face, but it did not affect his handsome appearance. It's just that the sinister aura that has always pervaded his body has become stronger and stronger. Thinking about it, he still hasn't given up on his old profession after all these years, and is still walking in the darkness of treacherous fighting.
Ever since the war between the Elf Kingdom and the Dwarf Kingdom started, the situation of elves like Albian in the wilderness has become somewhat sensitive and difficult. From the perspective of the wilderness, it is self-evident who will be the next target of the Elf Kingdom after it attacks the dwarves. In addition, the Holy See of the Oak camp guides public opinion to exaggerate the threat of the elves, allowing the natives of the wilderness to naturally develop a hatred for the elves. Be wary and hostile.
This also prompted Albian to leave Mansha City and return to the Elf Kingdom. It was not until the truce between the elves and dwarves and the situation gradually stabilized that Albian decided to return to Mansha City to continue his adventure.
For most races in the Feynman plane, being over one hundred and thirty years old is already an age on the verge of death. Perhaps you will never be able to open your eyes again after falling asleep, but for those with a life span of at least two hundred and fifty years For the elves, they are in their prime. It is really difficult for Albian to wait for death in the Elf Kingdom at this age, and the place he has always been most familiar with is not the Elf Kingdom but the wilderness world, so it is natural for him to return.
"Let's get together when we have time. It's a rare encounter."
After a brief exchange of greetings, Allen politely sent out an invitation, preparing to end the short gathering. To be honest, the gap between them was already very big, and it was no longer possible for Allen to have too many interactions with Albian. Intersection, let alone partner adventures and the like.
"How about today?"
A warm smile suddenly appeared on Albian's face, and he climbed up the pole.
"...Okay, I just have nothing to do today."
Allen hesitated for a moment, but quickly made a decision. Since the other party had been following him for so long, he must have something to do with him. With the little friendship he had when he was young, Allen didn't mind giving the other party a word. Opportunity.
"Then I'll treat you to Allen's Restaurant!!"
Albian's expression softened significantly, his heart relaxed, and he spoke boldly immediately.
"I used to always take advantage of you and eat and drink with you. Today I have paid you back what I owed you!!"
"..."
Allen was a little speechless. Allen's Restaurant is the property of the Green Field Tribe, which means it is Allen's property. Now that his master is being entertained in his own restaurant, it's a bit fun to think about it. However, the most famous and high-end catering restaurant in Mansha City is Allen's Restaurant. Anyone who wants to entertain distinguished guests will inevitably choose Allen's Restaurant. Thinking about it, Allen is relieved.
It's a pity. I originally wanted to relax and find inspiration for making delicious food today, but now it seems that it is impossible.
Allen's Restaurant is located in the inner city, only three blocks away from the city lord's palace. Just to purchase this property and operate it stably in the inner city, Allen has put in a lot of thought and energy, and at the same time he has devoted a lot of money. It took countless favors and funds to finally achieve all this.
As the most prosperous and safest area in the inner city, it is also the area where the most powerful and wealthy businessmen are concentrated. Every piece of land facing the street here is extremely expensive, and to a certain extent, it not only requires money to support it, but also needs money to support it. Behind the industries established by everyone, there must be a powerful force. The more profitable and prosperous the industry is, the more it needs the support of a powerful force.
Because of its excellent management, Allen's Restaurant has long been targeted by many forces in the Mansha Alliance. In order to dispel these guys' evil intentions, Allen gave away 40% of the restaurant's profits with a slap of his hand, including Twenty percent was given to the Church of Nature and the Oak Holy See, another 10% was given to the forces of the Oak camp such as the Ranger Church and the Sprout Church, and the last 10% was given to several demigod-level powerhouses in the Mansa Alliance as gifts.
There is no need to pay any price for the benefits that are delivered to your door. It just shows an attitude that no one will refuse. Moreover, the value of the Green Field Tribe and Allen themselves is not small. If they can take this opportunity to form a friendship with each other, the leaders of various forces will naturally be happy to see it happen.
The guests coming in front of the restaurant include less rough adventurers and more rich and powerful businessmen and their women who are gorgeously dressed and wearing various exquisite jewelry and magic props.
As soon as they stepped in front of the restaurant, a half-elf maid came over and entertained Allen and the others with a peach blossom look on her face.
"Hello guest, welcome."
The half-elf female has a beautiful face, and her voice is very soft and friendly when she speaks.
"we need to……"
Albian opened his mouth to tell his request.
But before the half-elf could make another move, a goblin supervisor who was on duty on the first floor quickly came up to him after seeing Allen's face clearly.
"Clan leader!"
"Well, arrange a private room for us."
"Okay, there are private rooms on the third floor reserved for distinguished guests."
The half-elf female's eyes were full of curiosity, and she secretly looked at Allen. She never thought that the ordinary-dressed and thin bugbear in front of her would be her big boss. Allen smiled at this responsible half-elf, then greeted Albian, and followed the goblin supervisor upstairs.
The private room is reserved for VIPs alone. The room is spacious and elegant. At the same time, materials with sound-absorbing effect are used in the partition walls. If guests are willing to spend a certain amount of money, the private room can even open a sound-absorbing barrier through magic props, so that Most snooping spells fail.
It is this kind of considerate design, coupled with the excellent service and dishes of Allen Restaurant, that makes Allen Restaurant become the most popular meeting place in Mansha City.
The first thing you see is a huge crystal window, which gives you a clear view of the entire inner city. When you gently open the window, a chaotic noise reaches your ears, full of the breath of life.
"Bring out all the best dishes in your store, and the most expensive wine, don't hide it!!'
It must be the first time for Albian to enter such a private room, and he is very satisfied with the furnishings and atmosphere inside. After all, he is an elf. Although his profession does not allow him to do things that are very visible to others, he still pursues beauty. It's nature.
The goblin supervisor turned his attention to Allen, waiting for him to make the final decision.
"Just do as he said. This time it's a treat. You have to pick up the best in our store and bring it to me. You can't make me lose face!"
Allen nodded slightly and signaled the goblin to prepare.
"OK!"
After thinking he heard the meaning of Allen's words clearly, the goblin manager's eyes looked like those of a profiteer, and he hurried out to prepare.
Albian suddenly had an urge to escape. He touched the dimensional bag in his arms and thought about the balance of money inside. For a moment, he lost interest in viewing the familiar environment of Mansha City.
"...How do you manage to improve your physical strength and run your tribe without any delay?"
The two chatted, and while chatting, they talked about the topic of improving strength. Naturally, Albian hoped that Allen could impart some experience so that he could get on-demand on the road to legend.
"Alas, I can't even concentrate on breaking through to Legend. I've been stuck at the high-level peak for almost 60 years, and I still can't find a way forward. To be honest, I'm a little desperate."
Allen also has personal experience of the feeling of despair. Now he is stuck in the bottleneck of being a demigod. He has been unable to make any progress for more than ten years. The feeling of his fighting spirit being drained away little by little is really uncomfortable. But just like Oscar once told Allen, everyone has a different path to legend. Even Allen himself can't tell what the path to legend is, so how can he help Albian.
"Perhaps you should slow down and re-examine your inner needs and the environment you are in. Sometimes, if one path doesn't work, you can take another path."
Allen can only give some suggestions that may not be appropriate from his own perspective.
"You have been on the road of adventure for a long time. You have probably experienced more life and death, betrayal, and fighting than I have. Since you can't find your true heart on this road, maybe you If we change the environment to the opposite, will there be any unexpected gains?"
"Based on my own feeling, everyone's path to legend is actually the most real thing in his heart. I once communicated with a legend. When he first found his own path, just like you, he continued to Wandering on the edge of life and death.”
"For decades, he continued to fight with others, but he was about to enter a period of physical decline, and he still could not find his own path. Finally, when he was seriously injured, he was forced to live in a small tribe He was here to recuperate, but it was this warm time that allowed him to find his own path."
"So, some things may not be what you think are correct, but they can really help you find the right direction..."
"Oh, then I'll think about it."
Albian thought thoughtfully. In his current situation, he would seriously consider any suggestion.
"Then if one day I really decide to find a peaceful environment and think about it with peace of mind, would Chief Allen be willing to let me settle in your tribe?"
"Oh, you……"
Allen raised his head, his eyes scrutinizing, but he did not refuse.
"Well, our Green Field Tribe welcomes your visit."
"Hehehe, I'm just kidding you. Actually, I'm the one pulling strings for the Assassin's Guild."
"The branch president of the Assassin's Guild in Mansha City came to me and asked me to discuss with you whether we can build an Assassin's Guild stronghold in your tribe's Namur Fortress."
"After all, in a business like ours, if we rashly go to other people's territory to establish a stronghold without the owner's permission, it will make people feel disgusted and wary."
"..."
Allen frowned slightly. With the improvement of his own strength and status, and the improvement of the tribal intelligence system, the attraction of the Assassin's Guild to him has become dispensable. Therefore, he has not dealt with the Assassin's Guild for a long time. The only thing he still retains is probably the Assassin's Guild badge and the bronze mask in his dimensional bag.
However, now that the other party used Albian's contact to release such a piece of information, Allen really didn't expect it.
