Retribution came quickly. Just as the tribesmen in Green Lake City were happily celebrating the great patriarch's reaching the most anticipated peak of the warriors, and serving all kinds of delicacies to share with foreign guests, Allen had just received several major church envoys. Visit together.
After sending away several major churches, led by the Natural Church, the expression on Allen's face also became gloomy. He rested his right hand on the armrest of the seat, supported his chin, and was speechless for a long time.
"Clan leader, I'm afraid we really have no way to refuse this matter."
Albad was the church messenger who met with Allen, and participated in the entire meeting and exchange, so he knew best what Allen was thinking in his heart at this time, as well as his hesitation.
"snort!"
In fact, Allen also knew that the other party seemed to be making a request at this time, but in fact he was retaliating for the blow to the temple's prestige caused by his speech on the mountain top two days ago.
Several major churches suddenly proposed to build a large chapel in Green Lake City. This was something Allen did not expect at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it is understandable, but it is difficult to accept it.
Through this celebration, Luye has exposed all the wealth it has accumulated over the past hundreds of years to public view.
This certainly shocked the entire wilderness forces, but it also made them pay more and more attention to the various ethnic groups in the north represented by Green Field.
The Temple Church, which has always been committed to pursuing outstanding believers and followers, will definitely not let go of a tribe with such potential for development. At the same time, they can also take the opportunity of establishing a branch temple in Green Lake City to better curb the path Allen is walking on. , diluting his development of believers and delaying his ascension to godhood.
"These old guys are really difficult to deal with!!"
Allen cursed and was very reluctant, but there was really nothing he could do.
Although the forces of the Temple Church were afraid of the attitude of most members of the Mansha Alliance and did not dare to make major moves against the Green Field Tribe, Allen really had no reason to prevent the church from building a large chapel on its territory.
"But we can also disclose this matter to Master Oscar and the others to see the attitude of the Oak Holy See."
"After all, our clan is nominally a supporter of the Oak Father. If they can come forward to stop it, then it will be justified."
"Even if they have reached a consensus long ago, we can also send an invitation to the Sprout Ranger Church and invite them to come to Green Lake City to build a chapel or church."
"If something cannot be avoided, we should try our best to make it develop in a direction that is beneficial to us."
In a short period of time, Albad was able to think things through clearly and make a reasonable and correct response. However, the final decision still depends on the patriarch Allen.
"...It's up to you to handle this matter, everything is at your discretion!!"
Allen thought for a while and dumped this trouble directly on Albad. At this time, he was more concerned about the food festival held in his name and the subsequent cooking competition.
If these two things are done well, then your image as the God of Cookery will be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, which will be of great help to you in the future to become a god and develop followers.
And with Albad's ability and loyalty, handling this matter is enough to reassure him, and it can also help Albad hone his leadership skills and show his face in front of other powerful people.
In the future, there will definitely be an endless stream of people visiting the Green Field tribe. Naturally, Allen will not meet everyone. Although the two city lords Er Orunzi and Brunland have considerable power, they are not yet qualified to speak on behalf of the Green Field. Any opinions, so Allen is bound to promote a loyal and capable goblin as his plenipotentiary representative in the future.
"clear."
Albad nodded and was about to leave. "etc!"
Allen stopped Albad and pointed to a chair beside him for him to sit down: "He has told you about Zelang's situation."
"Um."
Albad nodded.
"Your lifespan is coming to an end, but now there are many trivial matters in the tribe that cannot be separated from you. It cannot allow you to settle down and engage in magic research. The possibility of promotion on your own in the future is relatively low."
"So, I want to use my methods to help you upgrade to the middle level of Legend and above, and buy you another hundred years. But if I use divine feedback to forcibly improve your strength, there will definitely be sequelae, and it may even affect you. The potential for self-growth.”
"Moreover, for the gift of divine power to be effective, you must also make progress in your faith. Otherwise, my own strength will be greatly reduced, and your gains will be greater."
"I'm sorry, patriarch, I..."
Albad quickly lowered his head, feeling very guilty.
"You don't need to explain to me, I still know what your mage's thinking is like. Not to mention that you can't devote yourself to these beliefs. Even if I have reached the height I am today, I have never had any beliefs that I truly believe in!" "
"No, I actually have faith, and that is the hundreds of thousands of people from my Green Field clan. As long as they can live and work in peace and contentment and develop steadily, then it will be worth whatever price I pay!"
Allen seemed to have a wonderful world in his eyes, which contained the vast future of the Green Field family. Albad couldn't help but be moved and fascinated by it.
The more rationally Albad looks at the world, the more fortunate he is. It is such a precious thing for the Green Field Clan to have such a talented and broad-minded leader who is dedicated to the survival and development of the tribe.
The clan leader has reached his current situation, but he can still maintain his original intention. So how can he, who he pulled up with one hand, have overly selfish thoughts and persevere in vain for the persistence of the so-called mage? It is not a kind of disrespect to the tribe and the clan. The blasphemy of one's own great idol.
"I see."
Albad made up his mind that when he returned, he would use practical actions to prove to his idol that he had always regarded him as a role model.
"You don't have to be too anxious. First figure out your status and research progress. If possible, I also hope that you can be promoted through your own efforts and seek your own future."
"Now all public property and resources in the clan are open to you. You can mobilize them if you need them. Don't worry about wasting resources."
"In my heart, your value is irreplaceable. If necessary, I am willing to exchange half of the Green Field Tribe's wealth for you."
"Clan leader!!"
Albad's heart was surging. He never thought that his status in Allen's heart was so high that he would actually say that he was willing to exchange half of Greenfield's wealth.
As a high-ranking member of the Green Field Tribe, and one who controls the tentacles of the God of Cookery that spread all over the tribe, Albad is very aware of how powerful and wealthy the Green Field Tribe is now.
Half of the wealth of the Green Field Tribe, this huge benefit would even make a saint willing to risk his life for it, but the clan leader is willing to give it up for the sake of a mere decrepit goblin of the legendary primary level! !
"Don't think or say anything, work hard and fight hard. It's rare for us to go through this world, and we have to leave something to be remembered, right?"
"Um!!"
Some people died, but not completely...
