Berserk: The Prophet

"Boss, get on your horse quickly, the army is about to assemble!"

Bazso rode up to the riverbank. The tension of the war had reached its peak, leaving no room for relaxation.

"Oh! Here it comes."

Green splashed some cool river water one last time, then put his helmet back on, mounted his horse, and rejoined the team with Bazzo.

............

night.

The daytime fighting had ended, and the so-called advantage of the Midland upper class had vanished. Under the leadership of Judas' strongest knight, Bosco, the Midland cavalry was gradually being overwhelmed and was at a disadvantage. It was unknown whether anyone in Midland could turn the tide of the battle.

"Sizzle" "Sizzle"

Green used his mouth to tear the relatively clean fabric into strips. The wound had been coated with brown powder, which was spores of puffball. This fungus is very common in the Leydour Plain and the jungle. Due to its round shape, it is also known as puffball. Summer and autumn are the best seasons for puffballs to mature. They are common hemostatic agents and food ingredients. In an era when seasonings were scarce, they were considered a good thing to fill one's stomach.

It's just that for some reason, not many people know that the spores of this mushroom can stop bleeding. But then again, in an era of limited knowledge, such medical methods for stopping bleeding were probably kept secret by nobles and merchants. After all, Green learned about it from Burns' library, and Thranduil taught him to identify various hemostatic herbs.

What is this powder?

Bazso also applied brown powder to his wound and bandaged it simply. The two of them hadn't had a moment's peace since they started fighting alongside the White Dragon Knights on the plains.

"These are the big mushrooms I picked from the sand in the forest. They are mature spores and are very effective at stopping bleeding. I've heard the elders in my family mention them before."

"I see. Boss knows so many herbs! No wonder he heals so quickly every time. If you get free in the future... opening a herbal medicine shop and being able to stop bleeding quickly would be enough to establish yourself in Midland, right?"

Bazso, a former nobleman who had also been involved in business with his family, succinctly pointed out the business opportunities of this era. In war-torn lands, what soldiers lacked most was medicine that could quickly stop bleeding and heal wounds. Too many warriors lost their lives due to bleeding, and medicine was an extraordinary luxury. If a cheap hemostatic drug could circulate among the parties to achieve the goal of quickly healing the wounded, it would be an invaluable asset to the fighting force.

"...You're right."

While chatting, Green finished bandaging his right arm and backpack. Without stitches, it would heal more slowly. He could only rely on the powerful healing ability granted to him by the system. Green no longer trusted Bazzo's needlework skills. It almost made him die from the pain, which was worse than being stabbed several times!

Of course, this is just an exaggeration. After all, Bazso had tried his best to do as Green said, but his fat hands were just too clumsy.

As for the future? Although he wasn't very willing to do those dirty things under Kadi's command, Green wouldn't act rashly before he had absolute strength. This man could kill him very easily. Green hadn't seen all of his methods yet, but they were all ruthless and always caused undercurrents within Midland. The seeds of suspicion had already been sown, as evidenced by Laban's removal as commander-in-chief. The infighting among the nobles had intensified, and their interactions had become more frequent, which was undoubtedly a disregard for royal authority.

"tread"

Footsteps approached Green and Bazso's tent quickly and lifted the tent flap.

“Young man, Lord William wants you to go to him. He’s over there on the hill.”

It was Best. As Kadi's attendant, he couldn't fully utilize his assassin skills. No matter how agile he was, he couldn't avoid getting injured on the battlefield. In addition, he had to do some unknown tasks for Kadi at night, and his sunken eye sockets made him look even thinner.

"Oh well."

It was Cardi again. Green's intuition told him that this time it was bound to be bad news. It was too hot in the summer, so Green simply shook the dust off his pants and went out.

"Hey, Beth, your page has been summoned by the knight again?"

"Ah, um, my husband wants to give him a few pointers."

"Haha, that was really tough..."

The attendants around him greeted Best, and it was clear that the movement above had also led to interactions among the attendants below, after all, they had been in the White Dragon Knights for quite some time.

Green followed Best to a secluded hill where Cardi had been waiting for a long time, wondering what kind of mission it would be this time.

"...What's going on this time?"

Green didn't want to be alone with the two men, so he went straight to the point and asked them.

"...Regarding tomorrow's war, the White Dragon Knights and the reinforcements led by Shet...and the heirs of Erda Fortress..."

Cardi spoke slowly and deliberately, but his ruthless methods, which were so brutal that they seemed to eliminate all traces of the enemy, once again broadened Green's understanding of the man's viciousness.

"Don't worry, this time Juda has arranged for a famous group of assassins to assist us."

"...Understood."

............

Green returned to his tent, his hands and feet involuntarily turning cold. This man was truly capable of anything crazy!

That damn bastard! He didn't even consider his own and Bazso's lives. If he had a chance to survive the battlefield this time, he would definitely take Bazso with him and escape.

"What's wrong? Boss."

Bazso noticed the dark cloud on Green's face. It was a pity that it wasn't yet the dead of night, but it was almost time to rest.

"It's nothing. Let's put out the campfire first. Keep this safe; you might need it tomorrow."

Green tossed a piece of red cloth to Bazso, under which was wrapped a button pin; its purpose was obvious at a glance.

Green lay down directly on the grass mat, feeling somewhat annoyed. Although he wouldn't die on the battlefield, the pain wouldn't lessen, and no one knew what unexpected things might happen.

Seeing this, Bazzo instantly understood what Green meant. After all, the two had already cooperated many times, and now was not the time to talk about it.

As night deepened, the only sounds besides the occasional footsteps of the patrol team outside the camp were the chirping of cicadas and crickets, which made Bazso quite drowsy.

"Baziso".

"Ok?"

Green nudged the drowsy Bazzo, who then woke up a little.

"Tomorrow... remember to take care of yourself on the battlefield, and then... stick close to me." Glinka whispered to Bazso about tomorrow's plans when the patrol was no longer near the tents; a fierce battle was about to begin.