Berserk: The Prophet

It's another early morning.

Green's injuries healed quickly, but Baziso seemed to have suddenly relaxed and had a fever for a few days. After drinking some herbal soup from "Zhenhuo Palace" for a few days, he was back to his usual lively self.

To be honest, as a true Juda boy, especially a mainlander who had been exposed to the teachings of the Dharma King's Hall since childhood, Bazso was initially very resistant to the medicine from the hands of the witch of "Zhenhuo Palace".

However, after being persuaded by Green, Baziso drank the bowl of medicine, though he kept complaining that it was quite bitter...

"knock knock"

"Hanks, Bazzo, are you in the room?"

There was a knock at the door. It was Heike and Edward. For some reason, the two always acted together.

"Coming, I'm here." Upon hearing Hickel's voice, Green put on his furry boots and ran to open the door.

“General Kirsten wants to see you.” Heckel smiled when he saw Green’s energetic appearance.

"Oh! Okay, I'll go get dressed." Green quickly and efficiently helped Bazzo put on the heavy quilt. To be honest, Green quite liked Hickel.

Her silver-white hair and melancholic light blue eyes really resembled that girl from Wyndam, except that Hickel's hair was noticeably smoother and less frizzy.

This hair color is really rare...

Soon after, Green and Bazzo were ready and followed Hecker and Edward to see General Kirsten.

Along the way, Baziso asked curiously, "Do you know why the general wants to see us?"

Edward shook his head: "I don't know, we'll find out when we get there."

Soon, they arrived at the general's room.

“Children, come, sit down,” General Kirsten said, gesturing to the chairs in front of him.

Green and Bazzo sat down as instructed, their eyes filled with anticipation, while Hickel and Edward exchanged a glance and left the room.

Unlike Buckleyburn, who created a fantastical world, General Kirsten's room was quite simple.

A set of tables and chairs with wooden tea set, several animal pelts spread on the bed and chairs, and several well-preserved animal heads and swords and shields on the wall as basic decorations.

“I’ve heard about your background, Hanks.”

General Kirsten made two cups of hot water for the two bewildered children; the increasingly impoverished Duchy of Grant could no longer afford to reward the general with tea from Kusha.

“Your father was a court musician in Nowrudkahuatti, and you are the last of the Senolobos family bloodline.”

“I never imagined I had such a distinguished family background…” Green’s acting was as natural as Hanks himself. Having spent nearly two months in the concentration camp, he had completely adapted to Hanks’ identity.

General Kirsten patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Your father was a great musician, but he was unfortunately caught up in political struggles and was eventually forced to leave the palace. However, he left you a precious keepsake."

After saying this, the general took out an old, small harp from the drawer and handed it to Hanks.

“This is the harp your father always carried with him. It embodies his musical dreams and his yearning to reclaim lost territory. I believe you also possess extraordinary talent.” Green took the small harp with a slightly trembling hand; it looked very familiar.

Green gently plucked the strings, and quickly mastered the eight-stringed scale. After all, he hadn't been idle for a month in Hohenheim; failing to recognize the scales or finish playing the score would result in severe punishment.

With a simple recollection, a beautiful melody flows from the strings—a simple folk tune by Grant.

General Kirsten listened quietly, nodding at Green with admiration in his eyes.

As the music ended, the general said with emotion, "Child, your musical talent is amazing. But now, our country is facing many difficulties and challenges, and I hope you can use this talent for something more meaningful."

Green nodded firmly: "General, I am willing to contribute my strength for everyone."

The general smiled and said, "Very good. Actually, I've called you here today because I have an important task for you two."

"We're all ears," Green and Bazzo said, displaying the humility expected of young people.

"My army has wiped out the various Juda strongholds hidden near the Outer Mountain. Among them are many children, like Bazso, who don't remember how they returned to their homes and the mountain valleys. I would like to ask you two to be the leaders of these children, so that they can serve the country when they grow up."

Green and Bazzo exchanged a glance, then said in unison, "General, we will certainly not let you down!"

General Kirsten nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. These children have heard about your heroic deeds in fighting the wolves. I believe that under your leadership, they will get along very well with each other."

"Ahem, ...Gurunberudo."

Kirsten cleared her throat with feigned modesty and called out a name. Immediately afterward, a red-haired man of unusually tall stature crouched down and entered.

The man was nearly twelve feet tall, almost three meters tall, which made Green and Bazzo's mouths gape in an "O" shape.

Gurenbelud's golden pupils swept over the two children, who looked like dolls in his eyes, before he looked at General Kirsten and asked, "What did you call me here for?"

"Gurenberudo, from now on you will be in charge of teaching these children martial arts," General Kirsten ordered.

Gulenberdo looked at Green and Bazzo expressionlessly, but his voice rang out like a deep, resonant bell: "Did you hear that, you brats!?"

Green and Bazzo swallowed hard and replied in unison, "Yes, Lord Gurenberudo!"

They inwardly groaned; this tall guy looked so fierce...so brutal!

Looking at the man before him, Green felt the totem on his chest stirring more intensely than ever before.

"Haha, don't scare them."

General Kirsten laughed heartily, easing the slightly tense atmosphere in the room.

Green and Baziso breathed a slight sigh of relief and secretly glanced at Gurenberudo. His tall figure was like a small mountain, and even his step was full of oppressive power.

“This is my adopted son, the current commander of the Fire Dragon's Nest, and the leader of the Flame Dragon Knights, Gurenbeldo.” General Kirsten introduced the tall, red-haired man with great interest.

Gurenbelludo only grimaced slightly at the title of "adopted son," but did not expose General Kirsten's ulterior motives.