Berserk: The Prophet

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"Wow~, haha!" After taking a sip of sweet wine, Green felt extremely happy. The wine, which exuded a sweet aroma, was truly the best thing he had ever drunk here. Even when making soup, no one would put in more than a few grains of salt, and there wasn't even a single seasoning.

"You should have a sip, Bazso! This is the best thing I've had since I came here."

The two kids got a little tipsy after just a couple of sips, not because the alcohol was strong, but because they released emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

Take out the few dried meats in the package. To be honest, the dried meats provided by the system are ready to eat, unlike the ones sold on the street that look like they have a layer of black ash.

"Mmm~ It's been so long since I've had white bread. We didn't get to eat it often at home either." Bazso savored the white bread, taking small bites, a rare treat for him.

When the topic of home came up, Bazso, emboldened by the alcohol, suddenly got into the spirits and took another swig of wine.

"Boss, do you want to hear about my story?"

"Alright, with wine and meat, let's have a good chat today!" Green took another sip of wine. After all, wine and stories are perfect for good brothers to strengthen their friendship.

Bazso gazed at the bustling street, paused for a moment, and then began to tell his story.

"My family was originally noble, but it began to decline by my grandfather's generation. In order to revive the family, my father spent all the family's savings to join the army and become a knight. However, his stipend alone was not enough to make ends meet. As the family's situation became increasingly difficult, my mother decided to start a business to support the family..."

"Unfortunately, even though my father spent all his savings to forge armor, it couldn't prevent him from losing his arm in the war..."

"When he first came back, he had a high fever, had lost his right hand, and his left leg was crippled; he was someone who could barely stand up..."

"We thought he wouldn't make it, but he miraculously survived. His mother refused to abandon him, and they sold off the last of their farmland to pay for his medical treatment..."

"Later, my father also did not want to continue living and becoming a burden to the family for a long time. Moreover, he was completely unable to revive the family and felt ashamed of my grandfather's expectations. It was only with my mother's encouragement that he gave up the idea of ​​suicide."

"To supplement the family income, my father sold his armor, and our family began to wander around for business. We lived a period of time that was not wealthy but quite happy..." At this point, Bazso's tears suddenly welled up, and he choked up as he continued to tell his story.

"Unfortunately, such days didn't last long. During one of our journeys, we were robbed by a group of bandits on horseback!"

“Those beasts!! I swear if I ever have the chance to see them again, I will kill them all, including their entire families!!!” At this point, Bazso’s emotions suddenly became agitated. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, but Green had never seen him so ferocious. His small, single-eyelid eyes widened to a point of rage, and the whites of his eyes instantly filled with blood vessels. His hair stood on end in an instant.

It was an anger that had reached its extreme, a hatred that had reached its extreme, and he trembled.

In another instant, he regained his composure and looked at his trembling hands.

"I hate myself! Why was I so foolish back then! Why didn't I learn the swordsmanship my father taught me properly? Then things wouldn't have come to this... No! I was just too weak! My dying father was pressing me down to protect me, and my mother told me not to make a sound..."

“Those beasts!! I saw my mother treated like that by them, they even killed her, I really wanted to rush up and kill them!!” Bazso’s last sentence was almost a sob and a shout.

"But...I was so scared...I was trembling with fear. I was so angry and scared at the same time. I hated my own cowardice!!!"

As he finished speaking, Bazso trembled and cried. He never wanted to recall that nightmare again, but it was so painful to bear it all alone.

"It's okay...it's all over..." Green stepped forward and hugged him. Only those who have experienced such pain can understand it. In this era, there are just too many painful experiences.

"Thank you, Green, it feels much better to say it out loud."

[Hint: This character's storyline is unlocked; the NPC you can recruit is: Bazso]

[Should we incorporate them into the team? Yes/No]

Green was taken aback; this was the first time the long-dormant system had displayed such a prompt. 【Yes】

【已开启巴兹索支线:父亲与强盗[任务期限:20年内]，支线目的:1.调查出裘达境内强盗的真实身份〔奖励:2名忠诚的潘德骑士，面包（50/50）*10，金条*1〕；2.查明巴兹索一家遇害真相。（奖励:预兆之狼战斧*1，预兆之狼全套装备*1，巴兹索体质突破*1，龙泪宝石*1。】

Character: Baziso [in the party]

Age: 9 years old

Level: 1

HP:59/60

Loyalty rating: 90 [Extremely loyal]

Power: 21

Agility: 5

Intelligence: 5

Charisma: 4

Character Skills: Iron Bones +2, Power Strike +1, Power Throw +1, Running +1, Riding +2, Guide +1, Item Management +1, Healing +1, First Aid +1, Command +1, Trading +1.

Weapon proficiency: One-handed weapons: 20, Two-handed weapons: 40, Polearms: 10, Bow and arrow: 0, Crossbow: 10, Throwing: 26.

Goodness, this kid's got real talent! His strength attribute is so high even at such a young age!

Green was unsure whether to be envious or jealous; this was what true talent was all about.

After venting his emotions, Bazso quickly calmed down and looked much better.

"And you, boss?"

"Me... I'm an orphan. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, but I have a brother..."

Green told Bazso about what had happened to him since he arrived, and it seemed that his own story was insignificant compared to the warmth that Bazso had once had and then lost.

The monotonous life, the relentless practice of swordsmanship and killing techniques, was fortunate to have a brother to share the burden of life with, preventing him from becoming a numb killing machine, and at least he could still feel a sliver of warmth.

“You’re even worse off than me, boss. At least I know what family feels like…” Bazso was probably tired. He lay on the ground, drunk, listening to Green’s story, and then fell asleep as he spoke.

"Hmph, that's still better than having something once and then having it forcibly taken away..." Green looked at Bazso lying on the ground snoring and chuckled, a sound that was both a sigh and a self-deprecating laugh.

“That feeling…I know it all too well…” Green said with a self-deprecating laugh, putting away the water bladder with the last bit of wine. The dried meat was all gone, so he tidied up a bit and found a spot to make a makeshift bed on the floor to rest. He also covered Bazso with a rough woolen cloth, as this kind of weather was most likely to cause typhoid fever after nightfall.

Looking at the deep blue sky where dusk and night were alternating, I fell asleep with the help of a slight buzz from the alcohol, and my injured body relaxed.