Berserk: The Prophet

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He changed back into his blue, belted robe, carried a large sword on his back, and rode a relatively docile horse, looking quite presentable.

It seemed like I could control it. As soon as I got on the horse, I knew how to ride it. It could react and move according to my will, and I could vaguely sense its current state.

Bazso is not yet able to ride a horse alone, sitting behind himself.

It was already dusk when we returned to Wyndam, after a total of 6 days of travel.

When Kadi entered the city, he didn't open his helmet and entered in a very low-key manner. He simply asked the guards where the White Dragon Knights entertained the newcomers, and then, carrying Count Granz's letter, he rode his horse slowly towards the castle.

This was Green's first time riding a horse in the city. Perhaps it was because the knight's armor was so eye-catching that many passersby were looking in his direction.

Although he wasn't the one being noticed, the admiring gaze still ignited a spark of longing in Green's heart, as if the scene of a knight and princess from a fairy tale had come to life before his eyes.

Indeed, only personal experience can truly convey the feeling, and a sense of pride welled up within me.

Glancing casually at the alley in the distance, a familiar figure appeared before her eyes. It was still that eye-catching head of long silver-white hair. Her clothes were not clearly visible, but she could vaguely make out a white top. Obviously, the child had also noticed her.

Green grinned smugly, a strange sense of pride in him, and waved to the man. After all, every boy wants the girl he likes to see him looking radiant.

"..."

Why is he with a knight? Is he the knight's personal page?

With mixed feelings, Gerry looked across the crowd at the familiar face he could see from afar, that smile...

Damn it, I really want to beat him up, what should I do?

Unfortunately, there were quite a few people around, as many knights had arrived that day, and crowds were gathered on the streets to watch.

He should be going to Pani's tailor shop to pick up his clothes tomorrow; all I need to do is wait for him there.

Thinking about how I could beat him up tomorrow made me feel much better.

Many knights are going to enter the castle today to be received by His Majesty the King. I certainly can't miss this great opportunity to witness so many knights in person!

As the sun sets, the silver-haired boy begins another day of pursuing his dreams.

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The service treatment for noblemen was also different. On the night of their arrival, they were directly housed on the first floor of the royal castle, and their horses were taken care of by special people.

After handing the letter to the head of the White Dragon Knights and exchanging a few pleasantries, the butler arranged their accommodations. Tonight, they would stay on the first floor of the castle and be entertained by the king at a banquet.

The servants, on the other hand, lived in the outer rooms. Although they could not meet the king, the stewards in the castle would not deprive them of food.

Freshly baked bread, chicken, fruits and vegetables, and beer. For an average person, this is already a pretty good meal.

In the evening, the king held a grand banquet for the knights who had traveled a long way, as all the newly joined knights had arrived that day. Many nobles also brought their daughters to befriend the knights from afar, exchanging news among themselves.

After all, in the days before mobile phones, information transmission was very slow, and news from the outside world was completely non-circulating.

They drank until about 10 p.m. before hurriedly leaving the banquet. It seemed that they had made many future comrades-in-arms and partners for mutual benefit, and had built up their own network of contacts.

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At dawn, the chickens and livestock kept in the castle began to crow loudly, waking up the dawn on the horizon and also rousing the drowsy Green.

A new day has begun.

Green got out of bed, stretched, and yawned. He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. People who live in castles really know how to enjoy life.

I quickly washed up in a wooden basin, and then used some wood ash and my fingers to brush my slightly gapped teeth. These days, where can you find a toothbrush? However, my gums have been feeling a bit swollen lately, and I've missed a tooth tip, so I guess I'm about to get a new tooth.

Once dressed, they went out to find a practice area and started practicing their swordsmanship. After all, on the battlefield, the only thing that brings peace of mind is improving one's martial arts skills. Many knights and their squires were also practicing their swordsmanship there.

"Look, whose child is that?"

"He must be a pageboy, right? He's practicing swordsmanship at such a young age."

"Looks like you've practiced quite well, the form is pretty good!"

"Yes, he's clearly a talented kid. I wish my son was even half as good as him..."

The presence of a child on the practice field is quite eye-catching, drawing admiring glances from those around him, while Green is completely focused on swinging his sword with all his might.

"...160."

"Ha ha..."

There's been absolutely no improvement. Is this body already at its limit? Grimm leaned on his greatsword, his whole body aching and sore.

"Boss!!"

Bazso was panting heavily from running; this kind of physical activity was a bit too much for him, but it seemed he had been looking for him for a long time.

"You're out practicing swordsmanship so early? Why didn't you wake me up, boss?" Bazso walked over, panting, probably because he hadn't eaten breakfast either.

"You're sleeping so soundly. Come on, try swinging it." Green gestured for him to lift the greatsword stuck in the ground. Green had rested enough.

The greatsword was obtained from the battlefield following Gambino. It wasn't the best, but it was the best-preserved two-handed sword. It was very sharp, but it was heavier than most two-handed swords, probably weighing about 6 pounds. The swing range was a little over a meter. To support a swing of that weight, the strength required would be considerable.

Bazso looked at the greatsword stuck in the ground. Lifting it wasn't a problem, but his clumsy hands made it difficult to hold it steady.

"It's so heavy... How did you manage to swing it so easily?" Bazso was quite shocked. The person was even younger than him, yet he was wielding such a greatsword. Even adults would find it difficult to handle!

"Just trying to survive. Come on, let me see how you swing this..."

Green began instructing Bazso on swordsmanship. He was very strong, but he didn't know how to use his weapon properly. Some of his postures were also incorrect. Over time, he would not only injure himself, but also create many openings in his defense.

Green patiently explained and urged Bazzso to keep swinging his sword.

[Current Coach +2. Target Role: Baziso, estimated to gain 10 experience points per hour.]

Bazso needs at least eight hours of training every day to catch up with the experience points he gains in the Trial Realm each day.

Perhaps it was everything he had experienced that profoundly affected Baziso, as he tried to open his arms wide, waving them with all his might until he was drenched in sweat.