Berserk: The Prophet

The villagers sat around the campfire, enjoying the food provided by Green's team, their faces beaming with smiles they hadn't seen in a long time.

Green watched this scene, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that his decision might be insignificant, but it could at least bring a touch of warmth to these villagers during this difficult time.

.........

"Brother Loran, are you leaving already?"

The tanned girl looked up at Loran as he packed his clothes, one by one. The oatmeal porridge mixed with dried meat and plenty of salt was so delicious that night.

Those adults in iron armor, and that child, were they like the lord of their village?

"...Well, little Casca, you should get along well with your brothers and sisters."

Loran was naturally fostered in his uncle's house. The old village chief Tyrode had five sons, three of whom died in battle, and one of the other two was his father, who was executed for offending a nobleman.

Casca's father was the youngest son and the sole heir to the village chief's position, with six children. Coincidentally, Casca was also the youngest daughter in the family, just nine years old, and not yet capable of doing much farm work.

"...Was it sold by Grandpa?"

Loran patted Casca's head and said softly, "No, Grandpa wanted me to have a better future. I will come back. When I'm capable, I'll come back to protect everyone and let you live a good life."

Casca nodded as if she understood, but her eyes reddened because she had seen her older sister taken away and never return.

At this moment, Green, who had eaten and drunk his fill, also entered the house. Tonight, he and Jacob would stay at the village chief's house, which was spacious enough to accommodate another adult and a child.

He looked at Loran and Casca and said, "Loran, get some rest once you're all packed. We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

Loran stood up and bowed to Green in the simplest way a rural child would, "Yes, young master."

"Ah."

Green glanced at the girl next to Loran. In Juda, her looks weren't particularly outstanding. She had dark brown skin, black hair, and a pair of deep, bright eyes. She seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her before.

Exhausted from a long day's work, Green didn't think much of it. The bed was already prepared, and Green went straight to his room to rest. The two people inside the room, as well as the village chief's family who were returning one after another, all remained silent.

...We can't let the soldiers go hungry.

Green chose to buy supplies directly from the system store, spending 88 dinars to purchase a basket of bread and some cabbage before finally going to sleep peacefully.

[Loading the world...]

—Barkley Continent—

After a dazzling white light, Green saw the little figure representing himself on the world map. His inventory now contained a loaf of bread and cabbage, and the twenty soldiers in his party followed him.

Hmm... it seems that due to some special circumstances, perhaps because they were summoned, or perhaps because they are part of the royal guard, they are in the same state as Green.

They were not far from the city of Pence in Barkley, where they had been busy dealing with pirates.

Since the last incident... the Vanscare trio remained in Pens City, and Green hadn't yet figured out how to explain the origins of these warriors to Seranty.

Life went on as usual, and nothing was more lucrative than hunting down the Vanskelli people who were burning, killing, and looting along the coast.

...because no one in the team kept the spoils for themselves.

The existing spoils alone amounted to eight thousand dinars, including chainmail, weapons, shields, dried smoked fish... the list goes on and on. The few prisoners captured in each battle seemed rather small compared to the total loot.

...It seems there are still some differences compared to the game. After all, an injured person cannot travel, and a slight mishap could lead to infection and death.

...When there are no slave traders at the nearest tavern, it's more profitable to simply recruit those bastards than to march them. Of course, these Vanskellians, who are originally sea raiders, are very greedy for spoils of war.

It seems better to leave non-summoned units to guard the base or camp, since you can't keep an eye on the soldiers you summon all the time to see if they've embezzled the loot.

Green has already spent 10,000 dinars to open a dyeing and weaving workshop in Port-Tulae, using silk and dyes to produce high-end velvet for the nobility.

They are currently en route from Port Toole to Pence, where they plan to open their next dyeing and weaving workshop.

Soon, the army ran out of bread and lettuce, and Green arrived in Pence. His purpose was clear—to open a dye works.

Opening a dyehouse obviously requires joining the local trade union or obtaining its permission to operate legally. Furthermore, it requires an introduction and approval from a highly respected person, such as the mayor or lord.

If you have a bad relationship with the local community, then I'm sorry, the union will not allow you to operate legally here.

Of course, if you have a very good relationship with the locals but a terrible relationship with the lord, this is also a very bad problem. The lord will deliberately make things difficult for your workshops and guilds, such as raising tax rates, demanding protection money, and so on. You'll be burdened with all sorts of exorbitant taxes and fines, making it impossible to make ends meet!

Fortunately, Green had a good relationship with the residents here, and even Duke Casarian was an old acquaintance of his.

Green, accompanied by his knight, was immediately the center of attention upon entering the city.

“Very good, Mr. Ryan. Our union knows and trusts you, and I think I can find someone to sell you the land you need.” The mayor of Pence City spoke to Green with a fawning smile.

"I need to open a dyeing and weaving workshop."

“Oh..., it’s a good deal. Please come with me. However, I must say that leather sells better in Pence. Wool clothing is slightly less popular, but the investment is 4000 dinars less than a velvet factory and half the investment of a leather factory.”

"Well, the profits of the three factories are about the same, but velvet is more reliable and the income is more stable." Green had heard a lot of rumors in the market of Port Tulai before he came.

Whether in times of war or peace, there are only a few stable businesses—bread mills, breweries, and velvet or silk products exclusively for the nobility.

Since we have sufficient capabilities, we should naturally choose the option with the highest profit and the most stable income.

"No problem, young master."

"...Dyehouses are usually located near rivers to avoid polluting drinking water sources. In addition to real estate, you also need to hire a master dyer and several assistants."

Green followed the mayor through the streets of Pence, the cobblestones clattering under his hooves. Many residents recognized Green and greeted him with smiles; children even ran alongside the procession for quite a distance.

"Look, it's the knight!" The children's dreamy whispers mingled with the noise of the city streets.