Berserk: The Prophet

Green walked out of the tavern. The wheat seeds on the carriage had been almost completely unloaded, totaling more than fifty bags. Planting them on a large plot of land wouldn't be a problem, but planting them on an entire baronial estate would be a bit like Jingwei trying to fill the sea.

...This batch of wheat seeds would be good enough to plant 90 acres of land, while a baronial estate has more than 1,000 acres of land to cultivate, which means it would need more than 500 bags of wheat seeds.

But it's better than nothing. When the caravan arrives, we can have them travel back and forth between Midland and here to trade wheat seeds. The system has already appraised the prices here. Even though wheat prices have risen in Midland in recent years, there is still no shortage of grain in Baldin. Trading back and forth is still profitable.

Moreover, since Qiuda occupied the plains, grain production has increased significantly, so we can simply transport wheat seeds from Qiuda.

Anyway, ask around if there's a general store that buys the rest of the salt and flax.

As Green pondered this, he walked toward where the caravan was parked, where his men were methodically organizing the goods. He called Jacob aside.

"Go and contact the general stores in the territory and see if they will buy the remaining salt and flax. If the price is right, sell them. Don't worry too much about the profit."

"Also, send a telepathic message to the caravan on the border and tell them to send the weapons over as soon as possible. Once they arrive here, combine all the wagons into one, then buy some wool and dried meat from here to sell to Midland, and then buy wheat seeds from Midland and send them here."

Jacob acknowledged and went to take care of the matter. Green, on the other hand, bought a map from a local vendor to plan his route, preparing to embark on his journey to Landil.

As night fell, Jacob returned and reported to Green, "Green, the deal with the general store is done; salt and flax will fetch a good price. The caravan has also been notified; they can deliver the weapons tomorrow."

"That's fine then, get some rest."

......

At noon the next day, El led the knights and a caravan back to the city; it was the caravan that Grin had summoned.

Green stepped forward and lifted the cloak on the carriage. The weapons brought by the caravan gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He already had a good idea of ​​what they were, but he still pretended to examine them carefully. For the militia, the quality was much better than El had expected.

El was overjoyed. These weapons could be put into use with just a little repair. Even the sickles could be used by the farmers, giving the blacksmith shop time to make other weapons.

“Green, this batch of weapons arrived just in time. With them, the training of the militia will be guaranteed.”

Green nodded: "It can be put into use after simple repairs, but some shields may need some maintenance."

However, El noticed that some of the bloodstains on the weapons were still dried and had not been cleaned off.

"But...where did you get all these weapons from?"

"Hey, weren't they just picked up by those mercenaries on the battlefield? They came here to resell these spoils of war." As a seasoned veteran who had been through thick and thin in the world of Blade & Soul, Green's excuses were endless and he didn't hesitate at all.

After listening to Green's explanation, Al nodded slightly, seemingly without suspicion.

"Looks like your caravan has quite a wide network, even managing to acquire mercenaries' spoils," El said with a smile, his eyes full of satisfaction with the weapons.

Green smiled and said, "Business is business. As long as it can help the territory, it's worth the extra effort."

"Now that we have the weapons, it's up to you to take care of things."

"No problem, I'll have the blacksmith refurbish these weapons right away, butler..."

El went to arrange for the blacksmith shop and castle officers to begin preparations for the militia. It seems the young baron is about to get busy again.

Green stretched and said, "Well, being a lord is indeed a troublesome job. It seems I need to make some arrangements for the new caravan."

Although the soldiers he summoned all had similar outfits, their attribute templates were not uniform. Only the main attributes were consistent, such as strength and iron bones.

...including those refugees who only receive 4 dinars a month.

Green picked the one with the highest trading level among them. Although he was only level four, it didn't matter. He could use money to upgrade him to a senior manager through the system.

[Use 4000 denars to upgrade this character's business attribute? Yes/No] [Yes]

[Upgrade complete. Current character's persuasion +6, trade +7, upgraded from refugee to caravan leader. Further upgrades to the current objective are possible, but will cost 10,000 dinars.]

Ten thousand? Forget it, level seven trading is already pretty impressive.

[You can name your current character: __]

...Ah, let's call him Smith.

[Can be infused with Knight's Essence (Green)? Spend 50 Soul Points to infuse the essence and transform it into a fixed NPC with a certain degree of death resistance?] [Yes]

With a flash of light, Smith's demeanor changed abruptly. The humility and cowardice of a refugee vanished, replaced by the heroism and confidence of a knight.

Green nodded in satisfaction; it seemed the Soul Points had been well spent.

"Smith, from now on you are the leader of this caravan, and I hope you can manage it very well."

"Green said. Smith knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Young Master, rest assured, I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

Green patted him on the shoulder. “Very good. Next, once the militia here has developed to a certain extent, you can purchase profitable goods here, take a caravan to Midland to sell them, and then purchase wheat seeds from Midland to transport back here to sell. Continue this until wheat seeds are no longer needed here. Then you can choose your own goods and trade routes.”

"Understood." Smith's demeanor after being infused with the spirit of a knight was completely different from before; his previously bewildered eyes now revealed the shrewdness of a businessman.

“Alright, you must be tired from your journey, go and rest first.” Green instructed Jacob to take them to rest.

After settling Smith in, Green began to think about the journey to Landil. The soldiers in the group had recovered well and were ready to set off again. In any case, he would say goodbye to El that night.

As night fell, Green came to El's study to say goodbye. "El, I'm preparing to leave tomorrow."

El was a little reluctant to part. "Are you leaving so soon? I wanted to discuss the development of the territory with you more."

Despite Baron El's dedication to the affairs of the territory, he was still just a 14-year-old boy. He had finally found a playmate of similar age, and more importantly, the other person was equally capable and they had a lot in common.

Green smiled reassuringly and said, "We might have plenty of opportunities in the future. The militia and the caravan have all been arranged. I need to go to Landier to find my relatives first."

El nodded. "...Looking for relatives? Then be careful on your journey, and contact me if you need anything."

"Of course, please take good care of me."

After saying goodbye to El, Green returned to his quarters and had the soldiers pack up the rations and other supplies needed for the journey.

Jacob walked in. “My lord, everything is ready. We can depart tomorrow.”

"Hmm." Green looked at the night outside the window, his heart filled with anticipation. He had seen Guts briefly last time and Guts had grown quite a bit taller. He hoped that Guts was doing well now.

The next morning, Green led his team on their journey to Landil, the sunlight shining on them as if foreshadowing a new journey.

Meanwhile, in the castle south of Balden, El is actively working on the training of the militia and the development of the territory, and the boys all have a bright future.