Berserk: The Prophet

"...Tell me more about the opportunities on this continent."

Despite having played many games, this was the first time Green had seriously looked into the background of this game.

"Warring nations will pay mercenaries a good price. If you do some good work, you can talk to any lord in that nation, and they may offer you a mercenary contract. However, to get a substantial reward, you have to try to become a vassal of the monarch."

“Vassals can own villages, castles, and cities, and can acquire great wealth through taxes and other income from their fiefs. Normally, only the nobles of the kingdom have the right to acquire fiefs, but in times of war, a monarch often readily accepts someone who has distinguished himself on the battlefield as his vassal and grants him the right to own land.”

"That's right! We want to become nobles too! And make a fortune!" As Clarissa's speech became more and more engaging, many of the patrons around came over to join in the fun, especially the mercenaries.

"In Pendor, there has never been an adventurer who declared his non- allegiance to any monarch, choosing instead to establish himself as king and claim territory in his own name. It is a difficult path. In any case, those noble families with illustrious lineages are unlikely to accept a newly emerging lord as their monarch. Such a ruler must be extremely cautious in establishing his royal power, otherwise he will be attacked by various forces."

"Haha, those usurpers are nothing but clowns who lost in a power struggle. Anyone who would actually help them regain the throne is a fool. It's no less difficult than building a new kingdom themselves." The mercenaries chimed in with their opinions, chatting idly.

"Haha, but for some exceptionally capable and ambitious adventurers, this is indeed a challenge worth trying. What do you say, little guy?"

Meeting Clarissa's gaze, Green nodded. "Perhaps, but I think I know enough. Thanks."

Sigh, feudal society is still the same old thing. But it does fit the mechanics of Mount & Blade. When he first started playing, he was also a miserable mercenary and laborer. It was especially difficult for commoners to rise to the rank of nobles and vassals. In the end, the towns that he conquered with great effort would not be granted to him.

Back then, Green was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table and started a rebellion. As a result, the scoundrel who made the prophecy was so badly known for robbing caravans every day that all the nations of Pendor declared war on him, and within a few days, the country was declared destroyed.

I was so angry that I deleted the game and started over right then and there. Sigh.

...Indeed, having a good identity is a good thing.

...I wonder if Pan De's legitimate identity will be of any use.

The news that a child from Barkley looked like the late King Kavara also reached the ears of the Red Brotherhood, and the news spread like wildfire.

If there are no special events and no battles are involved, then... we can leave everything here to Belial.

——【Berserk】——

When Green woke up again, the story on the other side never stopped. With plenty of money in his pocket, Green now had Bailey Gartner open every factory he could. As long as there was a sufficient source of funds, everything was negotiable.

Gus smiled at Green, still reeling from the joy of their reunion. He had thought all night that there was no closer bond than that of brothers; at least, his brother had never harmed him.

"You're awake? I've already cooked dinner, we should be leaving soon." Gus turned away from his younger brother and went outside the tent to prepare the tableware, as if the days he spent living with his brother were about to return.

"...Hmm?"

Green rubbed his eyes. All he could remember was talking to Gus late into the night yesterday, and then falling asleep.

The sudden mental relaxation allowed the body to sleep soundly. Although most of the affairs in the other world were handled by Belial, the body could still vaguely sense the situation there. Fortunately, the time in the Berserker world and the Pendor world was reversed; it was daytime here and nighttime there. As long as the body rested on time, there would be no problem.

...You just need to be careful about your personal safety at night.

However, with so many guards around Green, there are no unexpected situations for the time being.

Green got up and stepped out of the tent, taking a deep breath of the dawn air, feeling refreshed. Gus had already laid out a simple meal on the ground: bread, dried meat, and a wild vegetable soup. Green sat down to eat with Gus, and the two chatted about their upcoming journey.

"Where are we going?" Green asked.

"Uncle North said it's to Duke Baldyn in the North for a grand hunting expedition," Gus said casually, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary for him.

Green nodded; it seemed the information he had heard earlier was true.

It's been so long since I've had breakfast with Gus; the days of wandering have felt like a dream.

Green and Gus packed up the tent together, and put all the items on the carriage next to them. One carriage was enough to carry the luggage and tents of 15-20 people, and there were thirty or forty transport vehicles alone.

Including the food and other supplies, there were at least 12 vehicles.

Green also noticed the large, tightly sealed boxes, which filled two wagons and even had two more mules than the other wagons.

Whether it was influenced by that dragon or not, Green felt as if he could smell gold and silver.

Those two carriages were constantly being guarded by people taking turns, so if Green wanted to get close, there probably wouldn't be any way.

"Brother, why is this hunting activity being made so mysterious? What's in those boxes?" Green asked Gus casually.

Gus frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm not quite sure either. Uncle North said that it was cargo that the Duke of the North asked us to transport."

"Oh? I see." Green nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

...It seems that the Duke of the North has quite an appetite, taking advantage of the chaos in Landil to make a fortune.

After morning, the weather gradually became gloomy. Braving the cold wind and heavy snow, we made our way forward with difficulty. The further north we went, the colder it became, and the snow became thicker.

The snow lessened considerably in the evening. Guts delivered meals to Gambino at noon and in the evening. Green no longer wanted to have anything to do with Gambino; ​​he despised men who would lose their temper with those close to them.

However, he did want to take this opportunity to see what the duke of the North looked like, and wonder if there were any special products in his territory worth trading.

Because of the large amount of baggage and wagons, the Fierce Bear Regiment's marching speed was not very fast. However, they had now reached a shortcut. Tonight, they only needed to cross to the other side while the sea was frozen solid. It would be a journey of another five or six days.

"You're back? I've already cooked the broth. This is brown bear meat, hunted by the archer uncles who came with me." Green stirred the meat in the iron pot. The dried bear meat might still have some of its original gamey smell, but Green added some cinnamon and other seasonings to the pot to remove the smell.

"Come and try my cooking."

Gus stepped into the tent and was immediately enveloped in warmth and the aroma of broth. He rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, and walked over to Green with a smile.

"Wow, it smells so good, Green." Guts took the bowl Green handed him, gently blew on it to cool it down, and took a bite.

"Mmm, it tastes really good. Your cooking skills are getting better and better." Gus praised it highly and took a few more bites.

Seeing Gus enjoying his meal, Green smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it. It's been so cold on the way here, have some hot soup to warm yourself up."

"Hmm!" Guts was also focused on eating, his thoughts occasionally drifting back to when he had brought food to Gambino.

"Hmph, you came alone? Your good-for-nothing brother has really made something of himself. Does he not even want to acknowledge me anymore, and only want to acknowledge you as his older brother?" Gambino said, reeking of alcohol. He had just been unloaded from the carriage and moved into the tent, and he started drinking again, even though he had drunk quite a bit while sitting in the carriage.

Gus frowned, but didn't respond to Gambino's words.

“Gambino, this is bear meat that Green and his friends hunted on the road. Have some, I’ve put it on the table.” As usual, Guts placed the food on the wooden barrel that was being used as a makeshift table.

Seeing this, Gambino became even more emboldened. He stood up unsteadily, leaning on his cane, and pointed at Guts, saying, "Look at you, and your brother, what future do they have!"

Gus remained silent; he didn't want to argue with a drunkard.

But Gan Binuo wouldn't let it go, kicking over a nearby stool. "Let me tell you, don't think you're something special just because your brother went out and made a few bad friends. You two are nothing without the Fierce Bear Gang!"

"...If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

Guts suppressed his anger and turned to leave Gambino's tent.

...He and his brother are not useless!!