Berserk: The Prophet

[World transition in progress...]

[Importing spiritual links...]

Amidst a wave of dizziness and white light, my mind gradually cleared, and aches and pains washed over me.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

It's almost noon now. I barely managed to sit up in bed. It seems I'm recovering very slowly from my serious injuries.

"Tch, you're still alive? Untie me, I'm suffocating! Someone needs to relieve themselves, you brat!"

"Tsk, I know, what a troublesome woman..."

I had just woken up to this woman yelling at me. My head was already spinning, and now she was making my head throb. Ali and the others weren't in the room; they must be downstairs.

"Deng deng deng"

With a series of footsteps, the door creaked open.

"Boss! You're awake!?" Ali walked in with a joyful expression.

"Hmm...you go take her..." Green was about to tell Ali and his two men to take the woman to the restroom when he was interrupted by Ali's excited words.

"Boss! There's a knight downstairs looking for you! They just promoted Lord Cheko! Let's go down quickly!!"

Ali, looking excited, was about to help Green downstairs.

"Huh? Oh, oh." When Green heard that someone was looking for him, he followed Ali downstairs. What could make Ali so excited must be something really important, right?

"Ah! Hey!! Don't go! I haven't relieved myself yet!!! I can't hold it in anymore! Damn it, you little brat..."

.........

When Green arrived downstairs, Cheko was chatting happily with Wardma, their arms around each other's shoulders, exchanging pleasantries.

"Hey, isn't this our young hero Grin?!" Wardemar greeted Grin with a smile as soon as he saw him. If he wasn't on the battlefield, he would look like a rather kind uncle.

"Hello, Uncle Wardemar!"

Green raised his left hand in greeting, his right arm already bandaged and splinted again.

"Hahaha, why are you always wrapped in bandages every time I see you?! Come on, let me introduce the young hero of Port Tulai to everyone, hahaha."

The knights behind Wardemar had long heard that the one who captured Bog was a child, but they had never seen him in person. Meanwhile, the travelers and bards in the tavern also gathered around with great interest.

Wardemar grabbed Green's hand and pulled him onto the table. He then raised Green's left hand, making the somewhat socially awkward Green feel a little embarrassed by the stares from the people in the tavern. After all, he had never experienced such a show of respect, neither in his past life nor now. Nevertheless, he smiled shyly at everyone.

“Young Green, hey... by the way, how old are you again?” Just as Wardmar was about to launch into a passionate speech, he suddenly realized he didn’t know how old the little guy was, so he whispered in Green’s ear to ask.

Uh, winter isn't over yet, so he should still be 6 years old.

"I am 6 years old."

"Haha, huh?!" Wardmar first looked at Green with an incredulous expression, then introduced him to everyone with that kind of admiring look.

"Green, a young boy from Port Tulai, is only 6 years old. He single-handedly captured Bog, the war leader of Vanskerry. In the regions of Balan, Clarley, and Relancel, he bravely and skillfully followed the Lion Cheko to repel a total of over a hundred Vanskerry raiders! He is a true warrior!"

"Even with his right arm completely paralyzed, he mercifully used a blunt sword weighing 3.5 kilograms to knock out the notorious old drunkard Finney in Port Tulai!! His bravery is unmatched by anyone present, and his deeds should be widely known throughout the Barkley Empire. He should be the dream of every Barkley boy!!"

“Well said!!!”

"Young Green!! Barkley's hero!!"

The crowd below whistled and cheered, celebrating the emergence of such a hero in Barkley. The Cavaliers also applauded and nodded in affirmation for Green. From this day forward, every Barkley resident would know the name Green. [You have gained 100 reputation points]

"Hahaha."

It was clear that Wardemar enjoyed the atmosphere, holding Green's hand as they welcomed the cheers from the crowd, while the bards seemed to have found inspiration and began to imagine beautiful melodies.

When it was almost time, Green jumped off the table. It seemed that the pain in his right arm did not affect his movement. He was as energetic as ever, which made Ali sweat profusely.

"Be careful, boss."

"Hey, it's a minor issue, it's not that serious yet."

The two walked to a table and sat down. After all, Green hadn't had breakfast yet. Just as they were about to order something, the owner brought over a piece of bread, a serving of cheese, and a small roast chicken with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm sorry about last night, young man. I didn't mean to ignore it. You know, this is just a small business for me, and it's an old rule..." The tavern owner put on a fawning and apologetic smile.

"Oh, it's okay. There were a lot of people yesterday, so it's normal that you couldn't keep up!" Green understood what the boss meant in a second. Why not eat it? He had never tasted medieval roast chicken before.

"Hehe, I understand, I understand. This meal is on me, young man. Eat and drink well, and ask for more if you're still hungry."

"Oh, you're too kind."

Green said he should stop while he was ahead, and with a knowing look on his face, he tore off a big chicken leg with Ali's help and started eating. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the boss went off to get busy.

"Hmm, it tastes pretty good. Ali, tell me what happened?" Green asked Ali for news while eating.

Although the roast chicken didn't taste as good as in my previous life, it was still a very tender and delicious treat compared to the six years I spent eating coarse food. It wasn't tough at all, but the meat was a bit tough and easy to get stuck in my teeth. However, it wasn't a big problem. Green was in the process of losing his baby teeth, and his gaps between his teeth were quite large. Anything he ate would get stuck in his teeth. The only good thing was that even if something got stuck, it was easy to pick it out.

"Hehehe, boss, you're a celebrity now! The militia's deeds have spread throughout the entire port of Tulai, and Lord Cheko has also gained a resounding title: 'Lion' Cheko from Balan!"

"You know, leading a militia patrol of just under two hundred men to defeat a hundred or so Vanskerry raiders is a truly remarkable, epic victory!!"

Green considered the militia's soft armor and lined coats, their simple wooden shields and boar spears, and compared them to Vanscare's chainmail and Germanic helmets, along with seven or eight throwing axes and javelins, each capable of taking a life. They also had fairly professional Germanic round shields and battle axes. Compared to the militia, their performance was quite impressive, though still more like a bloodbath. Survival rates were low in those days; without serum, fever reducers, and proper medical care, injury was practically synonymous with death.

Green nodded, spitting out the chicken bone in his mouth. He figured all the able-bodied men in the nearby villages must be dead. No wonder Chekhov was still sighing even after winning such a victory.