Berserk: The Prophet

"I'll be going now, brother. Leave the Vanskerry remnants around the village to me."

"Yes, you should be careful too. Once winter is over, the Vanskell people must go back to their hometown and have a get-together in the village!"

"no problem!"

Cheko and Lud exchanged pleasantries before slowly walking outside. Cheko patted Lud on the shoulder; the two good brothers had only just reunited and were about to part again.

"Hey, keep it up! Little hero Green, hahaha..." Before leaving, Lude couldn't help but tease Green one last time, waving his right fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, as a greeting.

"Well, goodbye, Uncle Iron Wolf! I'll be waiting for your good news!!" Green was clearly not expected that the burly man would greet him. He mumbled something with his greasy mouth, and waved the chicken leg in his only movable left hand.

"Hahaha, have a safe trip, my good brother! Kill those Vanskerryers like their tails were pissed off!" Cheko also showed a rare smile, which he had only managed to manage these past two days, including when he was awarded the title of Lion.

"Don't worry, wait for my good news."

Lud mounted his horse and led his troops slowly away from the street. Cheko watched them until they left the city, and only after they were far away did he let out a slow sigh.

Having not seen my old friend for many years, this latest parting has left me with a touch of melancholy.

Cheko and Wardemar had already eaten, so they sat down at Green's table to chat. Green had also finished exchanging pleasantries with Vice Commander Wardemar.

"Hey! You're not kidding me, are you? You're so tall for your age, you look like you're almost ten."

"How could that be, sir? My father wouldn't lie to me." Green couldn't possibly be mistaken. Since arriving in this strange world, he could remember exactly how many times he and Guts had wet the bed each due to their physical condition.

"Haha, by the way, I still don't know your background. What does your father do? He must be very powerful, right?"

"Of course, but we are just ordinary people in Barkley. My father is away from home most of the time."

"What about your mother?"

"...passed away." Upon hearing this, Green suddenly lost his appetite for the chicken leg in his hand.

"Uh... I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, anyway... I can take care of myself." Green smacked his lips, the chicken in his mouth tasteless.

"Ha! I can see that, but it's okay. Even if you come from a humble background, with your abilities you can still make a name for yourself in Barkley. Remember to come find me if you change your mind! I'm off now, I still have to take them on a mission."

Wardemar stood up and patted Green on the shoulder. It's alright. The child is still young and doesn't understand the world-shaking difference between commoners and nobles. He'll come to him when he figures it out.

"Take care, sir, and have a safe journey."

Seeing this, Green licked his fingers, wiped the oil stains on his pants, and went out to see Wardemar off. To be honest, if he hadn't already been working as a page for Cardi and was worried about the mysterious man, Green might have followed him.

"Go back now that you're injured, don't catch a cold. Whoa, giddy up!!" Wardemar mounted the horse his men had brought and rode off with the other knights.

That's cool, where's the Knight?

Green looked at the tall horses they were riding and felt very cool. Then he looked at his own "ancient road, west wind, and lean horse" and realized that there was no comparison.

"Go back inside, Green." Cheko put his hand on Green's shoulder. The little boy was still too short, although it was already quite remarkable for a 6-year-old to be this tall.

"Ah."

...............

"Hey, let me go to the bathroom, I really can't hold it in anymore... damn it."

"Ali, you two take her there."

As soon as Green and the others returned upstairs, they heard the female pirate complaining. Green frowned and quickly went to tell Ali and the others to take the woman outside to deal with it. In the past two days, no Red Brotherhood personnel had come to Tulai Port to buy prisoners. They really wanted to sell this woman as soon as possible. Their ears were getting calloused from all the noise. They didn't know if it was the ancestral foul mouth of the Vanskerry people, but even the women were so shrewish.

Because of the injury that prevents them from going out, the perspective has once again shifted to God's-eye view.

"Why can't I import the file?"

During the boring transition period, Green played with his phone. The battery level was still the same as before he transmigrated. Since computers could run in this space, could phones be charged?

Without further ado, I plugged my phone into the charger, and the familiar charging notification sound reached my ears.

[Item 'Phone' is charging... Each 1% battery level will consume 1 point of Spirit Power]

Goodness, mental energy is fully charged, that's something else, bro. If your intelligence is maxed out, it's absolutely awesome. I just wonder if I can take it to another world to show off the camera's high-definition image quality.

Just as Green was thinking this, he was pulled back into the world of Pendor to continue dealing with the emergency.

In the brief moment of God's perspective, another night and a day had passed in the tavern, and another night had passed in the blink of an eye. Today's Red Brotherhood handover person was "White Fox" Meslin. As for why he was called White Fox, it was of course because he had long, milky white hair and bewitching eyes and face like a fox, making it impossible to tell that he was a man. It was said that he was the youngest son of a nobleman who ran away to make his way in the world because he did not want to be controlled by his family.

The fox-like man was now leaning on the bar with one hand, preparing to order drinks with the owner.

"Hey, Meslin, long time no see. Your ass seems to have gotten even perkier! How about it, interested in taking customers tonight?"

A mercenary, who seemed to have known Meslin for a long time, patted Meslin's shapely buttocks as a greeting, and Meslin responded with a lazy expression.

"Sorry, honey, I think we need to finish my tasks before we do any of those pampering things."

Meslin took the wine offered by the owner and sipped it. Although he had left his family and their womanizing ways, his noble manners and taste remained unchanged. He simply enjoyed being approached by these strong men.

"Oh, of course, you're so beautiful, little white fox, more beautiful than any woman. I'll never forget that night..."

The seemingly strong mercenary wore an expression of ecstasy and couldn't resist moving closer to Meslin to kiss him, but was stopped by Meslin's slender, fair fingers.

"Oh, darling, I hope my charm isn't enough to bankrupt you. Beautiful things are often poisonous and intoxicating, and my nights are very expensive. If you really want to spend some time with me, you'd better prepare your wallet."

Although Meslin doesn't mind being flirted with by his old flames, he refuses to take advantage of them for free, and if that happens, he wouldn't mind breaking their fingers or... their little brothers.

This is typical of the Red Brotherhood's "White Fox," Meslin.