Berserk: The Prophet

Author's Note: High-energy content ahead! Gentlemen, please take evasive action!!! If you insist on reading this, then disregard what I said. (Manual sarcasm)

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Meslin walked to the Red Brotherhood's designated table, hung up a sign advertising the purchase of slaves, and was accompanied by two burly men to prevent the slaves from escaping.

Green was completely bewildered as he watched what was happening. He had just been teleported here and was already eating and watching the show at the tavern.

Damn, are there really men this handsome?

Green pinched his thigh hard, still slightly shocked. Could there really be such a handsome person in Pander? However, in terms of looks, he was still a little less handsome than Cardi. But the only difference was that compared to Cardi's cold and sullen face, this fox-like man in front of him was much more approachable and warm.

Seeing the man over there still looking so reluctant to part, Green silently complained in his heart. Sure enough, men still prefer good-looking people. He couldn't help but give the man over there who was completely infatuated a little disdain.

Meslin seemed to have noticed the gaze he was being scrutinized. His fox-like eyes instantly caught Green's attention, and he even winked and gave him a flirtatious look.

hiss.

Green gasped and quickly looked away, feeling goosebumps all over his body. He was still a child!

"Ali, go and bring that female bandit from Vanscare upstairs down." Although his arm was almost healed, he still didn't dare to exert much force.

"Yes, boss." Ali quickly went upstairs with another person after receiving the instruction.

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"You bastards, where are you taking me? I can walk by myself." As soon as he went downstairs, he could hear the female bandit's cursing voice. Green was relieved to finally get rid of the annoying voice. Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome to have her mouth shut every night.

Green also got up and went to 'White Fox' Meslin's table.

Mesling was naturally drawn to the commotion and, unsurprisingly, greeted Green.

"Are you buying and selling slaves, little one?"

“That’s right, they are Vanscaree’s Queen’s Guard bandits.”

"Let me see, tsk tsk tsk, how did you catch her? The women who can land with the Vanskerry raiders are all pretty impressive."

"Just catch her like that, but be careful she doesn't get away, she's a real pain!" Green shrugged nonchalantly.

"Hey, are you really going to sell me? I'll give you money, okay? Let me go!" The female bandit was getting impatient. She was wearing a linen coat that Green had casually scavenged from the battlefield, so she wouldn't embarrass herself in public.

“You’re too noisy, woman. I don’t want your bloody dinars that you got by sacrificing the lives of innocent villagers.”

“Hmm, not bad quality, just needs a bit of training. I’ll contact her hometown in Vanscare. If no one redeems her, I have a good place to send her.” Meslin withdrew his appraising gaze, counted out 299 dinars from his money bag, and handed them to Green.

Green weighed it in his hand and handed it to Ali, pointing at it.

"It's 299 dinars, boss."

"So, a pleasant deal, little one?" Meslin ordered his men to tie up the female bandit again, making sure everything was absolutely secure.

"No problem, Mr. Meslin is a straightforward person!" Green carefully put away his small purse and happily returned to his seat to continue his meal.

They easily made another fortune; these days, the slave trade is truly incredibly profitable!

He sat back down at his table, feeling quite pleased with himself, and nothing happened.

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[Late at night, you are woken up by groans from next door, and you can't fall back asleep.]

As a blue line of text appeared on the left-hand border, Green woke up groggily, blinking his eyes in confusion as he stared at the dark wooden ceiling. Some indescribable sounds also entered his ears. Thanks to the system, he recovered by the middle of the night.

"Yes, that's right, that's it, hmm~"

The sound of the bed creaking and shaking came from next door, along with some indescribable noises. If the sounds weren't somewhat familiar, you wouldn't have been able to tell from the moans that they were coming from a man!

It was Meslin's voice. Good heavens, it was right next door, and there was another man growling.

Ouch! My ears are dirty.

Green quickly burrowed into his blanket and covered his head, trying to reassure his young heart that he couldn't hear anything.

The fight in the next room showed no signs of stopping; instead, it intensified, escalating into a spectacular brawl. The sounds of physical combat and clashing swords filled the entire battlefield.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Seriously, I'm speechless. Fine, you can moan, but why are you moaning like a woman...and something like that?!

Green kicked his legs, oh well, he couldn't sleep at all. Dude, did the fight have to be this intense? Didn't you care at all that other people were listening?

Looking at the somewhat dark ceiling through the candlelight next door and listening to the screams was a double torment. On one hand, the pleasant screams made me feel unwell and stiffened; on the other hand, knowing that two men next door were having a physical fight gave me chills and goosebumps.

Okay, actually I'm also a little curious why men can make such sounds.

Look, don't look, look, don't look...

Little Angel Green: No, no, I'm not gay, what's there to be curious about?! My eyes will be offended!

Little Devil Green: Hehehe, it won't hurt to take a look, and I can't sleep anyway. How do you manage to make a man make that kind of sound... Hehehe, it's just a look, right?

Once curiosity is piqued, it's like being scratched by a kitten. As the chills subsided, curiosity surged like a raging river. In the end, unable to resist the temptation of the little devil, Green sat up and curiously peered through the crack in the wall. The absurd thing was that this angle was right above the table, an excellent viewing spot.

Meslin truly lives up to his reputation as the 'White Fox' who captivates countless straight men. That figure must have an A4 waist, right? Who could resist a waist like that? Those fair yet slender muscles, exuding masculine charm, are like the beautiful youths of ancient Greece. Just by existing, he is a perfect work of art.

The olive oil and a bottle of aged wine on the table, along with two exquisite glass cups, suggest that only Noldo could produce such fine glassware.

The two were sometimes entangled together, sometimes drinking together, until a slight flush appeared on Meslin's fair face, yet he still maintained his superb skills, guiding his dance partner tonight to enjoy this luxurious and decadent, yet indescribably wonderful scene.

By the time they finished their feast, Green was already next door, clutching his nose and bleeding profusely.

This isn't fencing, this...this is practically that damn art!!