Berserk: The Prophet

"Hiccup, you're a good kid. Be nice to the girl in the future and live a good life." Green patted Pikachu, who was ten years older than him.

"As the eldest son, I don't have much to give you. Consider these ten dinars as a part of your wedding expenses. I might not have time to attend anyway."

Green was also a bit drunk. He was already tipsy after drinking two wooden cups of beer. It's true that children get drunk more easily. If it were his previous life, he would definitely be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

"Oh dear, if it weren't for you, how could I have met such a wonderful girl like Lisa? I can't accept her."

"Why are you being so polite? You followed me in the first place because you wanted to improve your life! Farmers don't earn money easily, so just accept it."

After several rounds of shoving, Pikachu couldn't resist Green's insistence and had no choice but to accept it.

"Wishing you a long and happy marriage, and many children! I'm full, I'm leaving now." Green's mind wasn't very clear, and he mumbled a few incomprehensible words, but you could still tell it was a blessing.

"No problem! Boss, take your time going back."

"It's okay, Ali's here..."

With Ali's help, Green got out of his seat. Well, you know what, he was fine sitting down, but when he stood up, he found he couldn't walk, so Ali simply carried Green on his shoulder.

"Ugh! It's nauseating... Ali!" With so much alcohol and food in his little belly, and being carried on his shoulder like this, Green almost threw up.

"Uh, boss, just bear with it a little longer, we'll be there soon." So Ali quickened his pace.

"Yue! Aba aba... #@&￥%&$..."

.........

When Green woke up again, it was the next day. He was in pretty good spirits. In the Berserk world, it was winter, so apart from sparring with Bazso, there was nothing to do.

Without horses, the first priority is to buy more. Although it hurts a bit, I still bought a gray grassland horse that the system just refreshed this month. Its speed is 42km/h, but that's only based on instantaneous full speed. How could a horse run continuously for an hour? Running continuously for half an hour would be considered the best.

However, considering its level 20 armor and high handling of 43, it's quite good, and it only requires two points of riding skill to easily control, making it very suitable for Green's current situation.

The equipment and items generated by the system rarely result in situations where Grin can't use them, so the equipment generated by the system now doesn't seem to be very high-level.

[Would you like to spend 1479 dinars to purchase the "Grey Steed"? Yes/No] [Yes]

[1479 dinars have been automatically deducted; current balance: 9279 dinars]

That's right. Besides selling the bread and fruit in his backpack, Green also sold the chainmail and weapons from the Vanscare pirates that he and Cheko had killed. He only kept a few usable pieces for his three men. Otherwise, those basic soldiers would have been dead long ago with their meager equipment.

The Imperial Greatsword that had recently appeared in the shop was also quite good. It required 16 points of strength and was more than a pound heavier than the blunt sword in his hand, weighing a full 3.8 kilograms. Its damage and speed were also very impressive, so Grimm gritted his teeth and bought it as well.

The 1.3-meter-long greatsword was as tall as him, making it very conspicuous.

Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. The damage dealt by that small, blunt sword is far too low, and it won't be able to cut through anything in case of an emergency.

[I have purchased the "Imperial Greatsword" for 4249 dinars. My current balance is 5030 dinars.]

"Ah, little money has flown away."

Seeing his wallet shrink by half in an instant, Green couldn't help but lie on the bed and sigh.

"What's wrong, boss?"

Ali had just opened his eyes groggily when he heard his boss muttering something inexplicable. He rubbed his eyes, his mind still a little foggy.

"...It's nothing." Suddenly recalling the memory of dying last night, Green couldn't help but feel annoyed. It's better not to drink too much in the future, after all, the people around him are all unreliable.

"Let's go, have breakfast and then head back to the city. I need to buy some equipment." Green got out of bed and quickly washed up.

"it is good."

.........

The group had almost finished packing up, and the three Vanskerry pirates who had been locked in the woodshed were also brought out. They followed the guards for half the journey, and the journey went very smoothly.

By the time they reached the city center of Port Tula, it was already noon, and the three Vanskellians were starving and dizzy.

He spent two dinars to open two ordinary rooms, untied the three men, and tossed them a small knife.

"What is this?" The three looked at Green with some confusion.

"It's for shaving. Your features are too obvious. Also, remember to stop swearing. If you get beaten to death when you go out, I won't be responsible."

"Uh, oh."

"Shave and remember to come down for dinner." Green said this before going downstairs, leaving the three of them looking at each other in bewilderment.

.........

Lunch was a hot soup with corn and salted fish. Who cares? In this day and age, soups were just a hodgepodge of ingredients stewed together, like bread and cheese.

Looking at the interface, the morale of the troops is excellent. If we look at it from a game perspective, as long as morale is high, nothing unusual will happen.

The three men came downstairs. You wouldn't guess it; they had shaved their beards and looked like three teenagers of seventeen or eighteen. To be so young and yet instigated by their families to rob people—that's typical of the Vanskellites. I guess the people on their island are tough too. They're so young, yet they have beards like middle-aged men, and their body hair seems quite thick.

The three seemed a little hesitant, and once their beards were shaved, they really didn't look like Vanscare people.

"Uh... Hello, boss."

It seems that ever since this kid led to the three of them being arrested together, it has become a consensus among the three of them that this kid should be the one to communicate with them each time.

"Well, sit down."

Green and Ali made room for seven people at the tavern's round table.

The three men's faces, now without beards, looked rather plump, suggesting they had been eating well. They sat on the stools, their faces flushed, looking rather awkward.

"Help yourself to eat whatever you want." Green took a bite of the somewhat hard bread; even though it had been heated, it was still quite difficult to chew.

"okay..."

The pirate who answered then picked up a spoon and ladled out soup for the other two and himself. Although they were a little unaccustomed to it, their rumbling stomachs didn't allow them to think too much, and they quickly buried themselves in their food to cook.

After Green finished his meal and let out a satisfied burp, he took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Green."