Berserk: The Prophet

"Oh, so you two know each other, Osman," Green asked casually.

"Hahaha... Yes, this is Aikasa, the daughter of our island's king." Osman scratched his head and introduced her.

"But that's not the case now."

Aikasha shrugged. Although she had suffered another defeat, she had heard from other captured Vanskeri people she met on the way that the island had lost many young men. Not to mention whether her father could secure his throne, he might be forced into a marriage alliance with that unkempt, smelly guy as soon as he returned. She didn't want to go back at all.

"Suit yourself. If you want to leave, just let me know in advance. You can ride this horse."

"Thank you so much!"

Aikasa unceremoniously mounted the hunting horse, ready to have a good chat with it. The horse was a little resentful of being ridden by a new human and galloped wildly across the grassland.

"Ha! Not bad at all."

Green chuckled as he watched Akasha and her horse "communicate." Osman and the others also began to collect their spoils. Sanna and the others gathered together again for a chat. When no one was paying attention, Green returned to the headless corpse of the fugitive leader. It was too troublesome to painstakingly strip the equipment from him every time. He wondered if he could just store it in his spatial storage.

[System check in progress... No critical item - Ring of Belial, retrieval failed...]

[Activating the second method...]

So it was a key item. I had a feeling this ring wasn't ordinary. With the system's second notification, the totem on my chest seemed to move slightly, and I felt a different sensation on my chest, as if four paws were climbing up my chest like a kitten.

"Goooo?"

A tiny, golden-red miniature dragon emerged from Green's collar, nuzzled his chin, climbed onto his shoulder, and purred softly, signaling him to raise his arm.

Green raised his left arm, and the little dragon climbed onto his finger, which was like a cliff to him. Grasping Green's index finger, it opened its mouth, and the golden horns on its head and the golden dorsal fin on its back emitted a dazzling golden light, with golden electricity intertwined within. With a miniature breath like golden lightning, the recyclable equipment was also put into its space.

[The rusty black studded chainmail coat has been added to my inventory.]

Beligat licked its lips. It was still too weak to stay out for long, so it quickly scurried back under Green's collar. It was too cold outside, and it didn't like the environment.

A cool sensation spread across my chest, as if it had become one with me again.

He dismounted and glanced at the weapon the rogue henchman had discarded. It was a decent extended lance. He'd struck gold; he was just about to need a suitable weapon for mounted combat and charging.

These days, you need shield defense to use any shield you pick up. This Heretic Round Shield I just picked up requires 2 points of shield defense to use, and it weighs eight pounds. I can't just keep charging in with my greatsword, can I? A few Vanskellians can easily kite me to death. Looks like I need to learn the shield defense skill soon.

"Hey~, boss, everything's all packed up!"

Osman and his men had already piled up the spoils and tied them to their horses.

"Okay! Coming right away."

Green mounted his horse and led the group back to Port Tulai.

.........

Once in the city, he sold off his equipment in batches. The rusty chainmail in his backpack could still be repaired at the blacksmith's shop and was now wearable. After some spatial modifications, it was the perfect size for Grimm to wear.

"...This can be repaired, but I need 1000 dinars."

A thousand denars! That's too expensive. Today's loot wouldn't even be enough to cover it. Grimm turned and left. Anyway, he could get the equipment from his spatial dimension back in Berserker's Edge. A thousand denars was more than three gold coins. Wouldn't it be better to just buy a set of arm armor in the Berserker's Edge world? What a profiteer!!

"Hey, don't go! 800 dinars won't do!"

"I'll think about it some more." Green left expressionlessly. It has to be said that some merchants in Mount & Blade are simply outrageously unscrupulous.

Besides the rogue henchman, four forest bandits were captured. Two of them were knocked unconscious and seemed to be mentally unstable, with vacant stares.

Fortunately, Meslin remained in the tavern as usual. Ever since he was woken up that night and "forced to study," Green had been looking at Meslin with great discomfort.

"Selling prisoners of war."

Green couldn't look Meslin in the eye anymore; his gaze was darting around, and he looked somewhat guilty and disgusted.

"Hmm, if you're going to sell prisoners, then sell prisoners. Why are you looking at me like that?" Meslin chuckled softly in his signature way. What a strange little fellow.

"...Get your wallet ready."

"Okay, let me check the goods..."

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

“That’s 351 dinars in total. Count them. I’m heading to another city after tonight, little Green.” Meslin counted the money and placed the bag in Green’s hand, winking at him. Green gasped.

"...You're not a pervert, are you?"

"Haha, how could that be? I have high hopes for you, little Green. I've heard about your achievements, they're amazing. I really look forward to seeing what you'll look like when you grow up." Meslin rested his chin on his hand, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing into crescents, like a cute little fox with squinting eyes.

Green took the money bag and left the man at lightning speed. It's terrifying; if you stay with him for too long, you'll turn into a gay man sooner or later.

“Hahaha…” Mesling laughed, not minding Green’s reaction.

"Happy Trading."

Green counted the dinars before the look of disgust on his face faded. Money really was more tangible, enough to ignore some strange questions.

"Hmm~, looking forward to our next meeting."

"..." It would be better if we never saw each other, Green thought to himself.

I ordered food as usual. It was already evening. I had already eaten something after defeating the heretics. It was another day with income. I now had 12,000 dinars in my inventory. I was really rich. I could buy a factory in Tulai Port someday. I just wondered if I would be able to go to Pendor like in the game. Could it be that the god meant I was the one prophesied to be? I hadn't paid much attention to the story in the game before. I just knew that the game was fun. More than six years have passed, almost seven. Even if I had paid attention, I wouldn't remember anything. I only remembered a few legions and such.

After finishing his meal, he wanted to go for a walk to digest. In the Middle Ages, there was really no entertainment without drinking. He closed the wooden door of the tavern, slung his sword over his shoulder, and walked to the tree under the tavern. Ever since the last time he was harassed by a drunkard, Green had never forgotten to carry a weapon with him.

Gazing at the moon, I fell into deep thought. There was no wind tonight, just a chill, but this chill seemed rather unusual...

You've fallen into a trap! You've been robbed by a group of bandits!

"Click" "Whoosh"

The sound of a crossbow bolt being loaded and the trigger being pulled came from behind Green, followed by the sound of an arrow piercing the air.

Green's pupils contracted sharply; that chilling aura... it was murderous intent!!