Berserk: The Prophet

Great, all the hot water I boiled earlier has been poured into the wooden bucket. I need to boil some more. Anyway, it's just for drinking water. This time it boils very quickly. Green lifted the kettle up. Kadi's hair was half dry. He poured the water into a cup. Although he was mentally complaining about Kadi a hundred times over, he still obediently picked up another cup and folded the hot water back and forth to cool the water down to a warm temperature.

Kadi picked up the water glass, took a sip, and finding the temperature just right, he was quite sensible and drank it all in one go.

"Tap" "Ding-a-ling"

The sounds of a cup being placed on the table and a glass being filled with water echoed in the empty room.

Green refilled the glass with hot water, moved the kettle aside, and planned to use it to extinguish the embers in the fireplace when he went downstairs.

Having been an orphan in both lives, Green's life skills were already maxed out. He knew exactly what was best to drink and when. After quenching his thirst, he didn't need to drink anything too lukewarm; slowly sipping something warm was the way to live. Sure enough, Cardi only took a small sip before putting down his cup and preparing to speak.

Are you curious why I still need to take a shower in this winter?

Green thought about it and realized that in this medieval-like era, many people only took a bath at birth because it was rumored that the Black Death was caused by the expansion of pores due to bathing. The strange smells in the military camp were much stranger than in his previous life, at least ten times more stinky, and a rub would produce a lump of sticky, bulging eyes.

Seeing that Green did not answer, Cardi understood and continued talking to himself.

"Pshaw, actually those who don't bathe are all idiots, and those nobles who think they're so high and cook their fruit are all a bunch of fools."

Green nodded in agreement; undeniably, it was indeed a case of ignorance and stupidity.

Kadi took another sip of hot water and held the cup in his palm to warm his stomach. Actually, his apprentice was quite clean, but for some reason, he always felt that the child looked somewhat like an old friend, especially his jet-black hair and his stubborn, dark eyes, even his eyebrows were similar.

"You look somewhat like an old friend of mine..."

For some reason, perhaps thinking of the face of an old friend, Kadi's gaze drifted away, as if she were lost in some unknown memory.

Green remained silent. Perhaps, perhaps he was his and Guts' biological father. Unfortunately, it wasn't mentioned in the original work. What difference would it make? He was probably long dead, otherwise their biological mother wouldn't have ended up being hung from a tree by Judas.

"...Let's not talk about these things anymore. I have a task for you." Kadi pulled his wandering thoughts back, and his deep blue eyes regained their usual shrewd calculation.

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

It was late at night, and dawn was just an hour away.

The hissing fire on the stove wall was extinguished. Green took the kettle downstairs; it was time to get going.

With a few quick "whoosh" sounds, he put on the tattered cloak and hood, covered his face, and held the dagger at his waist.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he stepped out of the dark house and closed the wooden door. Cardi, as the overall commander of this mission, had already gone outside the city to deploy his men's actions; he was there to coordinate with Best. However, as a crucial part of the mission, Cardi granted Green permission to stay a little longer.

"squeak"

The leather boots crunched on the snow, but soon they reached a road that had been trampled flat. The guards on night watch were all dozing in their houses. Following the route that Cardi had given him, the person who was there to meet him successfully took Green out of the city.

The winter night wind was still biting, and all we could do was endure it, blending in with the refugees in the darkness.

The women outside the city continued to move around, huddling together in tents at the corner of the city to take turns resting, like a flock of penguins. Only they themselves knew who hadn't made it through the winter night.

In the damp and cold weather, there was almost nothing to start a fire, and the lack of shelter from the wind meant death.

However, there are always a few exceptions. In the dead of winter, some people actually managed to start a fire and cook something. Green was a little curious. Weren't they afraid of causing a commotion among the crowd? Driven by curiosity, Green cautiously approached to observe the situation.

"Hehehehehe..."

The eerie sounds carried from a great distance.

"...The boss is smart; he picked out a few good-looking women from that group."

"Yes, otherwise how would we have firewood to burn on such a cold day? It's so warm."

"Tch, of course."

"That damned woman actually dared to hide half a loaf of bread on her person and refused to hand it over. She deserves to be eaten!"

"Hehehe, this baby looks delicious. Baby bones are so crunchy to gnaw on, you don't even need to spit out a few bones..." The man said, and even licked his lips pervertedly, with a lot of saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, hehehe..."

The other man next to him had the same expression, his eyes filled with madness, as if it were the rarest delicacy in the world.

Few refugees dared to stay around them for fear of being captured and forced to eat meat. They were quite famous among the refugee community.

However, one can commit all sorts of evil deeds among a flock of lambs without any punishment. On the contrary, after currying favor with those above, any trouble will be suppressed. Bullying those who were originally as lowly as oneself will only make them live more comfortably than others, and they will become even more outrageous, attracting more people to join them.

Seeing the scene before him, Green's pupils shrank sharply. These people were capable of anything!

The woman lying in the pool of blood looked very familiar; her missing limbs and a tattered cloth wrapped around an infant were still in her hands.

This is...this is the woman I gave half a loaf of bread to yesterday!

Shock, disgust, remorse, and nausea overwhelmed him. Green covered his mouth tightly to stifle a vomiting sound. He hadn't felt this nauseous in a long time since killing someone for the first time. His stomach churned, and he swallowed hard, sweating profusely despite the cold winter night. It was utterly disgusting to have these people alive!

A murderous glint flashed in Green's eyes. These people couldn't be allowed to live! Recalling the woman's pleading for her child, how difficult it was to live! Why did they have to endure such inhumane treatment!

He took out a light crossbow from his spatial storage, and held several sharp throwing knives he had seized from Pande in his hand. There were about ten people in this group, and their clothes were not much better than those of the ragged refugees. They wore several layers on their bodies, which was very clumsy. Ordinary throwing knives would hardly cause effective damage unless they hit the neck. Observing the surrounding terrain, Green cleared the snow off the eaves where he might need to use it. The sky turned a lighter blue than the night sky. He needed to deal with these scum as soon as possible.