Berserk: The Prophet

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He quickly changed into another tattered cloak from his spatial storage. It was a pilgrim's outfit, and to be honest, it looked much better than what the refugees were wearing. However, there were still quite a few refugees with thick clothes to wear, either because they already had them or because they had taken extra clothes from the dead. It was just a matter of how many patches they had.

I heard that starting today, Lord Laban and Yuris will be distributing porridge in the refugee area of ​​the city. After the porridge distribution this morning, the temporary tents in the city will also be moved outside the city, otherwise they will be too much of a hindrance if a war breaks out. Of course, if the Judas attack in the dead of winter and they haven't had time to escape, there's nothing they can do but leave it to fate.

Early in the morning, the refugees lined up one after another on the street, occupying good spots in front of the soup kitchen and forming long queues. Green also managed to blend in. It was just dawn, and those queuing were mostly women wearing thicker clothes and carrying children. Some refugees were still gossiping about the few arrogant thugs who used to be at the front of the line, but it was normal for those thugs to get up a little later.

Green searched for Best and the others in the crowd. Best quickly spotted Green and waved for him to come over.

"Where have you been running off to, child? It's so chaotic outside, I'm really worried about you," Best said in a relatively gentle tone, like a loving elder concerned about their child at home.

"..."

Green walked over and squatted down next to him, acting quite convincingly. If he hadn't lived an extra lifetime, he would have really thought it was for his own good.

Best's keen sense of smell detected a hint of blood, and he glared at Green with hostility. As the man following behind Cardi, his abilities were beyond question.

"...What have you been doing again? I can smell it."

"You have a really good nose." Green wasn't going to answer him.

"Remember to take a shower when you get back. Whatever you did, it's best not to let it affect today's mission, or you know the consequences."

Best said this only because Green had unexpectedly saved the prince last time. If there were any special circumstances, he would still have to report to Cady. If the mess Green made wasn't a big deal, he wouldn't mind cleaning up Green's mess.

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As dawn broke, it was already morning.

As the castle gates slowly opened, guards stood on either side, with Lord Laban at the head and Yuris and Lord Burkan, the lord of Orsai, on either side.

After much discussion, the final decision was that driving the refugees out of the city was the safest course of action. Given the recent frequent unrest, it was unacceptable to compromise the safety of the city's residents just to pity them, since the lord's main tax revenue depended on the inhabitants of the surrounding fortresses.

Today, in order to appease the anxious emotions of the refugees, the nobles condescended to follow Laban and others to the city to distribute porridge, and at the same time, to gain a good reputation among the noble circles of Midland.

"Lord Laban..." "My Lord..."

"Merciful nobles, please give us more porridge..." The surrounding refugees thronged around them, their blank and empty eyes filled with an extreme thirst for life.

"Get out of the way! If you get the adults' hands dirty, I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Move aside! Line up properly, do you still want porridge?!" The guards drove the refugees away. Looking at the gleaming swords and spears, although they wanted to rush up and beg for more food, they still shrank back, enduring their rumbling stomachs and tightening their clothes to form an orderly queue.

"What? I was the one who just lined up here! Get out of here!!" "It was definitely me!!"

Because of the recent riot, some people's lines had become chaotic, making it difficult to get back on track. Even those who were still standing were unwilling to give way to each other and soon started fighting.

"Damn it, do you want to make a fool of yourselves in front of the men?"

Soon, in order to prevent the refugees from being embarrassed, the guards rushed up and grabbed people without any regard for the situation, beating them with sticks. In order to quickly quell the chaotic crowd, many guards resorted to dirty tricks, hitting people directly on the back of the head.

At such times, the places where the nobles cannot see will only be darker than before, and this is simply to avoid offending the nobles' eyes.

After witnessing the guards' methods, the crowd quickly calmed down and stopped causing trouble. They lined up obediently, knowing that since the nobles had stepped in, they were sure to have something to eat and wouldn't risk their lives over such a trivial matter.

Of course, there are also those who secretly sabotage others by pushing them aside so that they get beaten to death by the guards, while secretly laughing twistedly to themselves, "See? This is what happens when you try to take my spot."

"As you all probably already know, the tents outside the city have been set up. After the porridge is distributed today, everyone will be moving outside the city. Please be patient and line up in an orderly manner to receive your porridge."

Seeing that the commotion had subsided, Laban gave the order and took the lead in entering the soup kitchen to personally serve porridge to the crowd. Burkan and Yuris assisted Laban on either side, while a dozen white dragon knights, a dozen acro knights, and twenty or thirty guards stood around them. Other nobles also entered the soup kitchen to personally serve porridge, and dozens of private guards watched over the soup kitchen.

In reality, most of these nobles would only do it for a short while before having their servants do it for them. They wouldn't stoop to doing such hard work for a long time; a token effort would suffice.

The crowd then orderly cheered in unison for the generosity of Lord Laban and the nobles, queuing up in front of the soup kitchen with bowls and basins in hand, looking on with anticipation, like a group of devout believers waiting for the nobles' blessings.

Of course, this was only what the nobles saw, and they thought they were governing so well under their shrewd policies, and how grateful the refugees were. But what they couldn't see was the real bloodshed and darkness, and right under their feet were those unspeakable secrets.

Ironically, the nobles never look down at their feet, where a human drama interwoven with blood and death is unfolding, but they are blind to it.

The group of refugees moved forward little by little. Judging from the expressions of those who received the porridge, today's rye porridge was much thicker than usual, and it even had a few strands of meat floating on top, completely different from what Green had seen yesterday.

As the crowd moved, Green followed Best's steps. The crowd was very crowded, and they could easily be separated if they weren't careful. Best held Green's wrist tightly to prevent them from being separated. Green had a high probability of succeeding in this mission because children were inconspicuous and the easiest to catch.

Seeing the people around Best and his group exchanging glances, Green tightened the bandages wrapped around his face again and checked the dagger at his waist. Although it wasn't the first time he had done such a shady thing, his hands were still freezing cold due to the adrenaline rush. Despite not having slept all night, he was still on high alert.

They absolutely cannot show their faces. Their mission is to assassinate the lord of Orse or Yuris. Looking at the soup kitchen getting closer and closer, I wonder why Laban isn't on Kadi's list. Maybe it's more interesting to watch their two countries fight if Laban is there.

Kadi will not directly participate in this operation, because he can continue to lie low if the mission fails. Besides, Kadi does not think this operation is worth his personal involvement.