Berserk: The Prophet

Kadi frowned. What kind of look was this kid giving him? He didn't understand, but he was very annoyed that someone under his command dared to defy him.

Upon seeing this, Best immediately went up and pressed Green's head into the snow, tearing off Green's robe and shirt.

"What are you doing?! Ugh... you bastard!!"

Despite Green's desperate attempts to adjust his stance, his childlike hands were no match for an adult man. Whether it was the arm span or the size of his fists and palms, even with the strength of a bull, he couldn't exert any power and was shoved hard into the snow, getting a mouthful of slush.

The feeling of powerlessness is a deep sense of powerlessness that belongs to children, an absolute physical oppression, and a complete inability to resist.

"Kneel down properly, you brat!!"

Best scolded Green, grabbed Green's head and made him kneel down obediently. What was wrong with this kid? Letting Cardi beat him up now would be the end of it, but who knows what might happen if he angered Cardi later.

Green knelt resentfully in the snow, his hands gripping the ground tightly; he'd rather die than be beaten. Just as Green was thinking this, Cady's whip landed on his back.

"Snap!" "Whoosh!"

The pain made Green grit his teeth, clutching the mixture of snow and mud in his hands. The cold seemed insufficient to alleviate the pain, which was several times worse than being whipped during training. Cardi had really gone all out today; this time, his skin was truly torn open, much more serious than being locked in the dark room before.

It hurt so much. Even my body, which is used to pain, could hardly adapt to this kind of pain. Every pore on my body was sweating profusely, and my mind, accompanied by the cold wind of the cold night, was unusually clear as I experienced this excruciating pain.

The blood froze instantly into ice crystals due to the cold weather, a sensation that was extremely sharp. The cold also caused his limbs to gradually stiffen and become numb; he trembled all over, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the pain or the cold. This vigilante justice only ended when Cardi calmed down.

“I said from the beginning, it’s either die or follow me. I don’t need a disobedient guy.”

"Now you know how I do things. If it happens again, I'll kill you, understand?"

Kadi wiped the blood-stained silver whip clean and coiled it around his waist again. He grabbed Green's head, which was somewhat delirious from pain and cold, and warned him that he was absolutely capable of doing it.

"...I understand."

The bone-chilling cold and the pain of his skin tearing apart made Green's lips tremble, and even gritting his teeth in response became so difficult.

Kadi casually pressed Green's head aside, got up, and left. Best glanced at Green on the ground and silently followed Kadi away. Only Green remained, shivering in the snow, clutching his clothes tightly to ward off the chill. He staggered back to his lodgings, relieved that he hadn't been broken.

Back in the dormitory, because he was wearing thick clothes, the cold winter wind always carried away the smell of blood. In addition, the dormitory smelled terrible, so no one would notice the blood on Green.

Unless you get down on him and smell him, yes, I'm talking about Bazzo. As usual, he put his arm around Green's shoulder and almost sent him away on the spot. However, Bazzo didn't ask any questions. He just felt sorry for his boss having to be tortured by that pervert Cardi so late at night.

Green was in so much pain that all he wanted to do was lie on the bed and contemplate life; it seems he'll have to sleep on his stomach for the next couple of days.

.........

[Pande World Synchronization in progress... Link complete.]

Time flies, and we've arrived in Pence. We've been traveling for almost half a month, stopping and starting along the way. It's winter, which is why we've been so slow.

Along the way, they only killed a few waves of assassins and captured a few alive when they first left Tulai Port, but their tongues were cut out and they were sold to slave traders. The other assassins were led away by the wrong clues left by the mysterious man.

The team now consists of only Ali, the hired warrior Wolf, the four-man group of Vanscaree, Connelton who has been promoted to priest, and the mysterious man.

Almost everyone except the mysterious man had old wounds that had not yet healed. They felt hungry and cold as soon as they were teleported here. Finally, they arrived at Pence, a northern city belonging to the Barkley Empire.

In the northern city of Pence, a towering dragon statue, nearly twenty meters tall, sits atop the governor's castle, majestically overlooking the entire northern city. Every night, the statue seems to be bathed in moonlight, as if protected by the goddess of justice, Astalia. Pence is thus famous throughout the world. Legend has it that this dragon was once Astalia's mount and companion, and like the city itself, it is named Pence, the Dragon of Justice. It is said that when the boundaries of justice are once again blurred by the ignorant masses, a paladin with the soul of justice will descend to earth with the power of Pence, the Dragon of Justice, to redefine and correct justice under the guidance of Astalia.

From any point in Pence, the statue stands out prominently, sacred and inviolable.

"From this day forward, your name in Barkley will be Ryan," the mysterious man said slowly from horseback, leading the group across the cobblestone streets.

"Well, how should I address you?"

"...Seranti".

“Yes, Mr. Seranti.”

The procession moved on and soon arrived at the governor's mansion in the city. Seranti tossed the badge in his arms to the guards, and the two guards, whose chests were emblazoned with the emblem of the holy white dragon, immediately perked up and began to scrutinize Seranti again.

"I want to take this child to see your governor."

"No problem, please come in, sir!"

Two guards ushered the two inside. Seranti and Green dismounted and entered the castle under the guards' guidance, while the others were led to their lodgings by servants, who also helped feed the horses.

The castle was spacious inside. On the first floor was the reception area for the Holy Dragon Knights. Several knights in heavy armor were sizing up two strangers who were walking towards them. Clearly, there were skilled knights like Seranti among the Holy Dragon Knights. Their eyes were fixed on Seranti. They had not sensed a similar aura in Barkley. At least they were certain that they had not seen a knight of Seranti's style in Barkley. No, perhaps that was not a style that a knight should have, because the aura was not tough enough. It was the kind of unique style that only lone wolves would have.

After fully sensing that aura, Wilder, the vice-commander of the Holy Dragon Knights, curled his lip in disdain. So what if he's powerful? He's just a low-ranking commoner, at most he can be called a very skilled ranger.