Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 150 Secret

The little dragon tilted its head, blinked its golden eyes, climbed back onto Green's collar, licked its lips, and peeked out curiously with only its head sticking out.

Green was also a little surprised, as it was the first time he had seen it come out to eat on its own initiative. In any case, he always felt that this little life must be something that could change his destiny.

He gently stroked the little dragon's head, feeling an unprecedented intimacy and connection, as if it were an integral part of him. After the little dragon devoured the gold, the strange hunger subsided considerably.

"It...it seems to really like gold." Green's voice carried a bitter smile. He had originally planned to use the gold to improve his companions' lives, but now, it had all been devoured by the little dragon.

A glint flashed in Aikasa's eyes. As if she had thought of something, she took out a small piece of pure gold from her other pocket and handed it to the little dragon.

"Let's see if it will eat this," Akasha said with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

The little dragon's eyes were immediately drawn to the gold. It quickly jumped from Green's hand to Ikasha's and swallowed the gold in one gulp.

"It seems it's really only interested in gold." A smile appeared on Aikasa's face. She seemed curious about the little dragon's habits and gently stroked its head. After being fed, the little dragon whimpered and let Aikasa pet it.

The sensation of Xiaolong being stroked seemed to be transmitted to Green as well, making his scalp itch.

"Does it have a name?" Akasha asked.

"His name seems to be Bailey Garth? How about we call him Bailey?"

"Aww~" The little dragon seemed to understand Green's words. It spun around happily in Green's hand, as if expressing its joy.

"...Then I'll call you Pelé."

The others watched in amazement as the little dragon jumped back and forth on their palms. Seemingly sensing that no one meant him any harm, Bailey fluttered around on everyone's palms like a child.

"...This is a secret between us."

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

Barclay's border is a desolate yet tense land. Here, the shadow of war hangs like a heavy curtain over every inch of the land. The scouts of the Serpent Cult patrol the border like ghosts.

Since the last conflict, Barkley's allied forces and the Serpent Cult's legions have clashed several times. Although Barkley's army was outnumbered, they successfully repelled the Serpent Cult's vanguard thanks to their tenacity and excellent tactics.

However, the true power of the Serpent Cult—the Giant Python and the Viper Heavy Knights—never showed up, and the two sides remained evenly matched.

At the Barkley Renazert family's camp, the banners of the Kingdom's Guardians fluttered in the wind, displaying the family's glory and power.

Isol, the young heir of the Renazelt family, was sitting at an oak table, toying with a mithril marble about two centimeters in diameter.

"...In other words, Grand Duke Casarian has already developed more lethal and efficient equipment through that alchemist's laboratory." Isole held a mithril marble about two centimeters in diameter in his hand, playing with it carefully.

Standing before him was Vilian, the vice-commander of the Silver Knights. He was a burly man with a handsome face that exuded fortitude; he was a fierce general in Barkley's army.

Vilian nodded and replied, "That's right. And among the Pence army led by Trunks this time, there is a group of soldiers carrying iron pipes. They showed their prowess in the last battle and their power should not be underestimated. However, their reloading speed is still slightly lacking and is not as fast as the crossbowmen."

"...I see."

Isole's fingers gently traced the surface of the mithril marble, his eyes narrowing and a glint of shrewdness flashing within them. He had a nagging feeling that this new weapon might very well completely transform the face of war.

A determined glint flashed in Vilian's eyes. "What are your plans, Lord Isole?"

Isole turned around, his eyes also gleaming with determination. "We must strengthen our own equipment, and at the same time, we must intensify our intelligence gathering on the Serpent Cult. This war will be a long battle, and we must be fully prepared."

Vilian nodded; he knew Isole was right. He turned to leave, but stopped at the tent entrance. "Lord Isole, when do you think the Serpent Knights of the Serpent Cult will appear?"

Isole gave a wry smile. "I don't know either, but I believe that when they appear, it will be an unprecedentedly fierce battle."

The atmosphere inside the tent grew heavy. Both men knew they were about to face a tough battle. But they also knew that for Barkley's future peace, and to prevent their homeland from being affected, they had to fight to the end.

Only when Vilian's footsteps faded into the distance did a ruthless glint flash across Isole's eyes. The mithril pellets sizzled between Isole's fingers as if they had encountered some evil spirit.

He didn't care about any of that bullshit patriotism. All he cared about was eternal interests and the immortality and throne promised by Azdahaka. Only by living could he enjoy eternal rights. The rise and fall of a kingdom was but a fleeting moment. It was time for someone else to sit on Barkley's throne.

Now, it seems someone is threatening his plans, and he must take action.

“Hiss…”

.........

【Sword Wind】

After a good night's rest, Green felt like he had finally come back to life and was feeling refreshed for the day.

Baziso was still asleep when Green decided to go downstairs to eat by himself. Soon he saw a man who looked like Kusha chatting with Cardi.

Green ignored their conversation, sipping his rather bland soup while checking his personal attributes. The totem on his chest seemed to have grown slightly larger, making Green scratch it repeatedly.

Character: Green [Attendant]

Age: 7 years old

Level: 24 (Experience points required for the next stage)

Health: 65/65

Strength: 18+5 [Has obtained the Mark of Belial, Strength +5, Unlocked Abilities: Dragon Flame*2, Berserk*1. Passive: Unyielding.]

Agility: 13

Intelligence: 16 [Mental Strength 450/480]

Charisma: 12

Why did my four-dimensional attributes suddenly level up? But the year isn't over yet, could it be... because Pele ate all that gold?