Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 315 Searching for someone

"The recent uproar in the city was orchestrated by your father. He surpassed me even in his youth, cough cough..." Hillidmon suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, but he had so much more to say at the end.

“…Professor Hildemon, you should get some rest.” Griffiths helped Hildemon sit up and patted his back to help him catch his breath.

After Hildemon caught his breath, he slowly said, "...I'm ashamed that at a time like this, you still have to take care of this old man who's about to step into his coffin."

Griffith smiled and said, "Grandpa Hillidmon, you have always taken care of me and taught me. It is only right that I take care of you."

Hillidmon looked at him with loving eyes. "Young master, your father was an ambitious man, but he was blinded by hatred."

"...His path to revenge was far too tragic; you must not repeat his mistakes."

Griffith nodded earnestly, "I will realize my dreams in my own way, and I will not be swayed by hatred."

“Then I’m relieved, young master.” Hillidmon forced himself to stand up, walked to the study, opened a hidden compartment, and handed a key and a wooden box to Griffith.

"...This is?"

"These are the property deeds and land deeds for this house, as well as a meager 20 gold coins. If you still harbor that dream after we old folks have passed away, sell these as a wager. This is the only thing I can do for you, young master."

Griffiths took the key and the wooden box, which were extremely important to him at the moment. The light wooden box felt incredibly heavy, and his eyes reddened slightly.

...This is an old man's life savings.

“Grandpa Hillidmon, you have done more than enough for me.”

Hildemon waved his hand. "This is something I do willingly, hoping only that you can realize your dream."

...For my dream?

"...Consider it fuel for your dreams."

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

Meanwhile, after packing up his stall, Green returned to the tavern and sneaked into the place where he had found Kadi the day before. Strangely, Kadi wasn't there.

Green's light body circled the sewers for a long time, but found nothing except some scraps of cloth he had left there.

Forget it, I'll go to the brothel tonight. I didn't even go inside to look for that child last night.

Green quickly changed his clothes and, taking advantage of the patrolling soldiers having just gone far away, disappeared into the night using the grappling hook on his multi-functional arm armor.

Despite the tense atmosphere outside, the brothel was still bustling with customers, just like yesterday. Due to the curfew, many people chose to stay there instead.

Sigh, I wonder where the landlady went.

It was still time for the guests to drink, a ridiculous revelry where clothes were superfluous and an eyesore at the slightest glance.

...Won't children raised in this environment develop any health problems?

Despite the rather cringeworthy scene, Green had no choice but to lie on the rooftop searching for the silver-haired proprietress. What was her name again? Green felt he had almost forgotten; it should be Karina.

Green lay prone on the roof of the brothel for a long time when he suddenly heard the sound of porcelain shattering coming from the private room downstairs.

He looked in the direction of the sound and, through the half-open window, saw Karina being pinned down on a couch by three drunken soldiers. Her silver hair was disheveled, and there were purplish-blue scratches on her neck. The landlady's usually radiant makeup was now ruined, and her nails were digging deep into the soldiers' hands, only to be met with even more brutal subjugation.

"You got away last time..." The leading soldier grinned maliciously as he tore open her clothes, "Today, I'm going to..."

"Let go of me, you bastards! I told you I'm not taking any customers lately!!" Karina was held down by three burly men, and no matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail. One of the men, dressed as a mercenary, was even pouring alcohol into her mouth.

Green took a closer look and, good heavens, it was truly a case of enemies meeting with intense hatred. Weren't these three the unemployed mercenaries who had caused trouble that afternoon?

This... Cardi is really pathetic, he's not even here when his lover is being forced.

Green couldn't stand it any longer. He hadn't come here to watch the show. Under the cover of darkness, the grappling hook on his multi-functional arm armor instantly popped out.

Hanging upside down from the roof like a ghost, the three glass marbles loaded in the arm armor hit the back of the three men's necks with precision with a "bang, bang, bang".

[Damaged 83 points, the lewd mercenary was stunned.]

[Damaged 76 points, the evil mercenary was stunned.]

[Dealing 91 points of damage to the opponent, that wretched mercenary has been stunned.]

[Battle won, 900 experience points gained.]

Hearing the system notification, Green jumped down from the roof and reloaded his multi-functional arm armor. This was a little toy he and Fetnas had been researching; if it could be loaded with gunpowder and fitted with metal pellets, it could definitely kill someone.

Having experienced the Apostles before, and knowing that the Mithril Marbles could inflict true damage on things from the Abyss, Green thought about researching some devices that could fire in rapid succession, since it was indeed difficult to kill a monster with a single shot.

"Are you alright, ma'am?"

Karina scrambled to straighten her disheveled clothes, her hair a mess, stained with wine and broken porcelain. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with wariness and suspicion.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, biting her lip lightly: "Mind your own business? Which scoundrel in this city isn't vindictive? Aren't you afraid they'll come after you later?"

“These three often prey on the villagers and don’t belong to any mercenary group. Anyway, they’re not in their right mind right now, so even if we chop them up into mincemeat, no one will know.”

Upon hearing this, Karina's eyes flashed with surprise, then she sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless at such a young age."

Green noticed that her hands, hidden in her sleeves, were trembling slightly, yet she maintained a composed and sharp edge. She was truly a rose with thorns, and with her stunning figure and appearance, it was no wonder she had always been so popular.

However, he didn't come specifically to find her. He took off his hood, revealing a young face: "I didn't come here to meddle either. I want to know where your daughter is right now."

Karina's smile froze instantly, her pupils beneath her silver-gray eyelashes contracted sharply, and her fingertips turned white from the excessive force.

She suddenly let out a shrill laugh, as if she was laughing so hard she almost cried, but she quickly concealed the turbulent emotions in her eyes as she bent down to straighten her clothes: "Daughter? I, Karina, have always sold only flesh, not feelings. What little brat did you come from?"

“...But.” Green began to speak, but was interrupted by Karina.

"If you want to do business, go ahead. If not, I'll have to see you out." Karina got up to shoo Green away; she didn't have time to play with a child.

Green stared at Karina's tense jawline. Was she nervous? Before Karina could push him away, she pulled five silver coins from her pocket.

"...Can we talk now?"