Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 192 Backlash

What happened...?

Before Kadi could ask any questions, the pain in his chest intensified. He hurriedly got up from his desk, leaned against the stone wall, and coughed up another mouthful of blood. Blood vessels in his mouth and nose burst, and blood flowed all over the floor, staining it.

This is... a backlash?!

Kadi clutched his chest, enduring the pain and trying to calm himself. He wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of panic and confusion in his eyes.

"What on earth is going on? Is this the backlash from that demonic eye?" he muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and silently chanted a spell.

Instantly, a strong burning sensation spread throughout his body, his eyes were dry and painful, his vision in the demonic eye was blurred, and his only hearing was a series of indistinct ringing sounds.

Kadi decisively severed the link, covered his face in anguish, and knelt on the floor. For some unknown reason, his demonic eye was being burned like flames, and the thick smoke in his blurred vision seemed to explain this phenomenon.

Could it be... that Green's identity as a spy for Juda has been exposed by the people of "Dragon's Nest"?

That shouldn't be the case; everything was done so flawlessly...

Kadi endured the dizziness and vertigo that felt like the whole world was spinning. His eyes were bloodshot, and tinnitus filled his ears, but his mind was still working.

Whether those two kids are dead or alive, his plan must continue...

.........

Meanwhile, Green and Baziso, in the Dragon's Nest, were also deep in thought after the unexpected fire.

Bazzo looked at Green with concern and said, "Boss, this is really strange. Could it be related to that thing around your neck?"

Green cleaned himself up, frowned, and tried to recall the scene in his dream. "I don't know either, but I always feel that it's not that simple. It's like there's some kind of power surging in my body."

Because the fire was small, only a few children next door were woken up, but after being comforted by the two, they treated it as a minor accident and went back to sleep.

The two decided to keep the matter a secret for the time being to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

The demonic eye on his neck seemed to have moved slightly just now? "Hiss!" Green felt a tearing pain. Oh well, better to sleep now; he has to report to General Kirsten tomorrow.

For some reason, Green has been feeling sleepy lately.

.........

[Barkley-Pence]

When Green slowly awoke, he found himself in the world of Mount & Blade on the Fantasy Continent.

"Hmm?" Green was a little confused. Ever since Kadi unleashed the magic eye on him, he hadn't been able to open the space to get here.

Green stretched and yawned, seemingly forgetting the season, and went out in his pajamas. A gust of cold wind blew by, instantly waking him up, and he quickly ran back into the house.

"Ah, really..."

Pence City was still reeling from the devastation of the laboratory explosion. Old man Casarian locked himself in his room studying the remaining ashes and unburned gunpowder residue, while Trunks was busy with the capture operation.

It seemed like he hadn't moved around in a long time. Green put his clothes into his spatial storage and changed his clothes in the room in an instant.

Beside the big tree in the courtyard, there was a small figure with dark blue hair squatting down. It was Fetnas, and he seemed to be playing with the white cat named La Vegas.

Green tiptoed over.

"...La Vegas, when do you think Father and Brother will make up?"

“Maybe it will be soon…” Green said softly behind Fetnas.

Fettnas turned around in surprise. "Ryan! When did you get here?"

Green smiled and patted Fetnas on the head. "Just now. Don't worry too much, everything will be alright."

Fetnas nodded. "Yes, I believe you. But I still hope they can make up soon, just like before."

“Perhaps…” Fetnas hesitated, he didn’t really know Trunks very well, after all, Duke Casarian didn’t always allow them to associate with each other.

Green looked at Fetnas, and although he was only a nominal child of the Demiaris family, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

However, it's somewhat understandable how important family unity and happiness are to Fertness.

“Trunks lost his left arm in this battle. Perhaps after the turmoil in the lab subsides, we can do something to help him adjust his mood a bit,” Green said softly, though he hadn’t yet come up with a good idea.

Fetnas's eyes lit up; perhaps he really could do something for Trunks.

"I think I know what I should do for my brother Trunks!!"

Fetnas exclaimed excitedly, "I've learned a lot of amazing mechanical gadgets in the past six months, and I can make a wooden mechanical arm for my brother Trunks!!"

Green paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction: "That's a great idea, Fertnas, Trunks will love it."

Just then, old man Casarian was pushed out of the room in a wheelchair by a servant to get some fresh air. His face showed some fatigue and worry, but when he saw the happy looks on Green and Fetnas's faces, his expression relaxed a lot.

"What are the children talking about?" Casarian asked.

Fertennas couldn't wait to tell Casarian his idea, and Casarian nodded with a smile: "That's a very thoughtful idea, Trunks will definitely like it."

Listening to Fetna's idea, Casarian seemed to know what he should do for his son, and his cloudy eyes regained a glimmer of light.

However, Trunks was still busy outside, giving them ample time to prepare.

As night fell, Fetnaus began preparing for their plan, with Green assisting him.

Fettnas was carefully sketching blueprints on paper, while Green helped prepare tools and select suitable blocks of wood for sanding and polishing, as well as applying the paint often used on ships.

However, this was already quite a large undertaking for the two children. Many of the intricate gears had to be made at well-known blacksmith shops outside, so the price would naturally be higher. However, Green obviously wouldn't let Fetnas pay for it. There was very little he could do for Trunks. He had also amassed quite a lot of spoils in this war, so contributing a little money was just a small favor.

A few days later, the main body of the robotic arm was finally completed, but Fetnas was still not satisfied with its performance and made several improvements.

Duke Casarian also recalled Trunks, and together with the vice-general of the Holy Dragon Knights and Grin, they held a secret meeting in the lord's main chamber.

Because Fertness spent his days engrossed in his small workshop, and because Duke Casarian felt that Fertness was too young to participate in such political topics, he did not invite Fertness to join him.

Inside the meeting room, everyone's expressions were solemn.

After dismissing all irrelevant people, the Duke spoke with a serious expression: "There are already speculations about the destruction of the laboratory, although I don't want to admit it."

The Duke paused, "But it was indeed the work of a powerful family from the same kingdom of Barkley."

"Which family is so audacious?" A scholar who looked like an alchemist slammed his fist on the table in anger.

The Duke said coldly, "It's not certain yet, but we will definitely find out. This incident is not only a destruction of our laboratory, but also an obstacle to the technological development of the entire country. After all, almost all of Barkley's most talented alchemists have perished here."

"What did His Majesty say?" another person asked.

"His Majesty has ordered a full investigation into this matter, and we believe there will be results soon. Until then, we must take preventative measures to prevent similar incidents from happening again." The Duke looked around, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“However, if my guess is correct, I’m afraid this matter will have to be left unresolved.” Casarian stroked his beard.

"Why?" The old man, who usually only cared about academic research, asked without thinking. He had obviously escaped the disaster that night because he was not feeling well.