Chapter 6 Berlin


    The closest town to Bayek was called Dude, a relatively bustling settlement with nearly complete facilities—schools, town halls, police stations, factories, and more.


    Various carriages and people dressed in clothing that clearly indicated their social status weaved through the streets. The Gothic architecture on both sides made Glen, who was walking here, feel slightly disoriented.


    Compared to Bayek Village, this place felt like a different world.


    Although he had seen all this through the original host''s memories, experiencing it firsthand was a completely different feeling.


    There seem to be more people than usual today? Did something happen? Glen, who quickly adjusted, noticed the difference, but he wasn''t too surprised—there had been a few such instances in the memories.


    Usually, it was because a circus had come to town or a festival was being held. Glen wasn''t interested in such things.


    He bought a little produce from several vegetable stalls, leaving only two copper coins in his pocket.


    I need to figure out how to make money... Holding large and small packages in his arms, Glen walked back lightly along the path he came from.


    Suddenly, he reached out to the side and steadied a teenager who was about to fall.


    "Thank you, sir," the boy said sincerely.


    Glen nodded slightly.


    Just then, another teenager''s voice came from beside them: "Meier, you really don''t need to be in such a hurry. Berlin is right there—you''ll see him sooner or later."


    Glen turned his head to see five young people approaching with smiles: three boys and two girls. The one who had spoken was a taller teenager.


    "He''s a grand knight who once defeated a third-level vampire! I''ve only heard about him from our teacher. Aren''t you guys eager to meet him?"


    Meier glanced shyly at one of the blonde girls in the group and explained.


    "You should still be careful. It would be bad if you got hurt..."


    The six quickly walked away, their voices fading into the crowd.


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    Glen recognized these people—or rather, Dylan recognized them, though they didn''t know Dylan. They would occasionally cross paths when he came to this town.


    The reason he noticed them was because the two girls in the group were very pretty, leaving a deep impression on the original host.


    Back when his father was still alive and the family was wealthy, he would have definitely tried to pursue them.


    But the original host had long lost his former pride, replaced by deep-seated inferiority.


    Grand Knight Berlin? Is the town so lively today because of him? The original host had no impression of this guy. Oh well, none of my business... Clutching the items in his arms tighter, Glen continued walking.


    ...


    Clad in shimmering silver armor and a red cloak embroidered with golden patterns, his face majestic and composed, exuding a thick aura of gravitas.


    This was how Meier first felt seeing Berlin. Though slightly different from his imagination, it wasn''t far off.


    Berlin rode alone on a silver-armored white horse, flanked by two columns of neatly aligned knight soldiers.


    The two leading soldiers held high flags emblazoned with the kingdom''s emblem, fluttering in the wind.


    Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the townspeople and the admiring whispers of the girls, Berlin''s procession marched in unison toward the resting place arranged by the mayor.


    "Look, Diamela! That must be The Greatsword of RielseGreatsword the teacher mentioned—it''s so beautiful! And that one must be the White Lion Spear with exorcism power..."


    Meier excitedly grabbed the taller boy beside him, pointing to the greatsword on Berlin''s back and the twin guns at his waist.


    "No need to tell us. Our teacher didn''t just share Berlin''s legends with you—we practically grew up hearing his stories. Finally seeing him in person today, he really does look incredibly powerful!"


    Diamela was also slightly excited. For teenagers their age, heroes like this held immense appeal.


    "I want to become someone like Berlin someday!"


    The slightly chubby red-haired boy declared.


    "First, think about how to pass the teacher''s exam in a few days, Pock,"


    chided the pretty blonde girl with a wide-brimmed soft hat, her features sharp and striking.


    The group burst into laughter.


    "Pernas, stop bringing that up—you''re ruining my good mood..." the red-haired boy said, scratching his head.


    The laughter grew louder.


    "Alright, stop teasing Pock. He''s already trying hard,"


    the other girl, with tea-colored hair and equally cute features, interjected, stopping the group.


    The teenagers promptly stopped their teasing. Pock thanked the tea-haired girl gratefully: "Thanks, Layla."


    The girl smiled and said, "Prepare well—you''ll pass the teacher''s exam."


    ...


    At the Knight Inn in Dude Town, Berlin''s entire procession came to a halt. Enthusiastic townspeople were held back by police officers to prevent disturbing the knights'' rest.


    The mayor, a white-haired and white-bearded man in decent attire, smiled and approached Berlin as he dismounted.


    "Honorable Sir Berlin, we''ve prepared your rooms. This way, please."


    Berlin nodded: "No need to go to too much trouble. We''ll only be staying a few days, checking for traces of those two wanted werewolves. There are more important matters above."


    The mayor''s face paled, showing a hint of fear: "Sir Berlin, could those werewolves appear here? Please ensure the townspeople''s safety, sir."


    "Have no fear, Mayor. Those two are merely low-level werewolves with thin bloodlines, posing limited danger. Even if we don''t find them, a few police officers with guns would suffice to deal with them."


    Berlin''s steady voice inspired great confidence.


    Only then did the mayor''s expression improve.


    ...


    Walking back to Bayek Village, Glen thought about dinner while keeping an eye on his surroundings.


    As the road grew more secluded and fewer passersby were seen, a strange figure appeared in the distance.


    Glen slowed down, his eyes fixed on the figure.


    Could it be another monster? ... Glen remained calm, approaching slowly.


    As the figure came into focus, Glen gradually recognized it and smelled a familiar scent.


    It was a man wearing gray-black linen clothes and a strange headscarf, with dark skin, deep under-eye circles, and an expressionless face, giving the impression of someone who never smiled.


    The familiar scent Glen detected was that of Bayek Village, suggesting this man was also a resident, though the original host had never met him.


    The man was standing sideways to Glen, carrying a package in his left hand—indicating he too had been shopping. At his feet, partially hidden in the weeds, was another figure that Glen could only see clearly upon approaching.


    "Sir, are you also a resident of Bayek?" Glen ventured.


    The man turned his head, glanced at Glen, and nodded expressionlessly.


    A man of few words... Glen paused briefly, glanced at the motionless figure on the ground, and asked in a low voice: "Did you kill him?"


    The man shook his head.


    Then what''s going on here? Glen wondered.