Berserk: The Prophet

Chapter 176 Grant Culture

"...Sigh, if I had known it was really time travel, I would have read the comic."

Green sighed to himself, but it was too late to say anything now. He could only take it one step at a time. Jiang Yue had told him that this was a dark world where people were considered worse than pigs and dogs, and there were demons and monsters like the Hand of God. In the end, the world merged with the illusion and was even kept as a captive by that hypocritical Eagle of Light.

Although Grimm is also a fan of medieval fantasy, he always felt that the world of Berserk was several degrees darker than the original Mount & Blade Medieval.

After all, this is a world where the will of something called "God" truly exists.

Just as Green was lost in his memories, Ellen had already cleaned the room and brought over a brand new set of clothes, which looked to be the style that Grant people were used to wearing.

Hmm...it's a bit like a modern jumpsuit, but the clothes made of coarse cloth are obviously not that fancy; they just have some dark blue and black mesh.

"This is clothing that Grant people often wear when it's cold. It's called a kilt. It's a bit thick and heavy, so it'll be a bit troublesome to wear. Let me take you to the bathing area first."

After giving Green a brief introduction, Eileen folded the thick coat into her arms and took Green upstairs.

They hadn't gone far when they felt the heat of the steam. Green followed Elaine into the bathroom, but the shackles on his hands and feet made it difficult for him to move.

Looking at the shackles, Green felt a surge of helplessness and resentment. In this unfamiliar world, he was constantly restricted, just like a prisoner.

Eileen seemed to notice Green's embarrassment and said softly, "I'll help you remove the shackles later. Take a good shower and relax."

Green glanced at Elaine gratefully, feeling a little warm inside. Elaine quickly took the key and helped Green unlock his shackles, the chains of which had left red marks on his wrists.

"...Do you need me to help you clean your body?" Ellen asked, since cleaning the body was a maid's job.

"Uh, no need, I can do it myself." Green's expression, which had been blank for a long time, finally softened a little. It was too...embarrassing to have a girl help him take a bath.

"Okay, just call me if you need anything, I'll be waiting outside." Eileen had clearly been a maid for a long time, as she skillfully placed several bath towels on the edge of the bathtub, neatly arranged the inner garments, and then left.

Green breathed a sigh of relief, took off his dirty cloak and trousers, stepped into the bathtub with just the right temperature, and submerged himself completely in the water. The warm water enveloped his body, allowing him to temporarily forget his troubles.

Having not taken a bath in a long time, Green quickly stirred up the water in the tub and scrubbed off a lot of the tub. Green could already imagine how frantic Eileen would be when she cleaned up the mess.

After taking a shower, Green put on the Kilt. The heavy clothes made him feel a little uncomfortable, but they also allowed him to experience the atmosphere of the Grant people's life.

Green walked out of the bathroom. Ellen was dozing off outside the door. As soon as Ellen heard the door open, she looked up and sized Green up and down. However, Green was obviously not dressed properly. It took Ellen a bit of tidying up for him to make him look presentable.

"It suits you quite well."

"Thank you," Green replied somewhat shyly, his hair still damp; it seemed to have grown a bit long.

He gently stroked the gilt on his body, feeling the texture of the coarse cloth. Although the clothes were not very fancy, they gave him a sense of belonging to this world.

It's very close to the living environment of the locals.

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

The next morning, Green was woken up by Elaine. Green stretched, opened his eyes, and felt that his strength had recovered a lot after a day of rest.

After getting up, he tidied his clothes, ate breakfast, and then went to Hohenheim's room and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in," a voice from inside the house said.

Green pushed open the door and entered the room, where Hohenheim was sitting at his desk, looking at a thick book.

“Today, we will begin to learn about the history and culture of the Grants.” Hohenheim pointed to several books on the table. “These are things you need to know.”

Green walked to the table, picked up a book, opened to the first page, and began to read it carefully.

“I will explain these things to you in the unique dialect of the Grants, and you will also learn their way of speaking from me. For example, in regions like Grants that are far from the royal court, they like to pronounce diphthongs as monophthongs.”

"Especially for men, their accents tend to sound much more weathered and mature than those from mainland China, with some intonations that shouldn't be raised in the usual way becoming more pronounced..."

Green nodded and repeated a few words after Hohenheim. His pronunciation was still a bit rusty, but it already had a certain flavor.

Hohenheim smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Very good. Next, we will learn some of the customs and etiquette of the Grants. Here, people of the same age greet each other with a handshake as a sign of friendliness and respect."

As he spoke, he stood up and demonstrated the handshake gesture.

Green observed carefully, and it was actually very much like two good buddies arm wrestling, with their right palms facing each other. Soon, Green tried to shake hands with Hohenheim.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it,” Hohenheim encouraged. “Also, in Grant culture, gift-giving is an important form of communication. You can prepare some small gifts to express your goodwill and gratitude, usually some food and daily necessities, fish and meat, and fruit.”

"Of course, if you are a skilled hunter, a complete bear or wolf pelt would be a very valuable gift."

Green nodded thoughtfully, making these key points a mental note.

He understood that to truly integrate into Grant society, he needed not only to learn their language but also to understand their culture and customs.

"In addition, the Grants have a unique way of welcoming guests. When guests visit, the host will prepare a sumptuous feast and fine wine to show their welcome. When dining, one should pay attention to etiquette and wait for the host to start eating first before beginning to eat." Hohenheim continued to teach Green about the cultural customs of the Grants.

Green listened with great interest, knowing that this knowledge would be crucial for him to integrate into the lives of the Grants.

"I will remember these."

“Very good. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me anytime.” Hohenheim patted Green on the shoulder, seemingly very satisfied with Green’s performance.

As the days went by, Green's understanding of the Grants deepened. He learned to communicate in their dialect, and his accent gradually became more weathered and steady. He often talked with Eileen, practicing the new language, and Eileen would patiently correct his pronunciation mistakes.

In short, Green diligently studied the history, culture, customs, and etiquette of the Grants.

Of course, there's also the legend in the Myth of Grant, where only the brave can reach the so-called "House of the Gods."