A few days have passed since the previous tragedy, which was characterized as a fight between gangs and ended.
Ancient One is still busy in this world, only occasionally coming to bring Bulcasso some famous wines from around the world, and then stopping for a while.
As for the boy.
"Jill, you are still far from forging right now!"
Bulcasso looked at Gil, who was struggling to lift the hammer, and happily poured the wine bottle in his hand into his mouth, feeling the feeling of the wine flowing through his throat.
"Uncle! When can you teach me to become stronger!"
Gil laboriously placed the hammer next to the iron felt, and looked at Bulcasso with his hands on his hips. A pair of blue eyes showed the light of hope.
"Before you become a warrior, you must go to school first!"
Bulcasso placed the empty bottle on the table, making a crisp sound.
This kid is extraordinarily sensitive. Whenever Bulcasso wants to go out to clean up those gangsters at that time, this kid will always appear at the door.
Bulcaisel suspected that his room had been set by some kind of spell by Ancient One, and he would tell the boy whenever he planned to go out.
Although Bulkesso can sense the existence of energy, he really has no good way to deal with those hidden spells.
Even when the barbarian clan was at its most prosperous, countless barbarian warriors fell under the very conspicuous spells of the demons.
No one can require barbarians to be sensitive to magic. This group is born to be reckless.
"Why should I go to school? I want to become as powerful as you, or even more powerful than you!"
Gil's heroic words made Bulcasso laugh heartily. The huge sound made the simple house shake, and even the fine dust began to scatter.
"I like your direct temperament! But barbarians are not brainless!"
Bulcasso looked at Gill in front of him, his expression becoming serious.
"Let me tell you, you may never feel the feeling of facing killing every time you open your eyes, and you may not be able to survive in this world easily with strong strength like me!"
Gil was a little uncomfortable with Bulcasso's seriousness. During the past few days of getting along with him, he had already figured out Bulcasso's character.
After all, barbarians are really easy to understand.
"You have to live in this world. If you don't want to hang out on the streets like those bastards who died a hundred times, then your best way is to study hard!"
Bulkiso has not yet decided whether to let this boy accept the trial of the barbarians, but no matter what Bulkiso chooses in the end, it will be a long time ago.
After all, even if children who grow up in the shelter want to become warriors, they have to wait until they are around sixteen years old to receive those trainings.
Jill, who is only eleven years old now, is still far from it.
"Listen kid! If you still want to be a warrior when you are sixteen, I will consider training you. Before that, you must study hard, at least get admitted to that creeper alliance school.
Did you hear it!"
Bulcaisel spoke to the child very seriously, earning a blank look from Gil.
"That's called the Ivy League, and I'm afraid I'll be almost twenty years old by the time I get into those schools!"
Bulcaisel's memory as an Earthling has obviously passed away. He still remembers some common sense things, such as spending money to buy things, but he has long lost the impression of those fragmentary things.
Even things like firearms were something he only remembered after seeing them.
"Then let's go clean up now, and then we'll go eat!"
Bulqueso didn't feel embarrassed at all. After all, what's so embarrassing about this kind of thing?
Could it be more embarrassing than the "intimate" contact between Karasim's monk and Alanya's spider queen with a blast of wind?
It has to be said that after Gil lived here, Bulcaisel became a lot more cheerful, and a lot of fun was added to his life. Even the work of forging weapons has slowed down.
Also, after this child came, the blacksmith shop became much cleaner.
At least there will be no such thing as spreading a piece of charcoal ash on the ground and it will be considered clean.
And Bulqueso finally got used to going back to bed.
"What should we eat? Or should we eat pizza from the store we usually go to?"
Gil's words were filled with disgust. After all, as a new comer, Bulcasso, how does he know what delicious food there is?
The reason why he discovered this pizza shop was when he took Jill on the street to buy daily necessities.
"No, this time I plan to let you have a taste of my craftsmanship!"
Bulcaisuo touched his beard, feeling a little excited.
As a soldier, the most common food he eats is the kind of black bread that can be used to smash nails. After all, it is very strong and will not break.
Even the rats in the shelter will not be willing to eat this food, so just spreading it all over the floor in a storage room can ensure food problems for a long time.
Isn’t it perfect to think this way?
But barbarians also have their own special delicacies, but after setting foot on the battlefield, they have no time to tinker with these things.
"What is it? Is it black bread that can kill people?"
Ever since he dined with Bulcasso for the first time, Gil had become suspicious of Bulcasso's tongue.
He even thought that Bulcasio's willingness to like strong drinks was because his dull tongue could only feel the burning sensation caused by strong drinks.
Jill said with a hint of disgust.
"No, it's meat! I'll make you a barbecue, barbarian style! You know, we only make this kind of food when we sacrifice our ancestors once a year!"
Bulkesso said loudly.
At this time, outside the door of the blacksmith shop, Master Gu Yi smiled when he heard Bulcasso's cheerful laughter.
She placed a square box outside the house and left again.
She is still busy around the world every day, just like just now, she just repaired Mephisto severely on the territory of Serbia.
Next she was going to have a heart-to-heart talk with Dormammu.
Bulcaisel felt the arrival of Ancient One, and also understood why Ancient One left.
But how can he prevent a warrior from setting foot on the battlefield? Unfortunately, this world is no longer his battlefield.
"I said, are all savages the same as you?"
Gil looked at Bulcasso and initiated an invitation to listen to the story.
"Of course not. Are all your classmates in school the same as you?"
Bulcaisel looked at Gil and showed an expression of contempt just right.
Perhaps entertaining children is his favorite entertainment activity these days.
"Every one of those guys has a character, such as that outrageous guy who is cautious in everything.
Before every battle, he has to bring six or seven weapons and three sets of armor. Since the weapons may be damaged, snatched by the enemy, or even lost, one set of armor must be worn, a spare set must be carried, and a spare set must be carried.
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To me, what kind of warrior is a weapon that can be taken away or lost by the enemy? But he has some truth in the aspect of damage."
Speaking of this, Bulkesso couldn't help but think of his pair of broken swords.
The pair of swords had been with Bulcaisuo for many years, and no demon had ever been able to leave traces on the weapons, so he never thought about the damage to the weapons.
If the explosion of the Dark Soul Stone had not sent him to this world, how could he have fought Malthael with a pair of broken swords?
When he thought of this, Bulkessouxin picked up a bottle of beer, opened the lid of the can and poured it into his mouth.
This kind of cheap beer is more like mouthwash to Bulquesso, but it is good to have a bit of alcoholic taste.
"Are you really not going to your father?"
Bulcasso looked at Gill in front of him with some hesitation.
This chapter has been completed!