Gil found that since he started drinking milk on time every day, his height began to change rapidly.
From being the shortest in the class, he has grown to the middle level.
After daily exercise, his body is no longer as thin as before, and there are some signs of muscle.
Gil, who was getting off the school bus, saw the big lock hanging on the blacksmith's shop from a distance. He knew that Bulqueso was now driving the pickup truck he had coveted for a long time on the sacred mountain of Harrogas.
Outside the blacksmith shop, a tall woman was holding a bottle of vodka in her hand, sitting on the bench where Bulcasso often used to relax.
There were two plastic bags on the bench, one of which looked like a pizza.
Gil didn't know this woman, but he always felt that she looked familiar.
"Who are you?"
Gil walked to a place not far from the blacksmith shop and shouted to the woman.
He carefully kept his distance, ready to turn around and run away at any moment.
In the past few days, he has learned that there is a car of agents on the opposite side of the road, guarding their posts at all times. If there is any danger, he will follow Coulson's instructions and run in that direction.
"I'm Jessica Jones. Isn't the owner of the blacksmith shop here? I've been waiting for him for about two hours."
Jessica held up half a bottle of vodka and waved it towards Jill.
It's obvious that Jessica is a guy who moves faster than she thinks.
"He will be back soon..."
Before Gil could finish his words, Bulcaisel passed through the portal and appeared in the sight of the two of them.
"I'm XX, that XX's Madoc!"
Bulcaisel cursed and walked out of the portal, his words reaching the ears of several people present.
The agents in the car hurriedly wrote down Madoc's name. They didn't know why their superiors asked them to record everything they could, but there was nothing to think about. This was their job.
Bulcaisel immediately saw Gil looking at him with his big eyes, and he quickly swallowed back the curse words that followed.
"I was delayed a little bit today, Jill, please come in quickly."
Burcasso pulled the heavy lock open in front of Jessica, and then threw the lock to the ground aside.
The agents were not too shocked. Coulson had already asked Bulcasso about the lock, and he even tried to open the lock himself.
However, Coulson's arm was sore for a few days due to excessive exertion.
These agents took advantage of Bulcasso's departure to try it themselves. Now SHIELD has an extra bet, which is who can open the lock.
The prize pool has now accumulated more than 3,000 yuan.
As for Jessica, although she was very reckless, she was not stupid enough to break the door lock of her benefactor's house.
"Well, I'm here to pay the last payment."
Jessica hurriedly spoke out, she felt as if she had been ignored by Bulcasso.
"Ouch."
Bulcaisel responded like this, and then walked into the blacksmith shop without looking back. Although he did not forget about the reward, he did not pay much attention to it.
As long as Jessica keeps her promise, the barbarians will not be disgusted.
"Thanks."
Jessica followed Bulcasso in carrying the bag at hand.
When Gil saw Bulcasso coming back, he ran over. He didn't have to be as careful with strangers as before. After all, no one in this world could hurt Bulcasso in front of him.
"Jill, go wash your hands first. Lunch will be ready soon."
Burcasso went directly to the stove, lit the fire, and then turned around and took out milk and vegetable salad from the refrigerator.
He did the series of actions of adding milk to the pot and then heating it on the fire very smoothly. After all, this was the thing Bulqueso was most familiar with these days besides forging.
"Well, I brought food. I didn't thank you for that meal last time."
Jessica looked a little embarrassed. She originally thought that Bulcasso valued the money, but now it seemed that she had forgotten about her.
What Bulkesso values is not the reward, he values the promise. Now that Jessica Jones is here, the promise has not been fulfilled.
that's enough.
"Well, the oven is over there."
Bulqueso pointed in the direction of the oven, a thing he didn't use much.
Even if he buys salad and boiled milk every day, he doesn't need that thing.
Is it possible to put the brown bread in and heat it up?
That thing was incredibly hard, and heating it wouldn't change anything. On the contrary, it made it even harder to swallow.
Jessica Jones was completely defeated by Bulcasso. Isn't this place Bulcasso's home?
Why does he seem to be a guest and not care about anything?
Jessica heated up the food in a daze and put it on the wooden table. The aroma of pizza filled the air.
"Uncle, are you still driving in the mountains today?"
Gil was very concerned about that majestic pickup truck, and he wanted to sit on it and feel it.
"Yeah, it's just those old guys who are always making trouble."
Jessica looked at Bulcasso's white hair, her mind a little confused.
An old man said that other old men were always making noises, which surprised her.
This may be because Jessica's brain has been affected by the Purple Man and her reaction is slower, but this kind of thing is indeed a weird thing.
Jessica just wants to give the reward to Bulcasso and leave.
But her will was instantly defeated by the aroma of the just-boiled milk.
"Well, this is the reward I promised, you see..."
"Well, put it there."
Bulkesso's attitude remained the same.
"Uncle, when can you take me for a ride?"
Jill took the fork and poked at the salad on the plate, complaining a little.
"Well, wait until I write down that traffic rule."
Bulquesso didn't mean to be perfunctory, every word he said was serious.
"When will you be able to write it down? You haven't seen that thing these days."
Jill felt more and more aggrieved. During the time she spent with Bulcasso, Jill felt a sense of family affection.
During this period of getting along, Bulcasso got used to Jill's existence. Moreover, Bulcasso was tolerant of children, as long as the children looked like children.
Moderate coquettishness will make Bulcasso agree to something.
But Jill was sensible and never made any demands.
It's just that these days, he has been going back and forth between school and the blacksmith shop, which is really boring.
Especially after going to school, Bulcaisel would only take him to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas on weekends, and apart from the white snow on the Holy Mountain, there were the spirits of the ancestors who always kept their bodies hidden.
This is not a good play area for a child.
What else can you do in that kind of snow besides have a snowball fight?
Moreover, if an ordinary child is allowed to have a snowball fight in the mountains, who will he fight with? With those barbarian ancestors? As long as he is not afraid of a snowball bigger than the table burying him directly.
"Soon. I promise."
Bulqueso assured Gil in a serious tone.
"Um, has the milk been boiled?"
Now Jessica only felt a strong sense of hunger coming from her body, and she just wanted to eat.
"Okay, let's start eating."
…
"By the way, why does that barbarian go out once a week, but we always lose him?"
The two detectives in the car were whispering.
Every week Bulcaisel goes to the New York Sanctuary. Although he has no intention of hiding his whereabouts, ordinary people have no way of entering that area without guidance.
This chapter has been completed!