"Matthew, where have you been these days!"
"Foggy, don't worry, I went to handle some personal matters, but there is no network signal in that place, so I didn't get in touch with you."
Lawyer Matthew Murdoch rushed to his law firm early in the morning. After greeting his clerk, he sat quietly in his office.
The number of people most in need of legal aid has decreased a lot, perhaps because his disappearance made those people feel that he had lost his life at the hands of those gangs.
After all, among the people living in Hell's Kitchen, the only guys in this firm who can truly believe in the law may be the only ones in this firm.
The courage of ordinary people always comes and goes quickly, especially when facing those jerks who ignore the rules.
Matthew Murdoch picked up the steaming coffee on the table and sipped it gently.
Although it was just cheap instant coffee, it was a good feeling for Matthew who had been eating the barbarians' food reserves for several days.
Until now, he still couldn't believe that the barbarians actually stocked up on the kind of food that basically didn't have to worry about expiration.
It took him a while to get used to the feeling like chewing gravel.
"Matthew, someone is looking for you!"
Through the office door, Matthew heard his partner's shouts.
Of course, this is because lawyer Matthew Murdoch is deaf and blind, but don't expect good sound insulation in this cheaply decorated office.
Matthew sat quietly behind his desk, holding coffee in his hand, listening to the familiar footsteps approaching little by little.
"Hi, Attorney Matthew Murdoch!"
"Hello, Luke."
The voices of both people were relatively restrained. After all, this was supposedly the first time these two people met.
However, after getting used to the tone of voice of barbarians, this restraint seemed to have no effect.
"The things I have encountered recently are very urgent. I need your help!"
Luke said to Matthew with a smile on his face.
He was already ready to deal with that weird old lady, and he had never felt so good now.
Even the sense of disobedience that always came from my body disappeared in the successive trials.
"Then, let us start as soon as possible."
Matthew put down the coffee in his hand and said to Luke with a smile.
"Then we need to understand the specific things first."
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"Good morning, Mr. Bulcasso."
The king greeted Bulcaisuo, holding a handful of fodder in his hand.
Bulcasso nodded towards the king and said nothing.
But the king was used to Bulkesso being so taciturn.
"Well, can I ask if you still have that magical spring water? I would like to trade some of my collection with you."
Wang put the fodder in Mike's trough, put his hands on his waist, and asked Bulcasso.
In the end, he still didn't eat the white substance in the jar, but he planned to ask Bulqueso if he could exchange it for some spring water.
In his opinion, this spring water is indeed very magical, but something that can be used to feed cows is not too precious after all.
Bulcasso took out his hand from his backpack, took out a narrow crystal bottle, and threw it to the king.
It's just some spring water from heaven. Although it is still too powerful for mortals in this world, it does not need to be regarded as a treasure.
"You'd better mix it with water and take it several times."
Bulcasso glanced at Wang and said this.
Although the spring water taken out this time was very small, it probably couldn't even be counted as a mouthful.
It seems to be enough for this mage's physique, but if you don't want to suffer a little bit, it's better to dilute it a little.
Not everyone can kill a tiger with a slide shovel, and the same is true for humans.
How can we generalize about people and their physiques?
Just like Bulcaisel showed the rage of a berserker when he was extremely angry and chopped off Diavolo's dog head, while Johanna, in an extremely angry situation, could only use chains to hold the monster on the horse.
Then just drag it for 800 miles.
“Thank you for your generosity!”
Wang rubbed his hands excitedly like a fly. He knew very well that the spring water could bring about considerable changes in him.
Bulcasso quickly left the New York Sanctuary with the milk and walked silently back to the blacksmith shop.
Although he knew that Rumlow would lead the enemy to Harrogath and him, he was too lazy to do anything more.
It's just to thicken the metal in the secret room to prevent it from being scattered and difficult to clean up.
Recently, he has planned to recast a car, and he has been memorizing the traffic rules in order to fulfill his promise to take Jill out for a ride.
Although it is more troublesome, reading is also a good pastime for a barbarian who has had no entertainment activities for hundreds of years.
After he left the confines of the New York Sanctuary, the agents finally discovered his traces again.
Although they were not sure where Bulcaisu went, after observing them over the past few days, they basically determined the scope of Bulcaisu's disappearance.
They have gradually locked into the New York Sanctuary, but no matter how hard they try, they can't find that place.
"Well, Mr. Bulcasso, I didn't have time to thank you properly before."
Bulcasso heard Jessica Jones's voice, which made him a little impatient.
Since the last time he entertained this woman, this guy would always come to the blacksmith shop for the same reason.
Although food is not that precious to Bulcaisel, this guy's visits made him increase the frequency of his visits to the New York Sanctuary.
This is a bit troublesome, at least for Bulkesso.
"So, Jessica, are you planning to come to the blacksmith shop for dinner again today?"
Although Bulcasso was impatient, there was no need to be angry.
To him, Jessica Jones is similar to the new recruits in the asylum, young and energetic.
Like a child, at least in Bulkesso's eyes, there is not much difference between Jessica and Jill.
Bulcasso waved the iron bucket on his hand and said to Jessica.
There was a hearty smile on his face, as if he was teasing.
"Ah, I was planning to pay a visit in the next two days, and I happened to meet you, so let's go together!"
Jessica was obviously very happy. After drinking the magical milk, she gradually freed herself from the pain of being controlled by the Purple Man.
No more splitting headaches, no need to rely on alcohol to free yourself from pain.
Although she still likes to drink, which is very similar to Bulcasso.
Bulcasso didn't say much and walked directly ahead.
Jessica Jones has similar physical fitness to Luke Cage, but right now it seems that there is no need for her to go to the Holy Mountain.
Death in battle is the fate of most soldiers, and Bulkesso does not want to lead others down this path unless necessary.
The world is no longer full of despair.
This chapter has been completed!