"Asgard, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."
Gil was holding a collection of Nordic stories and asked Bulcasso, and received a thoughtful answer from Bulcaisu.
The constant beating sound from the blacksmith shop became the melody of this moment.
"It says that Thor has a magical hammer that can control thunder and lightning."
Gil flipped through the storybook in his hand and read to Bulkesso with some expectation.
"Oh, I have something like this here too."
Bulquesso's response seemed a bit perfunctory.
He had already forged this kind of weapon that could control thunder and lightning.
Son of Odin, the name of this legendary weapon.
Although he has long forgotten who Odin is, this does not prevent him from questioning how this guy named Odin gave birth to a hammer.
Mythological stories are not very interesting to Bulkesso.
After all, he used to get up on time to meet with an archangel every day, and then work around from morning to night, and the demons had to kill a group of them every time they met to enjoy themselves.
When you are tired, you will find a place to sleep directly. Before going to bed, you will definitely drink a few sips of strong alcohol, and then scan the surrounding environment, never leaving the devil in front of you to deal with the next day.
Even the most experienced doctors, after seeing Bulcasso, commented that he was very healthy.
For him, mythology is no different from everyday life.
The hammer, whose body was always making thunderous sounds, was thrown into a corner after he used it for a while.
The added power of this weapon is simply too weak.
Gil was a little disappointed. His disappointment was not because Bulqueso said these things were very common, but because his sharing was not taken seriously.
"If you like this kind of weapon, I can forge one for you to play with after you become a great warrior."
Bulcaisel continued to forge calmly.
Although he generally doesn't care much about the legendary power endowed on legendary equipment, most of this power represents some kind of rule.
The existence of the material Breath of Death is just to give the material a chance to withstand the rules.
Otherwise, why would this material only appear from those "powerful" demons?
Demons themselves are the rules of hell, and their deaths embody part of the rules.
During the rare vacation, Jill wanted to find something to do. After all, it was too boring to always appear between school and the blacksmith shop.
"Oh oh oh! This place is so magical!"
A lazy voice sounded, with a hint of nagging.
A haggard-looking guy stepped into the door of the blacksmith shop.
"There seems to be something extraordinary here, it's really an exciting thing!"
This guy was talking to himself, as if there were no barriers at all.
Gil put away the storybook in his hand and hurried to the other side of the table, keeping a distance from this guy.
A pair of eyes stared straight at this guy who suddenly appeared, a little curious.
Scattered hair and stubble, a stained shirt with several buttons unbuttoned, and a crooked tie hanging around his neck.
These characteristics can only show that this guy is a slovenly existence.
Bulcaisuo is still forging and has no interest in this new guy.
"What, child? My appearance surprises you?"
The guy greeted Jill with a smile.
"What did I see? What a strong body! It's amazing!"
When this guy looked at Bulcasso, he exclaimed insincerely with a somewhat deliberate tone.
Bulcaisso finally stopped forging and threw the material on the iron felt back into the furnace.
"Scum."
These two words are what Bulqueso said about this guy.
It is tainted with some demonic aura, and seems to have the shadow of an angel.
But the aura of no restrictions made Bulqueso a little unhappy.
Although the sin and justice entangled in this guy have long been intertwined, Bulcaisel is still unwilling to face him with the same attitude as a normal person.
If it weren't for the smell of life that was about to disappear coming from this guy's body, Bulqueso wouldn't even mind throwing this guy out directly.
"Isn't it too much to call me that?"
After hearing Bulcaisu's thunderous voice, this guy didn't show any sign of anger. Instead, he responded to Bulcaisu with a playful smile.
It seems that for this guy, dignity is not something worthy of attention at all.
"A guy polluted with heaven and hell, and covered with sin, doesn't even deserve to breathe!"
The hammer in Bulcasso's hand fell heavily on the iron felt, and he turned around and walked towards this disgusting bastard.
This mixed smell is like perfume sprayed on a rotting garbage pile. It has no meaning except that it makes people sicker.
As if to match Bulcasso's words, the guy coughed violently, then took out a squeezed and twisted cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth.
"Man, can I borrow a fire from you?"
After the guy stopped coughing, he immediately pointed to the burning stove with his chin, facing Bulcasso without any fear.
After all, for a guy whose life is short, there seems to be nothing worth fearing.
Bulcaisel walked up to this guy, his white beard trembling with his movements.
"Idiot, you'd better get out of here before I get angry."
Although the atmosphere of hell in this world is far different from that on the other side, there don't seem to be many powerful and righteous angels worthy of respect in heaven.
Bulcaisel still tried his best to restrain himself from moving faster than his thoughts.
This guy is even more annoying than a ruffian.
"Don't be so hostile, man. I feel like you need my help, which is why I'm here."
The guy was a little tired and took out a lighter from his pocket and repeatedly tried to light the flame.
"I think I still have to borrow a fire."
This guy once again raised his chin towards Bulkesso.
Instead, Bulcasso casually grabbed the guy's collar and threw him away from him.
Bulcaisel still couldn't bear the mortal nature of this guy, so he gave him a ride.
Complex smells most of the time represent complex people, but the stench that comes from sin will not disappear even if it is washed with spring water from a high-level heaven.
In contrast, the light in the mud will not be completely covered up.
It's better to stay away from this kind of chaotic guy, otherwise he will be a continuous source of disgusting trouble.
Although this guy is annoying, there is no need to send him to death. This guy's body can't support it for much longer.
"Ahem! This is my business card. It seems you need some professional help!"
The guy lay on the ground, took out a crumpled card and held it up high.
This chapter has been completed!