Dark Savages Come To the United States

A few days have passed since the previous tragedy, which was characterized as a fight between gangs and ended.

Gu Yi is still busy in this world, but occasionally comes to bring some famous wines from all over the world to Bulkelso, and then stops for a while.

As for the boy.

"Jill, you are far from being forged now!"

Bulkeso looked at Jill, who struggled to lift the hammer, and happily stuffed the wine bottle in his mouth, feeling the feeling of the wine flowing down his throat.

"Uncle! When will you teach me to become stronger!"

Jill put the hammer next to the iron felt with great effort, and looked at Bulkasso with his hands on his hips. There was hope in a pair of blue eyes.

"Before you become a warrior, you have to go to school!"

Bulkelso put the empty bottle on the table and made a crisp sound.

This kid was extraordinarily sharp, and whenever Bulkelso was about to go out to clean up those gangsters at that time, this kid would always appear at the door of the room.

Bulkelso suspected that Gu Yi had cast some spell on his room, and would tell that kid whenever he planned to go out.

Although Bulkelso can perceive the existence of energy, he really has nothing to do 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 ask a barbarian to be sensitive to spells, this group is born to be rough.

"Why should I go to school? I want to be as strong as you, or even stronger than you!"

Jill's rhetoric made Bulkelso laugh heartily, and the loud noise made the humble house shake, and even the fine dust began to fall.

"I like your direct nature! But savages are not without brains!"

Bulkeso looked at Jill in front of him, his expression became 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 like me, relying on powerful strength to easily survive in this world!"

Jill was a little uncomfortable with Bulkelso's seriousness. During the past few days of getting along, he had already figured out Bulkelso's character.

After all, barbarians are really easy to understand.

"You must live in this world. If you don't want to hang out on the streets like those bastards who have died a hundred times, then your best way is to study hard!"

Bulkelso hasn't decided whether to let this kid accept the barbarian's trial, but no matter what Bulkelso will choose in the end, it will be a long time later.

After all, even if children who grow up in the shelter want to become fighters, they have to wait until they are about sixteen years old before they can receive those trainings.

Jill, who was only eleven years old now, was not far off.

"Listen kid! If you still want to be a fighter when you are sixteen, I will consider training you. Before that, you have to study hard, at least you have to be admitted to that ivy league school, Did you hear it!"

Bulkasso said very seriously to the child, in exchange for Jill's eyes.

"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!"

Bulkelso's memory as a person on Earth has obviously faded away, and he still remembers some common sense things such as buying things that cost money, but he has no memory of those bits and pieces for a long time.

He didn't even remember things like guns until he saw them.

"Then let's clean up now, and then we'll eat!"

Bulkelso 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 the monk Karasim and Alania's spider with a blast of wind?

It has to be said that after Jill lived here, Bulkelso became much more cheerful and added a lot of fun to his life. Even the forging of weapons slowed down.

Also, after the child came, the blacksmith shop was much cleaner.

At least there will be no such thing as sprinkling a piece of charcoal ash on the ground to be considered clean.

And the fact that Bulkelso was finally getting used to sleeping and going back to bed.

"What shall we eat? Shall we go for the pizza from the place we always go to?"

Jill's words were full of disgust. After all, as a newcomer, Bulkelso didn't know what delicious food there was?

The reason why he could find this pizza shop was when he took Jill to the street to buy daily necessities.

"No, this time I plan to let you have a taste of my craft!"

Bull Casso stroked his beard, a little excited.

As a soldier, the food he eats most often is the kind of black bread that can be used to smash nails, after all, that thing is very strong and will not break.

Even the rats in the shelter won't want to eat this stuff, so just filling an entire floor in a storage shelter will guarantee a long-term food problem.

Is it perfect to think so?

But the barbarians also have their special food, but after they set foot on the battlefield, they don't have time to tinker with these things.

"What is it? Is it black bread that can kill people?"

Jill has been suspicious of Bul Kesso's tongue since the first time he dined with him.

He even thinks that Bulkelso's willingness to like spirits is because his dull tongue can only feel the burning sensation brought by spirits.

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 once a year when we sacrifice to our ancestors!"

Bulkasso said loudly.

At this time, outside the door of the blacksmith's shop, Master Gu Yi also smiled when he heard Bulkelso's cheerful laughter.

She put a square box outside the house and left again.

She is still busy all over the world every day, just like just now, she just repaired Mephisto severely on the border of Serbia.

Next she was going to have a heart-to-heart talk with Dormammu.

Bulkelso felt Gu Yi's arrival, and also understood why Gu Yi left.

But how could he prevent a warrior from stepping into battle? It's a pity that this world is no longer his battlefield.

"I said, are all savages the same as you?"

Jill looks at Bull Casso and initiates an invitation to hear the story.

"Of course not. Are all your classmates in school the same as you?"

Bulkasso looked at Jill, showing a contemptuous expression just right.

Perhaps teasing children was his favorite pastime these days.

"Those guys all have personalities, such as the heinous guy who is cautious in everything.

Before each battle, he had to bring six or seven weapons and three sets of armor. It is said that weapons may be damaged, robbed by the enemy, or even lost. One set of armor must be worn, and a spare set must be worn, and a spare set must be brought.

If you want me to say, what kind of fighter can be taken away by the enemy or lost? On the contrary, there is some truth in what he said about the damage. "

Speaking of this, Bulkelso couldn't help but think of his pair of broken knives.

The pair of knives had been with Burkasso for many years, and no demon had ever left traces on the weapon, so he never thought about the damage of the weapon.

If the explosion of the dark soul stone didn't send him to this world at that time, how could he fight Malthael with a pair of broken double knives?

When he thought of this, Bulkaisuo picked up a new bottle of beer, directly lifted the lid of the can and poured it into his mouth.

This kind of cheap beer is more like mouthwash to Bulkasso, but it is good to have a little taste of alcohol.

"Aren't you really going to your father?"

Bulkeso looked at Jill in front of him with some hesitation.