Chapter 19 The Blacksmith's Apprentice
A few days have passed since the previous tragedy, which was characterized as a fight between gangs.
The Ancient One is still busy in this world, and only occasionally comes to bring some famous wines from around the world to Burquesso, and then stays for a while.
As for the boy.
“Gil, you are still far from forging right now!”
Bulcaisel 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 will you teach me to become stronger!"
Gill put the hammer next to the iron felt with great effort, 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 first go to school!"
Bulkessor placed the empty bottle on the table and made a crisp sound.
This kid is extraordinarily sharp. Whenever Bulcasso wants to go out to clean up the gangsters at that time, this kid will always appear at the door.
Bulkessor suspected that his room was set by some kind of spell by Ancient One, and he would tell that boy whenever he planned to go out.
Although Bulcasso 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 to the demons' conspicuous spells.
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 be as powerful as you, or even more powerful than you!"
Gil's bold words made Bulcaisso laugh heartily and make a loud noise. This simple house was shaken, and even the fine dust began to scatter.
"I like your direct temperament! But barbarians are not brainless!"
Bulkessor looked at Gil in front of him, and his expression became serious.
“I 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 with strong strength like me. Easy survival! ”
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 so easy to understand.
“You must live in this world. If you don’t want to wander the streets like those bastards who deserved to die 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 later.
After all, even if the children growing 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 now only eleven years old, 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 and at least pass the exam. What’s the school of the Creeper Alliance, did you hear that?”
Bulkessor said to the child very seriously, earning a blank look from Gill.
“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!”
Bulkessor’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 trivial things.
Even for things like firearms, he only remembered them after seeing them.
"Then let's clean up now, and then we'll go eat!"
Bulkasso didn't feel embarrassed at all. After all, what's so embarrassing about this kind of thing?
Is it more embarrassing than the "intimate" contact between Karasim's monk and Alanya's Spider Queen?
It has to be said that after Gil lived here, Bulcasso became a lot more cheerful, and a lot of fun was added to his life. Even the forging of weapons has 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 and it will be considered clean.
And Bulcasso finally got used to going back to bed. "What should we eat? Or should we eat pizza from the store we usually go to?"
Gill's words were filled with disgust. After all, as a new comer, Bulcasso, where he is Know what’s delicious in the local area?
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!"
Bulkessor touched his beard, feeling a little excited.
As a warrior, the most common food he eats 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 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 the 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 Bulcasso's willingness to like strong liquor was because his dull tongue could only feel the burning sensation caused by strong liquor.
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 our ancestors!"
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.
Bulkessor felt the arrival of Ancient One and understood why Ancient One left.
But how can he prevent a warrior from setting foot on the battlefield? It's a pity that this world is no longer his battlefield.
“I said, are all savages the same as you?”
Gil looked at Bulkesso and initiated an invitation to listen to the story.
"Of course not. Are all your classmates in school the same as you?"
Bulkessor looked at Jill with a just right expression of contempt.
Perhaps teasing 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 had to bring six or seven weapons and three sets of armor. As weapons may be damaged, snatched by the enemy, or even lost, one set of armor must be worn, a spare set must be worn, and a spare set must be carried.
If you ask me, what kind of warrior is it if the enemy can take away or lose the weapon? There is some truth in what he said about damage. ”
Speaking of this, Bulcasso couldn’t help but think of his pair of broken swords.
Those pair of swords had been with Bulcasso 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 weapon.
If the explosion of the Dark Soul Stone had not sent him to this world, how could he have fought with Masayi with a pair of broken swords. Where are you fighting?
When he thought of this, Bulkaisin 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 Bulkesso, but it is good to have a bit of alcoholic taste.
“Are you really not going to your father?”
Bulkasso looked at Gil in front of him with some hesitation.
(End of this chapter)