Chapter 47 The Jar of the Noble
Just before Rumlow began receiving treatment, he also suffered a forced water audit.
Perhaps it was the previous experiences that awakened him, or the magical power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, but he passed the review while maintaining clear consciousness and restraint.
Just as he began to receive treatment, Bulcaisel was taking Gil to the New York Sanctuary.
In that place, Gu Yi had already brought a cow, and even the mage apprentices had mastered the corresponding professional skills.
Now it was time for Bulcaisel to bring about a transformation in the cow, and that was the first step in changing Gill's constitution.
At least we can’t let Gil remain thin when he grows up, that would not be barbaric at all.
"Uncle, what is the use of this ring?"
Jill raised his right hand with the ring in front of his eyes and looked at the ring that no longer shined.
When these legendary equipment are used, they don’t sparkle.
Otherwise, the appearance of a guy shining with various lights on the battlefield will only attract more enemies, although the barbarians may be ecstatic about it.
But unfortunately, as long as these equipment are worn on the body, they will be no different from ordinary things.
Unless someone can identify them by the appearance of the equipment, it is impossible to see how powerful these equipments are.
“I can protect you.”
Bulkessor said casually.
He hadn't worn a ring on his hand for a long time. This time, in order to protect Jill's safety, he had to wear the solidarity ring that had long been abandoned in the warehouse.
This long-lost feeling made him a little uncomfortable.
"The New York Sanctuary is ahead. I think all the mages inside probably know me."
Bulkessor led Gil into the building enveloped in energy. Gil knocked on the door before he could use the barbarian's method of opening the door.
“Wait a minute! It’s busy here!”
There was a wheezing voice coming from inside, which sounded like he was doing some physical work.
Bulkeso could even hear the low and stubborn roar of the cow.
"It seems that your milk supplier has arrived."
Hearing Bulkeso's words, Gil began to conjure up the image of the cow he was familiar with in his head.
But as he received a happy education, the only images he could recall were cartoon pictures with big heads.
There was a creaking sound, and the door opened a gap, and a middle-aged fat man with a head that was a little too round came out.
"I'm sorry, there is some chaos inside now, Mike is making a fuss about leaving."
As he said, the door seemed to be squeezed hard by someone, and the poor mage's neck was stuck. As soon as he reached the door, his face turned red in just a moment.
"I'll do it."
Bulkessor gently pressed his palm against the door and opened the door with a little force.
He didn't feel any resistance. Perhaps to a savage, the power of a cow was nothing.
Bulkessor rescued the poor mage from the crack in the door and took Gil into the sanctuary.
“I haven’t thanked you yet.”
The mage was holding a hemp rope in his hand and said with some embarrassment, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the cow’s nose ring. , he pulled hard with some uneasiness.
"My name is King Chris, you can just call me Wang. The Supreme Mage has just arranged to go to the New York Sanctuary. I have heard the teacher tell you about you." Wang Tuo held hands. The cow took two steps in the other direction uneasily, dragging the poor mage to stagger.
"It seems that you are not only a mage, but also have a lot of fighting skills."
Bulkessor took a closer look at the mage named Wang and learned from him Some traces of long-term exercise can be seen on the slightly bloated figure.
"Ah, I not only learned spells from my teacher, but also learned some martial arts."
Wang looked at Bulkeso's skin color and then said: "It's Kung Fu, um, I’ll kill you with an empty stomach.”
His explanation was unnecessary. After all, Bulcasso was not here for this.
“So this cow is the one that was specially prepared?”
Bulkessor walked to the restless cow, and the cow became quiet.
It is said that the ancestors of barbarians and druids are brothers, so for ordinary animals, barbarians are worthy of being close to each other.
The cow gave a long moo as a greeting.
"Then, let's make it smarter."
As he spoke, Bulcasso took out a broken-looking earthen jar from his backpack and placed it in front of the cow.
This jar was picked up from the ground when he was in heaven. After scattering the white ashes on the ground, he took the jar to fill it with water.
He didn’t know why there were such strange jars everywhere in the high heaven. Just when he put the jar into the spring water, Imprius pointed at it with the steel fork-like weapon. He rushed forward.
As for the other angels, none of them had ever dared to approach Bulcasso, who was always covered in blood, and told him that the purpose of those jars was to hold the ashes collected after the death of noble people.
Even if Bulcasso knew about it, he wouldn't care. He wouldn't drink this kind of spring water anyway.
The cow felt the power of the jar in front of her almost instinctively, and couldn't wait to push her head into the jar.
You can see the ears of the cow still outside shaking happily.
Wang and Gil watched in stunned silence as the cow began to emit bursts of golden light.
"Is that jar a powerful magic weapon? I can feel the mixture of sacredness and nobility."
Wang murmured to himself, the power emanating from the cow was almost comparable to the power in his body.
"It has been placed in heaven for so many years. According to your standards, it should be called a powerful magic weapon."
Bulkessor nodded slightly as he looked at the changes in the cow.
"Then start collecting now, this child needs nutrition."
Bulkessor has no intention of saying any more.
As for how much can be collected, that is all the matter of the mages. As long as Gil can be provided with the amount he needs every day, the extra can be regarded as wages paid to the workers.
Wang's eyes were still focused on the broken earthen pot reluctantly, but he still walked to the side of the cow and began to use his newly learned skills.
Gill tugged Bulcasso's arm:
"Uncle, can I look around here?"
Hearing this, Bulcasso just turned his eyes. He placed it on Wang who was working, and the king had already agreed before he could speak.
There are about forty or fifty permanent mages in the New York Sanctuary. These people have received news from the Ancient One a few days ago, and they just pretend that Bulcasso and Gil do not exist.
The king's existence is to restrain these mages, who were originally the proud ones, from doing anything rude.
(End of this chapter)