Chapter 86: Obsessed with the bastard Jessica Jones
“Matthew, where have you been these days!”
“Foggy, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. It’s a private matter, but there is no network signal in that place, so I didn’t contact you.”
Lawyer Matthew Murdock rushed to his law firm early in the morning. After greeting his buddy, he sat quietly in his office.
The number of people 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 those in this firm.
The courage of ordinary people always comes and goes quickly, especially when facing those assholes 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.
To this day, he still can't believe that the barbarians actually stock up on the kind of food that basically doesn't have to worry about expiration.
It took him a while to get used to the feeling of chewing gravel.
“Matthew, someone is looking for you!”
Through the office door, Matthew heard the shouts of his partners.
Of course, this has a reason why lawyer Matthew Murdoch is deaf and blind, but don’t expect any good sound insulation in this cheaply decorated office.
Matthew sat quietly behind the desk, holding coffee in his hand, listening to the familiar footsteps approaching little by little.
"Hi, Lawyer Matthew Murdoch!"
"Hello, Luke."
The voices of both people were relatively restrained, after all, it was supposed to be the first time that these two people met.
However, after getting used to the tone of voice of barbarians, this restraint seems 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 is already ready to deal with that weird old lady, and he has 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."
......
"Good morning, Mr. Bulcasso."
Wang faced Bulcasso He said hello while holding a handful of fodder in his hand.
Bulkessor 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 exchange some of my collection with you."
The king put the fodder in Mike's food Inside the slot, he put his hand 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 Bulcasso 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 is 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."
Bulkesso glanced at Wang and said this.
Although the amount of 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 people and their physiques be generalized?
Just as Bulcaisel once showed the fury of a berserker in an extremely angry situation and chopped off Diavolo's dog head, while Johanna, in an extremely angry situation, could only use the chain Just pull the monster on a horse and drag it for eight hundred 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 great changes in him.
Bulkeso quickly left the New York Sanctuary with the milk and walked silently on the way 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. In order to fulfill his promise to take Jill out for a ride, he has been memorizing the traffic rules.
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 are not sure where Bulcaisuo went, after these days of observation, they have basically determined the scope of Bulcaisuo'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 very precious to Bulcaisel, this guy's visit 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.
For him, Jessica Jones is similar to the new recruits in the shelter, young and energetic.
Like a child, at least in Bulkesso's eyes, there is not much difference between Jessica and Jill.
Bulkessor 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 visit you in the next two days, and I happened to meet you, so let's go together!"
Jessica was obviously very happy. Since drinking the magical milk, she gradually Freed from the pain of being controlled by the Purple Man.
No more splitting headaches, and no need to rely on alcohol to free yourself from pain.
Although she still likes to drink, which is very similar to Bulcasso.
Bulkessor didn’t say much and walked directly in front.
Jessica Jones has similar physical qualities 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 warriors. Bulkesso does not want to lead others to this path unless necessary.
The world is no longer full of despair.
By the way... I saw some comments saying that they haven't read the book yet but they questioned how one could become a barbarian without Nephalem blood.
This... I remember I said at the beginning that this book has a lot of secondary settings...
And I seem to have mentioned in the text that after passing through the secret realm, you will get an extremely small amount of Nephalem blood...
Such a question makes me a little sad...
Maybe I should add it in the introduction Is there a confusing timeline and many secondary designs?
The occurrence of events will follow the chronological order, but I will be vague about the specific time changes...
After all, everything develops according to the original timeline, and the protagonist cannot appear in many places at the same time to participate. Among those interesting plots...
The current plot of advancing three scenes at the same time is my consideration after careful consideration.
Rumlow’s plan, the formation of the Defenders, and the actions of the Howling Commandos.
The above is the main plot currently going on.
If you want to write new ideas, you have to make some changes...
Also, I said that the characters that appear have their own value, and the context of the entire story is there. In the previous story.
Maybe it will be fun, right?
A subsequent big scene was mentioned in a comment by a book friend. Maybe I didn’t bury it implicitly enough?
A little disappointed...
(End of this chapter)