Chapter 89 Who is this guy
“Asgard, I seem to have heard of it somewhere.”
Gil was holding a collection of Nordic stories and asked Bulkesso, and got Bulcaisuo answered somewhat thoughtfully.
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.”
Bulkessor’s response seemed a bit perfunctory.
He has forged this kind of weapon that can control thunder and lightning long ago.
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, find a place to sleep directly. Before going to bed, you will definitely drink a few sips of strong wine, 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 commented that Bulqueso was very healthy after seeing him.
For him, mythology is no different from everyday life.
The hammer, which was making thunder all the time, was thrown into the corner after he used it for a while.
The power attached to this weapon is simply too weak.
Gill was a little disappointed. He was disappointed not because Bulkeso 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?
The demons themselves are the rules of hell, and their death embodies 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 really magical!”
A lazy voice sounded, with a bit of nagging.
A guy with a haggard face 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.
Jill 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 was still forging and had no interest in this new guy.
"What, kid? 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.
“Scumbag.”
These two words are Bulcasso’s evaluation of this guy.
It is tainted with some demonic aura, and seems to have the shadow of an angel.
But the aura of no inhibitions made Bulcasso 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 aura of life that was about to disappear from this guy's body, Bulcaisuo wouldn't even mind throwing this guy out directly.
“Isn’t it a little too much to call me that?”
After hearing Bulkesso’s thunderous voice, this guy didn’t show any sign of anger. Instead, he responded to Bulkesau with a playful smile. Kelso.
It seems that for this guy, dignity is not something worthy of attention at all.
"A guy stained with heaven and hell, and covered with sin, doesn't even deserve to breathe!"
The hammer in Bulqueso's hand fell heavily on the iron felt, and he turned around and walked towards this shocking person. Disgusting bastard.
This mixed smell is like perfume sprayed on a rotting garbage pile. It has no meaning except that it is more disgusting.
As if to cooperate with Bulqueso'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 light 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, it seems that there is nothing worth fearing.
Bulkessor 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 hell of this world is far worse than the other side, there doesn't seem to be much power and justice in heaven. Angels deserve respect.
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 guys need my help, so I'm here."
The guy took out a bag from his pocket with some cumbersomeness. lighter, repeatedly trying to light a flame.
“I think I still have to lend a hand.”
This guy once again raised his chin towards Bulkesso.
In exchange, Burcasso casually grabbed the guy's collar and threw him away.
Bulkasso still couldn't stand this guy's annoyance and gave him a ride.
Complex smells most of the time represent complicated people, but the stench from sin will not disappear even if it is washed with the spring water of high-level heaven.
On the contrary, the light in the mud will not be completely covered up.
It's better to stay away from this kind of chaotic guy, otherwise it will be a series of troubles that will only make people sick.
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 and took out a crumpled card. lift.
(End of this chapter)