The barbarian festival soon came to an end, and at the behest of Bourkeso, the souls of the barbarians gradually disappeared.

The vast snow-capped mountains were silent again.

As for Rumlow, after coming out, he got a general medicine bottle given by the barbarians, which is the kind of blood medicine that can't increase the user's other amplification, and can only restore the state.

However, this medicine bottle is different from the one that Bourkesso gave to the Ancient One, this medicine bottle is a product that Bourkeso imitated in his spare time, so it can only be used by those who get it.

It's as if it's tied to the soul, and it doesn't even reach the level of 60 percent recovery, which is about 10 percent of the recovery, and it also has a day-long cooldown.

And this medicine bottle and a box of gold coins are the reward that Bourkeso gives to the brave.

That crate of gold alone was an astonishing fortune, but it was of little value to Rumlow.

After all, there is no problem that needs money to solve the crossbones in a high position.

Whether it is the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, it can make an ordinary person not need to worry about foreign objects.

As for the medicine bottle that can only be used by himself, it has caused Rumlow's perception of the world that he has developed over the years to suffer.

I don't see any different potions that can restore a person's state regardless of the type of injury.

And it's strange that it can be reused over time.

It's as if energy appeared out of thin air, and it's weird that people can't understand it.

As we all know, energy and matter do not appear in a vacuum, nor do they disappear in a vacuum.

But this medicine bottle undoubtedly shatters this human perception.

Despite his curiosity about these matters, neither S.H.I.E.L.D. nor Rumlow himself had any intention of asking.

They focused more on Bourkeso.

After having a basic understanding of Bourkeso's situation, they began to prepare to seek "cooperation", and whether this cooperation was fair or not was another matter.

Moreover, Bourqueso did not have the slightest intention of communicating with them on an equal footing.

……

"You're saying there's a hell in this world, too?"

Bourkeso looked at the Ancient One who was about to leave in front of him, a little surprised.

Before, Gu Yi said that he was going to deal with the matter of the Hell Demon King, so he almost took out the spare weapon.

The term Hell Demon King means something completely different to barbarians.

It took some effort for the Ancient One to appease this barbarian who hated demons immensely.

After all, Mephisto of this world can't even break through her defenses and descend on Earth.

Although with the help of the defense mechanism established by the original Supreme Mage Agomoto, even if it was a head-on battle, it was impossible for the Hell Demon King, who did not dare to descend in his true body, to defeat the Ancient One.

"I'm interested in this Mephisto, take me with you!"

The thunderous sound of Bourkeso resounded through the empty and massive stone building, and even echoes could be heard.

Rumlow only heard two voices from Bourkeso, and none of the Ancient One's words.

But these two sentences alone made him and S.H.I.E.L.D. nervous.

If hell exists, does God also exist?

Does even everything in those myths and legends exist in this world?

What exactly do humans look to them?

Are humans to them what monkeys are to humans?

These guys who got the news ran out in the direction of philosophy one by one.

"So, who's going to take care of Jill?"

Gu Yi said with a little headache, and Jill on the side looked like he didn't care about me, but there was some worry in his eyes.

Before Bourkeso could speak, the Ancient One interrupted:

"After all, you took his life from death, and I'm worried about ...... if you're not there."

Needless to say, Bourkeso already understood what the Ancient One meant.

Death has always been fair, but they have always been stingy.

Everyone gives the same gift, but never laughs at those who refuse it.

"I'm not afraid!"

Jill opened his eyes and said to Bourkeso.

He had long understood what he was supposed to do, and the moment he felt his mother's blood splash on his face, he understood.

He understands what death represents, so he doesn't say things like "I slipped" to state what it feels like to die.

Faced with Gil's incomprehensible expression, Bourkeso was somewhat silent.

The Ancient One gently stroked Jill's head with a gentle expression.

"His father ......"

Bourkeso wanted to say something, but eventually stopped.

The name Frank Custer he had heard from the mouth of the Ancient One, though he did not think it was the right thing to do to take a child away from his loved ones.

But apparently, it was impossible for that master, the pinnacle tactician of humanity, to protect this child from the clutches of death.

Unless he's the main character.

The human beings of this world are so fragile that they will die of disease, and they will break their bones because of falls.

Even a slight collision could have taken their lives.

The man who will be called the Punisher may be a good man at the top, but he is still too weak.

"His father will show up, but it's not the time yet."

Gu Yi couldn't bear to avoid Jill's gaze and said.

"Of course, if Jill can become a strong man, then there are some possibilities."

The Ancient One gave her opinion.

After all, it is impossible for Frank with a child to complete his revenge while taking care of the child.

"He's so young that even a new recruit at the shelter doesn't start formal training until he's sixteen."

"But he can start by familiarizing himself with the weapon."

That's what Ancient One and Bourkeso said, and then Ancient One left the place in an arc in front of him.

Jill looked at Bourkeso with a look of hope.

"You've got to take care of yourself first, I'm thinking about it."

The conversation between the two men came to an abrupt end.

……

"Captain, how are you recovering?"

Tess held a cigarette in his hand and spoke to Rumlow.

"How many times have I said that when you go out on a mission, keep your damn addiction to cigarettes! That smell can put your latent at risk of exposure! ”

Rumlow said to Tess with some seriousness.

The scope of work of the Einsatzgruppen is not only frontal attack, but also in the battle of stealth operations, fire support, and so on.

Although he does not ask his subordinates to abandon all personal hobbies, he has always forbidden things that interfere with their work.

"I didn't light it, and you'll have to go down the mountain today to get the doctors examined."

Those doctors are not warriors, and although they are full of courage to fight death, they lack the courage to face danger as warriors.

So they can't climb this holy mountain of barbarians.