A few days have passed since the previous tragedy, which ended with the characterization of a clash between gangs.

The Ancient One is still busy in this world, only occasionally coming to bring some famous wines from around the world to Bourkeso, and then stop for a while.

As for the boy.

"Jill, you're still far from forging now!"

Bourkeso looked at Jill who struggled to lift the hammer, and happily stuffed the bottle in his mouth and felt the wine flowing through his throat.

"Uncle! When will you teach me to be stronger! ”

Jill laboriously placed the hammer beside the felt, and looked at Bourkeso with his hands on his hips. A pair of blue eyes shone with hope.

"Before you become a warrior, you have to go to school!"

Bourkeso slammed the empty bottle on the table with a crisp sound.

This little imp was unusually sharp, and whenever Bourkeso was about to go out and clean up the thugs of the time, this kid could always be at the door of the room.

Bourkeso suspected that his room had been set up by the Ancient One, and he would tell the kid whenever he was going out.

Although Bourkeso could sense the presence of energy, he really didn't have much to do with those hidden spells.

Even at the height of the barbarians, countless barbarian warriors fell to the demons' conspicuous spells.

No one can ask a barbarian to be sensitive to spells, this group is a reckless man by nature.

"Why should I go to school? I want to be as strong as you, or even more powerful than you! ”

Jill's bold words caused Bourkeso to laugh heartily, and the loud noise made the humble house tremble, and even the tiny dust began to spill off.

"I love your directness! But barbarians are not brainless! ”

Bourkeso looked at Jill in front of him, his expression becoming serious.

"I'm telling you, you'll probably never feel the feeling of being killed every time you open your eyes, and you may not be like me, and you may not be able to survive in this world easily with great strength!"

Bourkeso's seriousness made Jill a little uncomfortable, and he had already figured out Bourkeso's character in the past few days.

After all, barbarians are so easy to understand.

"You have to live in this world, and if you don't want to wander the streets like those bastards who damn a hundred times, then your best path is to study hard!"

Bourkeso hadn't decided whether or not to let this kid undergo the barbarian's trial, but whatever Bourkeso's choice would be in the end, it would be a long time later.

After all, even children who grow up in shelters who want to become warriors have to wait until they are about sixteen years old to receive that training.

Now only eleven-year-old Jill, that's not far off.

"Listen to the kids! If you still want to be a warrior by the time you're sixteen, I'll only consider training you. Before that, you have to study hard, at least you have to get into the school of the Creeper Alliance, do you hear? ”

Bourkeso said very seriously to the child, in exchange for a roll of the eyes of Jill.

"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!"

Bourkeso's memories as an earthling were obviously almost gone, and he still remembered some common sense, such as the cost of buying things, but he had no impression of those bits and pieces for a long time.

Even things like firearms, he only remembered them after seeing them.

"Then let's clean up now, and then we'll go eat!"

Bourkeso didn't feel embarrassed at all, after all, what's so embarrassing about this kind of thing?

Could it be more embarrassing than that warrior monk of Karasim who had a "close" encounter with Alania Spider after a slap of the wind?

It has to be said that after Jill lived here, Bourkeso was a lot more cheerful, and a lot of fun was added to his life, and even the matter of forging weapons slowed down.

Also, after the boy came, the blacksmith shop was much cleaner.

At least there won't be any charcoal dust sprinkled on the ground that would be considered clean.

And the fact that Bourquesso finally got used to going back to bed.

"What do we eat? Or do you want to eat pizza from the restaurant you frequent? ”

Jill's words were disgusted, after all, Bourkeso was a newcomer, and he knew what was delicious in the local area?

The reason why he found this pizzeria was when he took Jill to the street to buy groceries.

"No, I'm going to give you a taste of my craft this time!"

Bourkeso stroked his beard, a little excited.

As a warrior, his most common food was the kind of black bread that could be used to smash nails, after all, it was very strong, and it didn't spoil.

Even the rats in the shelter won't want to eat it, so it only takes a storage lot to cover the floor to ensure food for a long time.

Isn't that perfect?

But the barbarians also have their own special food, but after stepping on the battlefield, there is no time to tinker with these things.

"What is it? Is it black bread that kills people? ”

Ever since she first dined with Bourqueso, Jill had become suspicious of Bourqueso's tongue.

He even thinks that Bourqueso's willingness to like spirits is due to the burning sensation of spirits that his sluggish tongue can only feel.

Jill said with a hint of disgust.

"No, it's meat! I'll make you a barbecue, barbarian flavor! You know, we only make this food once a year when we sacrifice to our ancestors! ”

Bourkeso said loudly.

At this time, outside the door of the blacksmith shop, the Ancient One mage smiled when he heard Bourkeso's cheerful laughter.

She left a square box outside the house and left.

She was still busy all over the world every day, as if she had just made a ruthless repair to Mephisto on the borders of Serbia.

Next she's going to talk to Dormammu.

Bourkeso sensed the arrival of the Ancient One, and understood what the Ancient One had left for.

But how could he stop a warrior from stepping onto the battlefield? It's a pity that this world is not his battlefield anymore.

"I say, are all barbarians the same as you?"

Jill looked at Bourkeso and offered an invitation to hear the story.

"Of course not, aren't all your classmates in school like you?"

Bourkeso looked at Jill with a disdainful expression.

Maybe teasing the kids is his favorite pastime these days.

"All of those guys have a lot of character, like the outrageous guy who is cautious and cautious in everything.

Before each battle, he had to bring six or seven weapons and three sets of armor. If the weapon may be damaged, robbed or even lost by the enemy, the armor should be worn, and the armor should be kept in reserve, and the spare set should be brought.

If you want me to say, what kind of warrior is it if the enemy takes away the weapon or loses it? There is some truth in what he said on this point. ”

Speaking of this, Bourkeso couldn't help but think of his own pair of broken twin knives.

The pair of twin knives had been with Bourkeso for many years, and no demon had ever been able to leave a mark on the weapon, so he didn't think about the destruction of the weapon.

If the explosion of the Dark Soul Stone hadn't sent him to this world, how could he fight Masayr with a pair of broken twin knives?

Thinking of this, Bourkeso picked up a new bottle of beer, and directly lifted the lid of the can and poured it into his mouth.

This cheap beer is more like a mouthwash for Bourkeso, but it's good to have a little bit of a drink.

"Are you really, not going to your father?"

Bourkeso looked at Jill in front of him with some hesitation.