"Matthew, where have you been all these days!"

"Ferge, don't worry, I went to deal with personal matters, but there is no network signal in that place, so I didn't get in touch with you."

Lawyer Matthew Murdoch rushed to his law firm early in the morning. After saying hello to his buddy, he sat quietly in his office.

There were far fewer people who needed legal aid the most, perhaps because of his disappearance, which made them feel that he had lost his life at the hands of the gangs.

After all, people who live in Hell's Kitchen may only be able to believe in the law from the bottom of their hearts.

Ordinary people's courage always comes and goes quickly, especially when facing those bastards who ignore the rules.

Matthew Murdoch picked up the steaming coffee on the table and sipped it gently.

Although it was only cheap instant coffee, it was a good feeling for Matthew, who had eaten the barbarians' reserve food for several days.

Until now, he was a little unbelievable, and the barbarians had stocked up on the kind of food that basically didn't have to worry about expiration.

It took him a while to get used to the feeling of chewing grit.

"Matthew, someone is looking for you!"

Through the office door, Matthew heard his companion's shout.

Of course, there are reasons why lawyer Matthew Murdoch is deaf and blind, but this inexpensive office should not expect any good sound insulation.

Matthew sat quietly behind his desk, coffee in hand, listening to the familiar footsteps approaching little by little.

"Hi, Lawyer Matthew Murdoch!"

"Hello, Luke."

The voices of both of them were more restrained, after all, these two people were said to be meeting for the first time.

But after getting used to the barbarian's tone, this restraint did not seem to have had much effect.

"I've been dealing with something urgent, I need your help!"

Luke said to Matthew with a smile on his face.

He was ready to clean up the weird old lady, and he felt better than ever.

Even the sense of disobedience that always came from the body disappeared in the continuous trials.

"So, let's get started as soon as possible."

Matthew put down his coffee and said to Luke with a smile on his face.

"Then we need to understand the specifics first."

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"Good morning, Mr. Bourkeso."

The king greeted Bourkeso, still clutching a handful of hay in his hand.

Bourkeso nodded to the king and said nothing.

But the king was used to it, and Bourkeso was always so silent.

"Well, can I ask you if you still have that miraculous spring, I'll trade my collection for you a little."

The king put the hay in Mike's trough, put his hand on his waist, and asked Bourkeso.

In the end, he still didn't eat the white substance from the jar, but he was going to ask Bourkeso if he could exchange it for some spring water.

In his opinion, the spring water was indeed very miraculous, but it was not too precious to be able to feed the cows.

Bourkeso's hand pulled out of his backpack, took out a narrow crystal bottle, and threw it to the king.

It's just some heavenly spring, and while it's still too powerful for the mortals of this world, it doesn't have to be considered a treasure.

"You'd better mix it with water and divide it into several doses."

Bourkeso glanced at the king and said.

Although there was very little spring water taken out this time, it was probably not enough to even take a sip.

It seems to be enough for this mage's physique, but if you don't want to suffer a little, it's better to dilute it.

Not everyone can tackle a tiger with a sliding shovel, and the same is true for humans.

How can people and human constitutions be generalized?

It's as if Bourquesso had shown the fury of a berserker in a fit of extreme anger and cut off Diablo's dog's head, while Johanna, in extreme anger, could only lead the monster on his horse with a chain and drag it for eight hundred miles.

"Thank you for your generosity!"

The king rubbed his hands together excitedly like flies, knowing very well that the spring water could bring him a lot of changes.

Bourkeso soon left the New York Sanctuary with milk in his hand, and walked silently on his way back to the blacksmith's shop.

Although he knew that Rumlow would lead the enemy to Harlogas and him, he was too lazy to do anything.

It's just that the metal in the secret room is thickened, so that it won't be scattered and difficult to clean up.

He's been trying to forge a new car lately, and he's already remembering the traffic rules in order to fulfill his promise to take Jill for a ride.

Although it is more troublesome, reading is also a good pastime for a barbarian who has not had much entertainment for hundreds of years.

After he left the confines of the New York Sanctuary, the agents finally found him again.

Although it is not possible to determine where Bourkeso went, after these days of observation, they have basically determined the extent of Bourkeso's disappearance.

They had gradually locked down the confines of the New York Sanctuary, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find it.

"Well, Mr. Bourkeso, I didn't have time to thank you properly."

Bourkesso heard Jessica Jones' voice, which made him a little impatient.

Ever since the last time he entertained this woman, this guy would always come to the blacksmith for the same reason.

Although the food was not very precious to Bourqueso, the guy's visit made him increase the frequency of his trips to the New York Sanctuary.

It's a bit of a hassle, at least for Bourkeso.

"So, Jessica, are you going to eat at the blacksmith again today?"

Bourkeso was impatient, but there was no need to get angry.

For him, Jessica Jones was like the recruits at the shelter, young and energetic.

Like a child, at least in Bourkeso's eyes, there wasn't much difference between Jessica and Jill.

Bourkeso waved the bucket in his hand and said to Jessica.

With a hearty smile on his face, it seems to be teasing.

"Ah, I was planning to visit in the next two days, and I happened to meet you, so let's go together!"

Jessica was clearly happy, and since drinking that miraculous milk, she had gradually freed herself from the pain of being controlled by the Purple Man.

No more splitting headaches and no more reliance on alcohol to free yourself from pain.

Although she still likes to drink, much like Bourkeso.

Bourkeso didn't say much and walked directly in front.

Jessica Jones, who has similar physical qualities to Luke Cage, but at the moment, it seems that there is no need for her to go to the Holy Mountain.

Death in battle is the fate of most warriors, and if it is not necessary, Bourkeso does not want to lead others down this path.

The world is no longer full of despair.