They didn't come too late, several large bags were hanging from Bourkeso's body, and Jill was carrying a small plastic bag in his hand.

The big bags were stuff like ingredients and spices that Bourkesso bought, while Jill's small bags contained only a few packets of the cheapest kind of snacks and a large jug of milk.

This child's maturity is distressing.

The ancient mage who had just come to the door of the blacksmith shop looked at the two people, one big and one small, and couldn't help but think.

Is Bourkeso rich?

If it is the currency of this world, it can be said that there is, but there are not many.

But if you talk about wealth alone, it may be that the wealth of the country of Wakanda does not add up to as much as that of Bourkeso.

That kind of pure gold coin is not even a set of numbers for Bourkeso.

After all, the gold coin, which was no longer countable, was of no use.

As for vibranium in Wakanda?

The weapons made of that kind of thing are indeed miraculous, but even if the panther is proud of the vibranium armor, Bourkeso only needs to create a bracer that is stronger than the "toy".

I had seen Bourkeso's death in front of him, and even the palm of his hand was still on the bedside table in Bourkeso's bedroom.

An existence that is so powerful, who can do anything with him?

Those who have seen his power will choose one path, and that is to coax him to avoid him.

"But how do you stop those who don't have brains?"

The Ancient One is having a headache over this.

It's like she's not self-conscious, and there are guys in this world who are blinded by possible benefits.

"Okay Jill, go and put things in the fridge and move around the house freely."

Bourkeso beckoned to the ancient one, and said hello.

Watching Jill run up the stairs in a puff of smoke, Bourkeso said to the Ancient One:

"This child is simply as sensible as all parents would like, but unfortunately the price is too heavy."

Hearing the Ancient One's words, Bourkeso also began to become a little sentimental.

You must know that in his world, I don't know how many civilian children watched their parents being divided by demons little by little, and even watched their flesh and blood flow into the devil's mouth little by little.

At that time, he would only hack the demon to death without changing his face, and then continue to look for the location of the next demon.

Maybe he only had the idea of killing demons in his eyes at that time, or maybe he didn't think about these things at all.

When he was at ease, he began to recall and think, and he felt a throbbing pain from the heart.

"You've got a gift for him, can I know what it is?"

In just a few days, the two got to know each other better after eliminating the mustard.

Bourkeso moved his lips mysteriously, but said nothing.

Because he knew that Jill was listening quietly to his conversation with the Ancient One at the top of the stairs.

A small ruby was handed to the Ancient One from his hand, and the Ancient One glanced at Bourkeso, and after receiving the signal of agreement, he watched with his own spirit.

"Is there such a race in your world? It's incredible. ”

What Gu Yi saw was Bourkeso's memories of the Cow Pass, and she was shocked by the ferocity of the abyssal demon cows infected by the demonic aura in it.

She was shocked when she saw that at the end, when Bourkeso had poured the spring of heaven into the mouth of the surviving demon cow in order to taste the strange beef, the cow had reverted to its original form and retained the ability to think.

Either way, she couldn't accept eating a species that could communicate with human language.

"You're thinking too much!"

Bourkeso shook his head, could he accept that one second he was talking to that cow and the next second putting the other person in the oven?

The demon cow and those ordinary cows had offspring, and these offspring were stupid to death one by one, and they didn't even have the intelligence of ordinary cows.

And it doesn't help people at all, the only advantage is the extremely fast reproduction rate and the delicious meat.

He remembered that Jill had said that he should drink more milk, and when he talked about milk, Bourkeso naturally remembered the strange group.

Although this population was originally nurtured on the sacred mountain of Halogas, with the arrival of Masayir all life was reduced to ashes.

Naturally, there was nothing left.

But there were many springs in Paradise, and at that time, he would always go to the higher heavens and pour a lot of spring water to make wine.

For this reason, he has confronted Imprius, an angel as reckless as a barbarian, more than once.

Since this spring water can make the demon cow return to its original breed, it can also be used for ordinary creatures.

As for wisdom, there is no possibility of elevation.

If this spring water can increase wisdom, how can that fool's courage be beaten all over by Diablo?

"I'll bring you a cow, but how are you going to raise it?"

Gu Yi looked at the mysterious Burkeso, a little curious.

"Breeding? Isn't that just a matter of finding a spacious place to tie it up and feeding it some hay regularly so that it doesn't starve to death? ”

Where would Bourkeso know the knowledge of animal husbandry, even when he was on the holy mountain of Harlogas, he was also trained as a warrior, how could he have time for these warriors to learn things other than battle?

"Then I'd better let the apprentices keep them in the New York Temple, anyway, the space is still too big, and they don't have anything important."

Gu Yi had to sell the apprentice's labor, after all, she also wanted to taste that kind of magical milk.

According to Bourkeso, the milk has a physical-enhancing effect on newborn barbarian children.

After understanding the physical fitness of the original barbarian children, the ancient one was still very interested in this milk.

"Najill will soon be able to grow taller."

With a smile on his face, the Ancient One sat down on the bench at the door of the blacksmith's shop.

Before Jill came here, Bourkeso would sit here and watch the horizon in a daze when he had nothing to do.

You don't have to be disturbed by the stuffy heat in the house here, and the wind is comfortable.

"You're going to cook your specialty here?"

The Ancient One looked at Bourkeso and asked with some concern.

For her, Bourkeso's specialty is also a secret, as long as it is a thinking life, then curiosity is bound to arise.

"Of course not, I'm going to take you to Harlogas and have a banquet there."

Although all the lives on the sacred mountain have been lost, the resources that have been piled up in the cold and snow are still left.

After all, death only takes life, and if even the processed ingredients are eroded, then Masayr should be renamed the Archangel of Vanishation.