"Asgard, as if somewhere you've heard of it."

Jill was holding a collection of Norse tales and asked Bourkeso, and received a thoughtful answer.

The constant thrashing of the blacksmith became the melody of the moment.

"It says that Thor has a magical hammer capable of harnessing thunder and lightning."

Jill flipped through the storybook in his hand and muttered to Bourkeso with some anticipation.

"Well, I have something like that here."

Bourkeso's response was somewhat perfunctory.

This kind of weapon that can control thunder and lightning, he has forged it a long time ago.

Son of Odin, the name of this legendary weapon.

Although he had long forgotten who Odin was, it didn't prevent him from questioning how this guy called Odin gave birth to a hammer.

Mythological tales are not very interesting for Bourkeso.

After all, he used to get up on time every day to meet an archangel, and then he was busy from morning to night, and the demons had to slaughter a group every time they met to have fun.

When you are tired, find a place to sleep directly, and always drink a few sips of spirits before going to bed, and then scan the surrounding environment, and never leave the demon in front of you until the next day.

Even the most experienced physicians, after seeing Bourkeso, have made a healthy assessment.

Mythology is no different from everyday life to him.

The hammer, which was thundering all the time, was thrown into a corner after he had been using it for a while.

The additional power of this weapon is simply too weak.

Jill was a little disappointed, not so much because Bourkeso said these things were commonplace, but because his sharing wasn't taken seriously.

"If you like this weapon, I can forge one for you to play with when you become an amazing warrior."

Bourkeso continued to forge calmly.

The legendary power given to the legendary equipment, although he generally doesn't care much about it, but this power mostly represents some kind of rule.

The existence of this material is precisely to give the material a chance to withstand the rules.

Otherwise, why would this material only come from those "powerful" demons?

The demons themselves are the rules of hell, and their deaths embody part of the rules.

During the rare holidays, Jill wanted to find something to do, after all, it was too boring to be between school and blacksmith shop.

"Oooo This place is magical! ”

A lazy voice sounded, and there was some divine chatter.

A haggard-looking fellow stepped through the door of the blacksmith's shop.

"There's something amazing there, but it's exciting!"

This guy said to himself, and there was no estrangement at all.

Jill put away the storybook in his hand and hurried to the other side of the table, keeping his distance from the guy.

A pair of eyes stared straight at this guy who suddenly appeared, a little curious.

Loose hair and stubble, a smudged shirt that was unbuttoned several times, and a crooked tie around the neck.

These traits only indicate that this guy is a raunchy existence.

Bourkeso was still forging and had no interest in the new guy.

"What, kid? What surprised you by my appearance? ”

The guy greeted Jill with a smile on his face.

"What did I see, what a strong body! It's amazing! ”

The creature let out an insincere exclamation in a somewhat deliberate tone as he looked at Bourkeso.

Bourkeso finally stopped forging and threw the material from the felt back into the furnace.

"Slag."

These two words are what Bourkeso said about this guy.

Stained with the breath of some demons, it seems to have the shadow of an angel's existence.

But that kind of no-taboo aura made Bourkeso a little displeased.

Despite the fact that this guy has long been intertwined with evil and justice, Bourkeso is still unwilling to face him with the attitude of treating normal people.

If it weren't for the smell of life coming from this guy's body, Bourkeso wouldn't even mind throwing this guy out.

"Isn't it too much to call me that?"

After this guy heard Bourkeso's thunderous voice, he didn't mean to be angry in the slightest, but responded to Bourkeso with a hippie smile.

As if for this guy, dignity is not something to be valued at all.

"Stained with heaven and hell, and full of sin, he doesn't even deserve to breathe!"

The hammer in Bourkeso's hand landed heavily on the felt, and he turned and walked towards the disgusting bastard.

This mixed scent is like perfume sprayed on a rotting garbage heap, and it has no meaning except to be more disgusting.

As if to match Bourkeso's words, the guy coughed violently, then pulled a squeezed, twisted cigarette out of his pocket and placed it on his mouth.

"Dude, can I borrow a fire from you?"

The fellow stopped coughing, and immediately pointed to the burning stove with his chin, facing Bourkeso without fear.

After all, for a guy with a short life, there seemed to be nothing to fear from him.

Bourkeso walked up to the creature, his white beard trembling with his movements.

"Idiot, you'd better get out of here before I get angry."

Although the hellish aura of this world is too far behind the other side, there don't seem to be many powerful and righteous angels in heaven worthy of respect.

Bourkeso did his best to restrain himself from acting faster than he could think.

This guy is even more annoying than a ruffian.

"Don't be so hostile, man. I feel like you need my help, which is why I'm here. ”

The guy pulled a lighter out of his pocket and tried to light it repeatedly.

"I think I'll have to borrow a fire."

The guy raised his chin at Bourkeso again.

In exchange, Bourkeso grabbed the collar of this guy casually and threw it into the distance.

Bourkeso still didn't put up with this guy's mortal and gave him a ride.

Most of the time, the smell of complexity represents complex people, but the stench that comes from sin will not disappear even if it is washed with the spring water of the High Heavens.

On the other hand, the light in the sludge will not be completely obscured.

It's better to stay away from this kind of chaotic guy, otherwise it will be a continuous stream of troubles that will only make people sick.

Although this guy hates it, there is no need to send him to death, this guy's body can't support it for long.

"Ahem! Here's my business card, you guys seem to need some professional help! ”

The guy lay on the ground and pulled out a crumpled card and held it high.