Just before Rumlow began treatment, he was also subjected to a forced water audit.

Perhaps it was the events that had awakened him before, or perhaps the miraculous power of the Holy Mountain of Harogas, which he had passed with clarity of consciousness and restraint.

Just as he began his treatment, Bourkeso was taking Jill to the Sanctuary in New York.

In that place, the Ancient One had already brought a cow with him, and even those mage apprentices had mastered the corresponding professional skills.

Now is the time for Bourkeso to bring about a transformation on the cow, and this is the first step in changing Gil's constitution.

At least not for Jill to grow up skinny and weak, so she wasn't a barbarian at all.

"Uncle, what is the purpose of this ring?"

Jill raised his right hand with the ring in front of him and looked at the ring that no longer shone brightly.

When used, these legendary pieces of equipment don't shine.

Otherwise, the appearance of a guy who shines with all kinds of light on the battlefield will only attract more enemies, although the barbarians may be ecstatic about it.

Unfortunately, these pieces of equipment are indistinguishable from normal things as long as they are worn on the body.

Unless someone can identify them by their appearance, they can't see how powerful they are.

"Able to protect you."

Bourkeso said nonchalantly.

It's been a long time since he's had a ring on his hand, and this time he had to put the Unity Ring on his hand to keep him safe, which he had abandoned in the warehouse.

This feeling of being absent for a long time made him a little uncomfortable.

"There's the New York Sanctuary up ahead, and I think the mages in there probably know me."

Bourkeso led Jill into the building shrouded in energy, and Jill knocked on the door before he could use the barbarian's method of opening the door.

"Wait a minute! It's busy here! ”

There was a somewhat panting voice coming from inside, sounding like he was doing some physical work.

Bourkeso could even hear the low, stubborn roar of the ox.

"Looks like your milk supplier has arrived."

When Jill heard Bourkeso's words, he began to conceive in his head the image of the cow he knew.

But after receiving a happy education, he can only remember the image of the cartoon picture with a big head.

There was a creak, and a crack opened in the door, and a middle-aged chubby man with a somewhat round head came out.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit of a mess in there right now, and Mike is clamoring to leave."

As he spoke, it seemed as if someone had squeezed the door heavily, and the poor mage's neck was jammed against the door, and his face turned red in just a moment.

"I'll do it."

Bourkeso gently pressed his palm against the door, and with a slight force he opened the door.

He didn't feel any resistance, and perhaps the strength of a cow was nothing to a barbarian.

Bourkeso freed the poor mage from the crack in the door and led Gil into the sanctuary.

"I haven't thanked you yet."

The mage was holding a hemp rope in his hand and said in embarrassment, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to the nose ring of the ox, and he tugged hard with some uneasiness.

"My name is King Chris, you can call me King. The Supreme Master has just arranged for the New York Sanctuary, and I've already heard from the teacher about you. ”

The ox in Wang's hand took two steps in the other direction with some unease, and dragged the poor mage to a stagger.

"It looks like you're not just a mage, but you also have a lot of skills to use in battle."

Bourkeso examined the mage named King a little, and could see some signs of his tempered strength in his slightly bloated figure.

"Ah, I learned not only spells from my teacher, but also some martial arts."

The king looked at Bourkeso's complexion and said, "It's kung fu, well, insert you to death on an empty stomach." ”

His explanation was unnecessary, after all, Bourkeso was not here for this.

"So this cow is the one that was specially prepared?"

Bourkeso walked over to the not very peaceful cow, and the cow fell silent.

Legend has it that the Barbarian and the Druid's ancestors were brothers, so for ordinary animals, the Barbarian is a presence worth getting close to.

The cow let out a long mooing sound, which was considered to have said hello.

"So, let's make it smarter."

As he spoke, Bourkeso took out a crockpot from his backpack that looked a little broken and placed it in front of the cow.

He picked up the jar from the ground when he was in heaven, sprinkled the white ashes on the ground, and then brought it to hold water.

He didn't know why the High Heavens were full of such strange jars, and just as he was putting them in the spring, Prius rushed up at him with the steel fork-like weapon.

As for the other angels, none of them dared to approach Bourkeso, who was always covered in blood, and told him that the jars were used to hold the ashes of the noble collected after their deaths.

Even if Bourkeso knew about it, he wouldn't have cared about it, and he wouldn't drink the water himself anyway.

The cow almost instinctively sensed the power of the crockpot in front of him, and couldn't wait to race his head into the jar.

You can see the ears of the cows still outside shaking happily.

Wang and Jill watched in amazement as the cow's body began to radiate bursts of golden light.

"Is that jar some powerful magic weapon? I could feel the mixture of the sacred and the noble. ”

The king muttered to himself, the power emanating from the cow was almost comparable to the power in his body.

"It's been in heaven for so many years, and it should be called a powerful magic weapon by your standards."

Bourkeso watched the cow change and nodded slightly.

"So let's start collecting now, this kid is in need of nutrition."

Bourkeso didn't mean to say any more.

As for how much can be collected, it is the business of the mages, as long as they can provide Gil with the amount he needs every day, the excess will be regarded as the wages paid to the workers.

The king's eyes were still focused on the broken crockpot, but his body walked over to the cow and began to use his newfound skills.

Jill tugged at Bourkeso's arm:

"Uncle, can I look around here?"

When Bourkeso heard this, he just set his eyes on the king who was working, and before he could speak, the king had already agreed.

There are about forty or fifty mages resident in the New York Sanctuary, and these people have all received news from the Ancient One a few days ago, and they just don't exist for Bourkeso and Jill.

And the existence of the king is to restrain these mages who were originally considered the pride of the sky a little, not to do rude things.