"The name of Bourkeso."

Bourkeso muttered as he cooled the metal in his hand, which had been added more than fifty times, into the water.

The water vapor rose with a "bang" sound, condensing into a small droplet of water on his beard and hanging there, which was a little funny.

The first piece of material has been processed, leaving only fist-sized metal with unimaginable strength.

But metal of this size was not large enough to make a barbarian weapon.

Bourkeso reached his arm into the furnace, and under the scorching flames, he could finally take a sip of the spirits.

"Damn, when will this vial be able to be used without injury?"

Bourkeso complained "in a low voice" that there was no good fighting here, so if he wanted to taste the wine, then he had to hurt himself.

It's not a big deal, but hurting yourself is never comfortable.

"Maybe you can try the best wine of our world?"

Ancient One's voice rang out from the doorway, drawing a look of contempt from Bourkeso.

"I've tasted the wine of your world, and it's full of blending! There's even a smell of rusty metal! ”

Bourqueso is also a top winemaker, and his quest for wine is not something that can be easily satisfied.

"Maybe you just didn't get good enough wine?"

Gu Yi took out a delicate-looking gourd from behind him, and threw it directly at Burkeso without opening it.

The old one knew what Bourquesso was complaining about, and the best drink he could buy without much money was beer from the convenience store at the entrance of the park.

How could the product of that industry satisfy the appetite of this barbarian?

Bourkeso set aside the metal in front of him, and poured all the water that had been used to cool it onto the iron felt in front of him.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose a lot with the rising steam, and beads of sweat were already hanging on the reflective bald head of the ancient one.

"Mage, use your mana, your weak body can't withstand such an environment."

Bourkeso opened the gourd that the Ancient One had given him, sniffed it, and then said this.

He understood that the ancient one's behavior of enduring the heat was a sign of respect for him, after all, this humble room was already the property of the barbarians.

And Bourkeso's way of reciprocating this respect is by sharing the space with the mage.

For Bourkeso, wealth is the least worth mentioning.

"Thank you for your generosity."

After Gu Yi bowed slightly, the sweat on his body disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"I wonder if you've been used to it lately?"

The Ancient One said to Bourkeso, who was drinking.

"It's not bad, it's just that the laid-back of this world is making me rust."

Bourkeso's praise is mainly focused on the wine in his hand, and his evaluation of the world can only be described as leisurely.

"I am here to thank you for the equipment you have given us. I hope you don't mind that this thank you came a little late. ”

Of course, the "toy" that Bourkeso gave to those mages, the Ancient One, also had it, and when she put on that bracer, she felt the changes in her body.

The strength of her physical body had more than doubled, and on the surface of her body, there was a layer of untraceable protection, which, according to her estimates, would at least allow her to resist the power of a fragmentation grenade exploding beside her.

This is also a novel experience for the Ancient One, whose strength comes from the use of mana and spells.

In her defenselessness, her body was not much stronger than that of an ordinary woman.

"So, what can you do for me? Mage? ”

Bourkeso's voice was still loud and shrill for perhaps he had not been able to learn to whisper for the long time of his life.

After all, in that kind of tragic battle, even Li Min, a mage who pursued refinement, could only shout loudly to make her partners hear her words.

Not to mention the barbarians who constantly let out their war cries, their voices are a symbol of strength.

Bourkeso's words were not at all polite, after all, mages had always been one of the least liked groups of barbarians, just better than demons.

"There's nothing you can do for me, because I don't need your help."

Bourkeso drank all the wine from the gourd in his hand.

It's a good drink, but it's a bit more unusual than the treasures made by Bourquesso himself.

"If I were given good grain, I would be able to make a thousand times better wine."

Bourkeso said as he threw the empty gourd back to the Ancient One.

"Try this! Mage! ”

Bourkeso took out a silvery-white bottle from his backpack and threw it to the Ancient One.

"Endless Diamond Elixir" is the name of this bottle.

After drinking the potion, in addition to the powerful recovery ability, you can also obtain a good elemental resistance, whether it is fire or thunder, as long as it is an elemental potion, it can have a resisting effect.

All sorts of potions, Bourkeso didn't know how many.

For him, the different potions were just to label their flavors.

The taste of this bottle is the same as the gourd wine given to him by the ancient master, which is simply made from wheat and distilled and purified.

However, Bourkeso's wine is a fusion of the blood of the Hell Demon King and the powerful spring water of the High Heavens, and the taste in it is naturally far superior to the grain wine brought by the Ancient One.

"Most mages die early, so you can keep this bottle of wine for yourself."

Bourkeso didn't care that his words might be taken as a curse, but it was the gentlest tone he could come up with to a mage.

Although most mages are nimble enough to keep their enemies from finding their traces, a single mistake can easily lead them into the abyss of death.

"I remember your potion seems to be used only after you have been injured? If I lose my arm, how do I drink it? ”

Gu Yi looked at the white bottle in her hand, and she could feel the healing power from the medicine bottle.

But she asked anyway.

If the potion could only be used by drinking, then she believed that in the world of Bourkeso, called Diablo, there would be countless warriors who would die for this reason.

Bourkeso raised an eyebrow, adding a little relief to his somewhat overly majestic face.

"I like to drink it because it's the spirit I like, and if you just need a treat, then tell it."

The most "correct" way to use this vial is undoubtedly to activate that power through the mind, so that it can be treated quickly and effectively.

"Now that the break is over, I'm going to keep forging. Stay there if you like it, and don't bother me until I stop, mage! ”

Bourkeso's was unceremonious to the Ancient One Mage, and certainly there was no need to be polite. How precious that bottle of potion was to this world, the ancient one was naturally clear.

The Ancient One took out the food she had brought from behind her and placed it on the table that was a little dirty on the side.

You can't ask how hygienic the savages of savages, accustomed to the battlefield environment, are highly hygienic.

Fortunately, science has brought plastic bags to humans, and the Ancient One is not worried about stains on food.

In the blacksmith's shop, the sound of hammers striking on metal began to sound again.