Coulson eventually left the blacksmith shop in Bourkeso with a puzzled head.

It's not that Bourkeso has any reservations about him, it's just that he really doesn't have any real feelings about Bourqueso's story.

What names like Masa Ildia Polo represented, he simply did not understand.

Despite what Bourkeso had done to his best, he was still a little troubled.

After all, no one can expect a barbarian to tell the story of his battles.

Therefore, Bourkeso's account is full of descriptions such as "I just smashed its dog head with a knife", and even if Coulson asked, he only got a reply like "I just smashed its dog head with a knife".

In the end, Bourkeso spoke so much that he even wanted to have a drink with Coulson.

Fortunately, he was very good at communicating and listening, so this time Bourkeso spoke very happily.

But for Coulson, who listens, it's like trying to find usable information from "fake news," and it's bald.

The problem is that Bourkeso's accounts are all true, not fake news.

The meeting ended with a rare exchange of joy with Bourquesso, and Coulson felt that he had nothing to gain.

Finally, Coulson said that he would visit again and bring some of his treasured wines.

During the conversation between the two men, Coulson made a video recording of the whole process after obtaining Bourkeso's consent, intending to analyze it later when he returned.

They called the S.H.I.E.L.D. department and left contact information for Bourkeso, and then they took Kilgrave's body away, saying that they would dispose of it properly.

This was recognized by Bourkeso, who finally did not have to clean the traces left by the bastards himself.

Overall, Bourkeso had a very nice day.

But for Coulson, he felt like his hairline was a little bit higher.

"Someone! Damn it! ”

Just as Bourkeso was about to make a fire to cook, there was a shout and a dull knocking sound from the basement.

It was then that Bourkeso remembered that he had thrown the woman named Jessica into the basement.

Bourquesor walked over and opened the basement door, watching Jessica bypass him and rush to the door of the blacksmith's shop.

Then he saw the clear fist prints on the basement door, and then looked at Jessica, who was nervous.

"Looks like you're going to have to compensate me for the iron door."

That's the first thing Bourkeso and Jessica say.

Although the door was still functional, the fist mark on it made him decide that it was better to change it.

It might be a good idea to build a shield to use as a door to the basement, but at this size, it seems that only those tower shields that can be used by the Holy Cult will be suitable.

Jessica wakes up with memories of what happened before.

Although she was controlled by Kilgrave, she was clear about what had happened before. The control of the purple man only seems to behave like hypnosis, but it is basically the command of other people's bodies, but it does not affect the mental activity.

After coming out of the basement, she immediately turned her attention to the location of Kilgrave's body, and she was inevitably a little flustered when she didn't see anything.

Then she realized that the body should have been disposed of.

As a private detective, she spends most of her time investigating other people's privacy like a paparazzi, but she is a superhuman herself, and she has seen a lot of strange things.

Disposing of corpses was not so new to her.

"How much?"

Jessica's expression calmed down, and she subconsciously fiddled with her hair.

"I don't know, you can watch it."

Bourqueso's knowledge of the prices of the world was limited to the price of some food, and he certainly did not know how much a ten-centimeter-thick metal door was worth.

Jessica was stunned for a moment when she heard this, in her understanding, such an expression could represent a huge amount of money.

It's as if when she says to a customer, "You look at it, let's give", it doesn't mean that the other party can give less, but "You have to make me satisfied, and you can try less." ”

"Okay, I may not have enough money on me, but for your sake, I'll raise money for you."

Jessica misunderstood what Bourkesso meant, so she planned to pay him along with his gratitude for solving the nightmare of the Purple Man.

So she plans to go back and make money, although she hasn't figured out how to make a huge amount of money yet, but she doesn't care, it's a big deal to rob those street thugs, and those guys can't do anything about her anyway.

"I still have so much on me, can I settle dinner with you if I have the money to cook?"

Jessica pulled out a purse from her body, took out a ten-dollar bill and a few coins, and placed them on the table together and asked Bourkeso.

Although Jessica is too direct and self-acquainted, her direct nature makes Bourkeso feel very comfortable. It's like the pattern he gets along with Sonya.

How can barbarians have so much time to think about those twists and turns, in the world of Diablo, humanity is about to perish under the attack of demons, who has the heart to engage in any intrigue.

Even if there were, it was some guys who couldn't get on the table.

"Yes."

Bourkeso pocketed all the money on the table, and although he was not short of money, he needed some change to use as Gil's allowance.

That's just right, he doesn't need to go out of his way to exchange change.

Bourkeso took two loaves of brown bread from a small closet and placed them on the table.

Then he took out the milk for Jill from the fridge, poured out some and put it in the pot, and put the rest back.

As he began to light a fire to boil milk, he heard a series of bangs on the table.

When he turned around, he saw Jessica holding the loaf of bread and smashing it on the table, making a thumping sound.

"You can eat this for a dozen pieces?"

Jessica looked at Bourkesso, stunned.

A dozen dollars is enough for her to have a decent dinner, at least to see the meat.

You can even have a few drinks.

"That's all I have here."

Bourkeso turned back and placed the pot on the stove.

As the milk is heated, a sweet aroma fills the room.

Jessica's body felt a strong feeling of hunger from this sweet scent, and her stomach let out a gurgling sound.

"Do you have any wine here?"

Jessica hurriedly spoke to hide her embarrassment.

Finally regained her composure from a series of unbelievable events, and she wanted to drink.

Not for liking, but for getting drunk.

Ever since she was controlled by the Purple Man, she needed a lot of alcohol to suppress the guilt and intense headaches every time she left that crumb.

Now that the guy is dead and the nightmare is over, she wants to have a good drink and celebrate.

Bourkeso took a bottle of eaux-de-vie from his backpack and placed it on the table.

Ever since drinking this thing, he's been addicted to eaux-de-vie lately.

After all, in his world, where did he get the conditions to get this kind of pure wine.

However, he didn't feel much of the smell of food in this thing, and it probably wouldn't be long before he would recover from his previous condition.

Jessica didn't care where Burkeso took out the bottle of eaux-de-vie, after all, she wouldn't be surprised if anything happened to her if she was able to ignore the purple man's control and get rid of him cleanly.

But looking at something like the water of life, she was still stunned.

In her world, this thing definitely doesn't belong to wine. Or in the eyes of normal people, this kind of thing with an alcohol content of 97% should be classified as alcohol itself.

The sweet smell of milk in the air intensified, and Bourkeso removed them from the stove the moment the milk boiled, poured them into a porcelain bowl, and placed them in front of Jessica.

"If you're not used to that hard bread, break it up and put it in a bowl."

Then Bourkesor picked up another loaf of brown bread and ate it to himself, and from time to time he took out a bottle of water of life that was still half half left, and continued to drink.

"Okay."

Jessica is not a squeamish woman, she is straightforward and neat.

Watching Bourkeso eat the black bread that could kill people without changing his face, she made sure that Bourkeso didn't mean to embarrass her, and naturally began to eat.

She didn't pay any attention to things like her demeanor when she ate, which made Bourkeso's favor increase a bit.

After all, a character like the arrogant and delicate Li Min will only make the barbarian feel hypocritical.

"What brand of milk is this?"

After taking a sip of milk, Jessica felt the discomfort left by the purple man's control on her body disappear quickly, and she couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

At this time, she no longer cared that she could only eat this kind of black bread that was stronger than the table legs for more than a dozen yuan.

That bottle of eaux-de-vie alone is more than that, not to mention this amazing milk.

Although the strength in the milk was not enough to make her body stronger, the abundant energy made her hunger quickly dissipate.

She knew she owed another favor.