Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Asgard, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

Jill was holding a collection of Nordic stories and asked Bulkelso, and got a thoughtful answer from Bulkelso.

The continuous beating sound from the blacksmith shop became the melody of this moment.

"It says that Thor has a magical hammer that can control thunder and lightning."

Jill flipped through the storybook in her hand, and narrated to Bulkeso with some expectation.

"Oh, I have something like this here too."

Bulkeso's response seemed perfunctory.

He has long forged this kind of weapon that can control lightning.

Son of Odin, the name of this legendary weapon.

Although he had long forgotten who Odin was, this did not prevent him from questioning how this guy called Odin gave birth to a hammer.

Fairy tales are not very interesting to Bulkelso.

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

When you are tired, find a place to sleep directly. Before going to bed, you must drink a few sips of strong wine, then scan the surrounding environment, and never leave the devil in front of you until the next day to solve it.

Even the most experienced physicians, after seeing Bulkeso, have rated him as healthy.

For him, mythology is no different from everyday life.

The hammer whose body was thundering all the time was thrown into the corner after being used by him for a while.

The power attached to this weapon is simply too weak.

Jill was a little disappointed, not because Bulkelso said these things were very common, but because his sharing was not taken seriously.

"If you like this kind of weapon, I can forge one for you to play with after you become a great warrior."

Bulkelso continued to forge calmly.

Although he generally doesn't care much about the legendary power endowed on legendary equipment, most of this power represents some kind of rule.

The existence of the breath of death material is just to give the material a chance to bear the rules.

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

Demons themselves are the rules of hell, and their death embodies part of the rules.

During the rare vacation, Jill wants to find something to do, after all, it is too boring to always appear between the school and the blacksmith shop.

"Ooooh! This place is amazing!"

A lazy voice sounded, and there was a bit of nagging.

A guy with a haggard face stepped into the gate of the blacksmith shop.

"There seems to be something extraordinary in it, but it's really an exciting thing!"

This guy talked on his own, as if he was familiar without any barriers.

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

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

Scattered hair and stubble, a stained shirt with several buttons unbuttoned, and a crooked tie hanging around his neck.

These characteristics can only show that this guy is a rough existence.

Bulkelso is still forging, and has no reason to be interested in this new guy.

"What, child? My appearance surprises you?"

The guy greeted Jill with a smile.

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

When this guy looked at Bulkelso, he let out an insincere exclamation in a somewhat deliberate tone.

Bulkelso finally stopped forging and threw the materials on the iron felt back into the furnace.

"Scum."

These two words are Bulkelso's evaluation of this guy.

Contaminated with some devil's breath, it seems to have the shadow of an angel.

But that kind of no-holds-barred atmosphere displeased Buer Kaisuo.

Although the crime and justice entangled in this guy have long been intertwined, Burkasso is still unwilling to face him with the attitude of treating normal people.

If it weren't for this guy's breath that his life was about to disappear, Bulkelso wouldn't even mind throwing this guy out.

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

After hearing Bulkelso's muffled voice, this guy didn't mean to be angry at all. Instead, he responded to Bulkelso with a hippie smile.

It's as if dignity isn't something to value at all for this guy.

"Poisoned with heaven and hell, and covered in sin, he doesn't even deserve to breathe!"

The hammer in Bulkasso's hand fell heavily on the iron felt, and he turned and walked towards the disgusting bastard.

This mixed smell is like spraying perfume on a rotting garbage dump, which has no meaning other than making people sicker.

As if to match Bulkelso's words, the guy coughed violently, then took out a squeezed and twisted cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth.

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

After the guy stopped coughing, he immediately pointed to the burning stove with his chin, facing Bulkelso without any fear.

After all, for a guy who is dying, it seems that there is nothing worthy of his fear.

Bulkelso walked up to the guy's eyes, his white beard trembling with his movements.

"You idiot, you better get out of here before I get mad."

Although the atmosphere of hell in this world is far worse than that on the other side, it seems that there are not many powerful and righteous angels worthy of respect in heaven.

Bulkasso still tried his best to restrain himself from moving faster than his thoughts.

This guy is 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 took out a lighter from his pocket somewhat cumbersomely, and repeatedly tried to light the flame.

"I think, I still have to borrow a fire."

The guy raised his chin again at Bulkasso.

In exchange, Bulkelso grabbed the guy's collar casually and threw it far away.

Bulkelso still couldn't bear this guy's annoyance, and gave him a ride.

Most of the time, a complex breath represents a complex person, but the stench from sin will not disappear even if it is washed with the spring water of a high-level paradise.

On the contrary, the light in the mud will not be completely covered up.

It's better to stay away from this kind of chaotic guy, otherwise there will be a series of disgusting troubles.

Although this guy is annoying, there is no need to send him to die. This guy's body can't last for a long time.

"Ahem! This is my business card, you seem to need some professional help!"

The guy lay on the ground, took out a crumpled card and held it up high.