Barnar’s expression was as calm as ever.
These words were all done by Vader before, but Vader is gone.
With Joe Rizzi together.
“Why don’t you go drink Tarik and chat now? Instead of staying with me? Or are you reluctant to part with this good dog? It doesn’t matter, I just keep it, and you can see this lively little guy at any time.
Now go find Tarik.
 Now may be the only time you can hear his true words.”
Barnar said while teasing the puppy in his arms.
 He no longer looked up at Rumlow.
Barnar has never been very optimistic about these new recruits.
 So he behaves a little bit distant from others.
 It is a tragedy that a world needs countless warriors.
 But Barnard had no choice.
Either become a warrior and protect everything you see, or die a wailing death as a victim.
His dream as a child was to be a farmer.
 …
 “Bulquesso, I think we can talk now.”
Johanna sat on a stone opposite Bulcasso and spoke very seriously.
 The armor on her body was constantly glowing, and it was obvious that her mood was not that good.
 “What do you think of Steve?”
Burkeso said casually.
By the way, I moved my body, and the newly scabbed wounds cracked a little, and some blood oozed out.
 “Bulkess, you are a warrior, you know what to do after being injured.”
Johanna frowned and said.
 The Law of Hope on her body suddenly expanded in a circle, which helped the recovery of the injury.
“I met Steve at the feet of the secret guards. He is a hero. At least an upright man.”
Burkeso had no intention of talking about his injury. Instead, he talked about Steve.
He held the mountain-splitting ax in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This is Qualkek's treasure. Not even Bulcaisel has the opportunity to look at this legend in such detail.
 Now, this legend was entrusted to Bulcaisel as a reward for the best warrior among the new recruits.
 Among the young people Bulquesso observed, it seemed that no one was strong enough to carry the legend of Qualcaike without being buried.
 This made him hesitate.
 “Integrity may not always be rewarded, but villains always thrive.”
Johanna said softly.
 “Okay, you want to know my purpose, right?”
Burkeso looked at Johanna in front of him seriously.
If Bulcaisel was still hesitant before letting Johanna know everything, now he is ready to let his partners share this responsibility.
 “Now I don’t want to.”
Johanna looked directly into Bulcaisel’s eyes and said:
 “I’m still not strong enough, that’s why you hesitate.
　　If I were stronger than you, then you would be the one begging me to bear these burdens for you.
Burkeso, I can feel that you have never been selfless enough to want to shoulder everything on your own.
 It’s just that among us Nephalem, you are the most powerful, so you have to bear everything.”
Johanna dug into her backpack and took out a shriveled apple.
“This is the only thing I have to protect myself from the power of Malthael.”
This apple was lifted high, although it was full of wrinkles and had no trace of moisture.
 But this apple is shining with a warm light.
 It was the only thing Johanna had protected from death.
 The seeds inside can still germinate, grow into a fruit tree, and continue to give birth to life.
“I plan to give this to Steve. If he can remain strong and strong, then I can also give him the name Johanna.”
 “As long as you approve of him.”
Burkeso said.
At this time, Bulcaisel was suddenly shocked to notice the wrinkles appearing on Johanna's face.
 As a Nephalem with infinite lifespan, wrinkles signify the aging of the mind.
Johanna is no longer the little girl he saved from the devil.
“We know nothing about Malthael now.”
 “But I will only be stronger than him.”
Burkeso interrupted Johanna rudely.
“Will the strong be victorious!? Tell me! Aren’t those ancestors strong? Aren’t the first generations who fell under the conspiracy strong?
Burkeso! How long will you continue to deceive yourself!?
　　When you use your sacrifice to exchange for opportunities, until you use your life to prove that you have failed!?"
Johanna roared!
 The power in his body keeps rising, turning everything around him into a prison of thunder!
 “Fist of Heaven? It seems you have become stronger.”
Burkeso said with an expressionless expression.
 Then he tore off the charred skin on his body that had been bombarded by the Fist of Heaven, and casually took out an earthen jar from his backpack.
That's the legacy of Qualkek.
 The only drink left by this old general who practiced prudence and perseverance all his life.
Burkeso poured it into his mouth, ignoring the increasingly intense lightning strikes.
 “You won’t keep winning. Bulcaisel!”
 Johanna's voice was accusatory.
　A bit sharp and full of sadness!
 “I will win! I want to win more than anyone else.”
Burkeso said calmly.
 Gently wiped off the mud seal on the earthen pot with his hand.
 “So I won’t lose.”
 After Bulcasso said this, he raised his head and slowly poured the wine from the earthen jar into his mouth.
 “Bitter, just as I thought.”
 He said softly.
 Qualkirk's Bitters.
Burkeso had already thought of it.
To be continued...