Colson finally left the blacksmith shop of Bulcaisel with doubts in his head.
It's not that Bulcasso has any reservations about him, it's just that he really doesn't have any real feelings about Bulcasso's story.
It was simply difficult for him to understand what a name like Massail Diavolo meant.
Although Bulcaisel had told it as best as he could, he was still troubled.
After all, no one can expect a barbarian to tell his battle story vividly.
Therefore, Burquesso's narrative is filled with descriptions such as "I chopped its dog's head in half with one knife." Even if Coulson asked, he only got "I chopped its dog's head in half with one knife."
reply.
By the end, Bulkesso was so excited that he even wanted to have a drink with Coulson.
Fortunately, he is very good at communication and listening, so Bulkesso spoke very happily this time.
But for Colson, who was listening, it was like trying to find usable information in "fake news", which made people bald.
The problem is that what Bulquesso told is true and not fake news.
So the end of this meeting was that Bulcasso had a rare and heartfelt exchange with others, while Coulson felt that he had gained nothing.
Finally, Colson said that he would come to visit again in the future and would bring some of his collection of fine wines.
During the conversation between the two people, Coulson videotaped and recorded the entire conversation with Bulqueso's consent, intending to analyze it after he returned.
They also called SHIELD's department that specializes in funeral affairs and left Bulcaisel's contact information. Then they took Kilgrave's body away and said they would dispose of it properly.
This approach was approved by Bulqueso, because he finally no longer had to clean up the traces left by these bastards himself.
Overall, Bulkesso had a very pleasant day.
But for Colson, he felt that his hairline was a billion points higher.
"Someone come! Damn it!"
Just when Bulcaisso was about to light a fire to cook, a shout and dull knocking sounds came from the basement.
Only then did Bulqueso remember that he had thrown the woman named Jessica into the basement.
Bulcasso walked over and opened the basement door, watching Jessica avoid him and rush to the door of the blacksmith shop.
Then he saw the clear fist prints on the basement door, and then looked at Jessica who was looking nervous.
"It looks like you have to compensate me for this iron door."
These were the first words spoken by Bulcasso and Jessica.
Although the door was still usable, the fist marks on it made him decide that it would be better to replace it.
Perhaps it would be a good idea to build a shield as the door to the basement, but according to this size, it seems that only those tower shields that can be used by the Crusaders are suitable.
After Jessica woke up, she still had memories of what happened before.
Although she was controlled by Kilgrave, she was still clear about what happened before. Purple Man's control only appeared to be hypnotic, but it was basically commanding other people's bodies and did not affect mental activities.
After coming out of the basement, she immediately turned her attention to the location of Kilgrave's body. She was inevitably a little panicked when she saw nothing.
Then she realized that the body should have been disposed of.
Although she is a private detective by profession, she spends most of her time investigating other people's privacy like a paparazzi, but as a superhuman being, she has also seen a lot of strange things.
Disposing of corpses was nothing new to her.
"How much?"
Jessica's expression calmed down and she subconsciously fiddled with her hair.
"I don't know either, just wait and see."
Burquesso's understanding of prices in this world was limited to the prices of some foods. Of course he didn't know how much a ten-centimetre-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 sum of money.
It's like when she says to a customer, "You can give it as you see fit." It doesn't mean that the other party can give you less, but "You have to satisfy me. If it's less, try it."
"Okay, I may not have enough money, but for the sake of you solving that guy, I will raise money for you."
Jessica misunderstood what Bulcaisuo meant, so she planned to pay him along with her gratitude for solving the nightmare of the Purple Man.
So she plans to go back to make money. Although she hasn't figured out how to make a huge sum of money yet, she doesn't care. At worst, she will rob those street gangsters. Anyway, those guys can't do anything to her.
"I still have so much money with me. If I use it as cooking money, can I pay for dinner at your place?"
Jessica took out a wallet from her body, took out a ten-dollar note and a few coins, put them on the table and asked Bulcasso.
Although Jessica was too direct and familiar with Jilai, her straightforward temperament made Bulcasso feel very comfortable. It was just like the way he got along with Sonya.
How can barbarians have so much time to think about those twists and turns? In the world of Diablo, mankind is about to perish under the attack of demons, so who has the time to engage in intrigues.
Even if there are, they are just guys who can't get on the stage.
"Can."
Bulcaisel put all the money on the table into his pocket. Although he was not short of money, he needed some change as Jill's pocket money.
This is just right, he doesn't need to go out to exchange change.
Bulcasso took out two loaves of black bread from a small closet and placed them on the table.
Then he took out the milk prepared for Jill from the refrigerator, poured some out into the pot, and put the rest back.
When he started to light the fire to boil the milk, he heard a series of knocking sounds on the table.
When he turned around, he saw Jessica taking the piece of bread and smashing it on the table, making a "dong-dong-dong" sound.
"You can eat this for only ten yuan?"
Jessica looked at Bulcasso with astonishment on her face.
A dozen yuan was enough for her to have a decent dinner, at least she could see some meat.
You can even have a few drinks.
"This is all I have here."
Bulcasso turned back and placed the milk pot in his hand on the stove fire.
As the milk was heated, a sweet aroma filled the room.
Jessica's body felt a strong sense of hunger under this sweet fragrance, and her stomach made a gurgling sound.
"Do you have any wine here?"
Jessica spoke quickly to cover up her embarrassment.
Finally regaining her composure from a series of unbelievable things, she wanted to drink.
Not for liking, but for getting drunk.
Since being controlled by Purple Man, she needs a lot of alcohol to suppress the guilt and severe headache every time she leaves that bastard.
Now that the guy is dead and the nightmare is over, she wants to have a good drink to celebrate.
Bulcasso took out a bottle of water of life from his backpack and placed it on the table.
Since drinking this thing, he has been addicted to the water of life recently.
After all, where in his world could he have the conditions to obtain wine of such purity?
However, he couldn't feel much of the smell of food in this thing, and it probably wouldn't take long for him to return to his previous state.
Jessica didn't care where Bulqueso took out the bottle of water of life. After all, she could ignore the purple man's control and kill him cleanly. She wouldn't be surprised by anything that happened to him.
However, she was still stunned when she saw something like the water of life.
In her world, this thing definitely does not belong to alcohol. In other words, 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 became more intense. Bulcasso took the milk off the stove the moment it boiled, poured it into a porcelain bowl, and placed it in front of Jessica.
"If you are not used to such hard bread, just break it into pieces and put it in a bowl."
Then Bulcasso picked up another loaf of black bread and ate it by himself. From time to time he took out a half-empty bottle of water of life and continued to drink.
"All right."
Jessica is not a squeamish woman, she is straightforward and neat.
Seeing Bulcasso eating the black bread that could kill someone without changing her expression, she naturally started eating after confirming that Bulcasso was not deliberately making things difficult for her.
She didn't pay attention to things like manners when eating, which made Bulcasso's favor increase.
After all, a character like the arrogant and refined Li Min would only make barbarians feel pretentious.
"What brand of milk is this!"
After taking a sip of milk, Jessica felt that the discomfort left on her body due to the purple man's control disappeared quickly, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.
At this time, she no longer cared that she had spent more than ten dollars to eat only this kind of black bread that was stronger than a table leg.
The bottle of water of life alone is already more than this price, not to mention this magical milk.
Although the power in milk was not enough to make her body stronger, the abundant energy quickly eliminated her hunger.
