In the higher heaven.
Most of the time, important things happen in the Crystal Dome anyway.
This time is no exception.
Bulcasso waited for his companions, but it was not without any trouble.
"Natsubo, you must have felt it during this process, right?"
It was rare for Bulcaisel to sigh like this.
This fiddling with time was not as smooth as imagined.
“A world that has begun to breed hell?
Countless souls are wailing, but they seem to regard the soul as another life form."
Natsubo's voice is not very pleasant.
His old accent, which is always a little weak, makes his voice easily associated with fear.
Natsubo didn't come back with all his strength.
So now he looks very skinny, like a withered hemp stalk.
"I killed Azmodan in that world.
I think you all understand what this means.
This is why I will say this after Li Min leaves.
Although I don’t think this can be hidden from Li Min.”
Bulcaisel scratched his beard.
It seemed that this incident made Li Min know something bad.
“Young people’s hearts will always suddenly become excited for certain people and things.
But you, this guy, are only a few hundred years old.
Why do you think like those old monsters who have been around for who knows how many years?”
Vera rolled her eyes and said.
Vera is not young.
Although she doesn't look much different from a little girl.
But Vera is a real demon hunter who has existed for at least hundreds of years.
The appearance of a witcher never shows age.
But just creating a legendary weapon takes about a hundred years...
And Vera's legend is called Vera's legacy...
Vera is a demon hunter who has died in legend...
Although no one has seen her body in the legend, some people say that she is fighting in another world.
But the truth is not that complicated.
She just stayed anonymous for a long time.
"If you ask me, we older guys still have to let the young people join the discussion.
Letting young people mature faster is the most correct choice, isn't it?"
Natsubo scratched his slightly bulging belly...
This action is somewhat inelegant.
But neither Bulcasso nor Vera had anything to say about it.
This is just a gathering among senior citizens.
By the way, I am just discussing the crisis that occurs in a world.
"Forget it, young people have to let them have enough fun before they can really start thinking about how to save the world.
And not everyone has to be a hero."
Bulcasso took out a large jar from his backpack, which contained the wine he had brewed not long ago.
"This jar always looks familiar to me."
Vera directly took the jar and poured it into her mouth before speaking.
Before she could finish her words, the wine jar in her hand was snatched away by Nazbo.
"Aren't they just the jars used by angels to hold ashes? There is no difference even if they are washed."
Natsubo poured wine into his mouth after he finished speaking.
Then the three of them laughed together.
This can be regarded as a prank played by these older nephalems on the higher heavens.
This jar is not the jar that has already contained ashes.
Rather, these somewhat evil old guys specially commissioned the craftsmen of Sanctuary to imitate them.
It was the same jar that Bulqueso used to anger Impris at that time.
Destroying the remains of a noble person? This kind of thing is immoral at the very least.
And these Nephalem are not that boring either.
As for the damage accidentally caused during the battle, nothing can be done about it.
You can't ask these Nephalem to be careful not to damage the environment when fighting, right?
"I almost forgot the last time it was just the three of us.
But I still remember that time I called Madoc and the others, and we seemed to compete in the speed of killing demons when we were drunk?"
Bulcasso took out two more jars and three pottery bowls.
These things were placed on the ground, and then Bulcaisel pointed at Vera with his chin.
Vera touched her crossbow with a somewhat cold smile.
"Every time you ask me to prepare food?
Haven't you two learned a specialty dish or two in all these years?"
Vera teased the two of them.
"You know that the food I left behind was brown bread that lasted forever.
If you are willing to eat, then I will prepare the food?"
As he spoke, Bulcasso took out half of the black bread from his backpack.
But before he could pull out the other half, Natsubo held his hand down.
"Man, I don't want to release my contracted soul just to eat the food you prepared.
Now I am physically unable to chew the food you prepared."
Natsubo's eyes were very determined.
He was very serious about organizing Bulkesso to bring out the black bread.
"What about you? Natsubo!
For years, Burquetso would provide the drinks and I would provide the food!
Then what did you do?"
Vera took out the dried meat from her backpack angrily...
The Craftsmanship of a Witcher.
Although it cannot be compared with those professional chefs.
But among this small group, this is already the best food.
To be continued...