$398 Trouble

"What does this have to do with housework?"

Luke was a little curious about what Maddock said.

In his opinion, this kind of housework should be shared, not all handed over to one person.

It's just that Luke never thought about whether Jessica would do housework.

After all, it's still unknown whether a guy who used to drink and live a sloppy life would do housework.

"Winners fight, losers manage the house. This is our habit back then."

Madock obviously didn't want to stay on this topic for too long, which reminded him of some beautiful and heartwarming things in the past.

But now he is more worried about whether Luke can catch up with Jessica.

To be honest, hard work is the biggest reliance for winning when the gap between talent is not widened.

Efforts are also the only choice to explore potential and talent.

It's just that there is indeed a huge gap in talent between Jessica and Luke now.

After all, the legendary Blade of the God of War contains all of Orlak. Even if Jessica, who inherited the Blade of the God of War, is not strong enough to use the power of the legend, she can continue to purify her blood from it.

In addition to the name of the God of War, Orlak gave Jessica everything he could give.

And this makes her and Orlak more similar.

Jessica can now be said to be a very pure barbarian of the Great Bear Tribe. Before Luke can walk a quarter of the way through the secret realm of Maddock, he will be at a disadvantage in the competition of talents.

As for simple wrestling, Jessica and Luke have not tried it yet.

But it is estimated that it will not take much time.

There will be no lazy among the barbarians.

There are a lot of ancestors here who are observing and urging everywhere.

And the former Holy Mountain of Harrogas is just a pure snow mountain. Lazily sleeping in bed is easy to get diseases such as arthritis, and there is almost no hope of recovery.

"Luke, are you going to the secret realm with Sonya?" Maddock looked at Luke and said, his words were a little too bland: "That will probably allow you to quickly gain enough foundation, but it is very dangerous. That kind of danger is not comparable to the previous war."

Luke looked up at the purple man who was standing aside and dared not move, and gritted his teeth: "Whose head do you think I should use as a betrothal gift? Of course, this guy, the purple man, is destined to die in my hands!"

"You idiot!"

Madock slapped Luke on the forehead, a little irritable.

But his expression was no longer heavy.

It seems that Luke has made a decision, he will go to the secret realm with Sonya. That's enough.

Maddock doesn't hate Luke, so he has enough expectations for Luke.

He doesn't expect him to take over everything from Maddock, but at least he has to go through half of Maddock's life.

This is already difficult enough.

"If possible, he would be happier if you could bring back the head of the King of Plague."

Madoc whispered in Luke's ear.

Cassius would not like the head of the King of Plague, but Madoc would.

Madoc would then offer a generous betrothal gift and ask Luke to find that bastard Cassius.

Madoc had enough leverage to make Cassius loosen up, but it was not that important. If he could be the strongest, people in this world would not be so bitter.

"You'd better understand the previous lessons in a secret realm where you were taken away. Figure out what you should do when facing a powerful and difficult enemy." Madoc patted Luke on the shoulder: "I will help you fix this guy, and you can kill him when you come back. If you want to play doubles, I can also make him as strong as you."

Madoc pointed at the purple man and turned around.

What happened next should be left for Luke to think about.

This is a kind of growth.

Maddock missed the time when he was still a prophet.

If he was still a prophet, he could see Luke and Jessica's wedding.

Or see what kind of test that bastard Cassius prepared. It's great that Luke made some preparations in advance.

The little husky was still barking at the purple man, and Luke looked at the purple man thoughtfully.

"Your days are about to end! You are lingering on now, even the candle in the wind is more energetic than you.

So you'd better think about your last words, you're almost gone!"

Luke pointed at the purple man's nose and shouted.

Then he picked up the husky, took the leg bone of Banar with him, and walked towards where Banar should be.

Luke thought he might learn something from Banar, such as the method of using anger that the Tagus tribe was proud of...

As for the purple man, whose life was like a candle in the wind, he was temporarily forgotten.

He is now a free-range punching bag, waiting for the day when he will be beaten to pieces. And he has no way to defend himself.

He can't let him strongly condemn it when he is beaten.

When the applause arrives, she will be almost gone.

Before that, she can move a little and feel the preciousness of her life that she has never thought about before.

A stone body, plus his own flesh and blood and a mouse...

These can make him, a stone sculpture, come alive. The purple man is a little too curious.

These guys just said they wanted to kill him, but so far, he hasn't seen anyone determined to kill him.

On the other side, Natasha and Hawkeye were surrounding a fire, with pieces of meat hanging on the iron skewers in their hands.

Grease dripped onto the fire, making a crackling sound.

"Natasha, do you think Sonya can be trusted or not? She seems very decent, but the ancestors treat her with caution."

Hawkeye laughed immediately after asking this question.

This is not something he should worry about, and even SHIELD is not qualified to say anything on this.

Trust is a matter between people, and most of the time it is an exchange of interests between organizations.

It's quite dirty. Although it's quite useful, it doesn't mean it's that important.

Especially some of the special skills Sonya showed made her seem quite trustworthy.

Although the ancestors seemed uneasy about her.

"That depends on whose side you are considering. Barton."

Natasha had a charming smile and her tone seemed casual?

It's not that SHIELD doesn't have a sense of belonging for them, but that sense of belonging is a bit far behind their current lives.

This feeling is called warmth.

While he was chattering, Rorschach opened a portal and appeared not far away.

Rorschach also greeted Natasha and Hawkeye by the way.

It's a little outrageous, at least the previous Rorschach wasn't so outgoing.

This made Natasha and Hawkeye let out a long breath.

Now we have to do evaluations again, and it’s hard to say how long these evaluations will remain valid.

After all, change is subtle and constant.

It can be said that all human cells have been replaced after more than ten years, but it cannot be said that the person after more than ten years is no longer the same person more than ten years ago.

Regarding Rorschach, both Natasha and Hawkeye sensed waves of trouble.

"I think the Rorschach review and stuff like that need to be updated."

Natasha said feebly, and Barton on the side nodded.

Rorschach's unique aura of justice is not difficult to distinguish. After all, justice is difficult to conceal.

Naturally, he won't focus too much on concealment.

So the change in the aura was a little obvious, and he actually greeted them proactively. This kind of thing made Natasha and Hawkeye a little unable to react.

"That seems like justice."

Natasha said this.

Hawkeye on the side nodded again, completely reduced to a compliment.

And there’s no need to even say, “Yeah, yeah, screw it.”

Not far away, Olongus's face looked a bit strange.

Rorschach became the Archangel of Justice. This kind of thing was not in his and their plans.

[Is Bulkesso crazy? Handed over the identity of the Archangel of Justice to Rorschach? 】

Olongus stared at Rorschach as he walked over.

What's going on with this?

Bulcasso has become a god and doesn't need this archangel status anymore?

That's not right!

Olongus was a little puzzled, and then he rubbed his eyes and began to think about whether he should have a private meeting with his ancestors to discuss it.

The plan was disrupted, which was definitely not a good thing for Olongus, but now it was impossible for him to kill Rorschach by force in exchange for Bulkesso devouring the justice more smoothly.

So this is the beginning of a new trouble.

Or find a suitable person to talk directly to Bulkesso about related issues now.

This is outrageous!

Rorschach dragged the Hammer of Judgment in his hand and walked in the direction of Bulcasso's aura.

The Judgment Hammer recognized his determination, but the current power to control this legend made Rorschach a little uneasy.

Justice is starting to reflect on himself, which is definitely a good thing.

Rorschach had no intention of hiding along the way, so all the power of the Archangel of Justice had fallen into the eyes of the ancestors.

This may be something Bulkesso would like to see.

After all, justice cannot always hide behind the scenes. Timid justice will become weak and fragile.

Fortunately, Rorschach is now strong and tough enough.

…

In S.H.I.E.L.D., Constantine was lying on the bed in the employee dormitory, looking back and forth with his new ID in his hand.

Having forged many documents, this was the first time he observed a truly valid document.

Very fresh.

As for why the documents came so quickly, it was entirely because Agent Hill sped up the process.

After all, Nick Fury personally agreed to Constantine joining SHIELD, so there were no obstacles along the way.

Anderson was sitting silently on the bed on the other side, and the robe on his body made him look a little sacred.

Since Prius and Auriel didn't take him with them when they left, he chose to stay in SHIELD for the time being and use this huge secret service agency to collect those inexplicable rings.

Although Agent Hill had a green one in his hand, the mission Anderson received specified that he wanted a black and white one.

Anderson is terrifyingly stubborn for God's command.

"Brother, are you really so pious that you would lose yourself?"

Constantine asked casually, religious people were not unfamiliar to him.

After all, this is a guy who has the guts to summon a demon inside a church.

This indifference to awe is part of his success and part of his charm.

He and Anderson were arranged to rest here first, because SHIELD was busy dealing with the aftermath of the previous riot.

Although the agents may not understand the decoration work, they are not idle either.

As long as you're not dead, you have to keep working.

This is the epitome of the poor working man, and he hasn’t chosen yet.

Now even the weak Rumlow was called to help, and only Constantine and Anderson looked like they were doing nothing.

"It doesn't matter."

Anderson said this.

Constantine doubted that this guy's expression would change even if he was given an air injection.

Forgot, this is an angel, probably there is no such thing as blood vessels.

It's just that this image is so different from the previous image of the swordsman priest. Such a drastic change made Constantine a little confused.

But for the time being, he had to put his doubts in his heart.

"What did your god teach you? Did it teach you to love everyone in the world?"

Constantine pressed the sign on his hand and silently contacted Auriel, but there was no reply.

After all, this thing is just a communication device, and you can hang up even if you make a call. There is no reason why this method of contact cannot work.

But as for the final interpretation, it may be in the hands of Auriel. This is her method.

Although life is like making a phone call, one of the two people will always hang up first.

But now it seems that the person who died first is probably Constantine who didn't run away.

After all, it was he who asked Auriel to leave a mark of power on him, which also meant that while he wanted to keep the mark, he also put his own life in the hands of the other party.

Who knows if hope, which has always been peaceful and peaceful, will come up with a set of slang or something like that when it is dashed.

If Auriel ends up shouting something like "It's boring, destroy it" and joins the Burning Hell camp, then Constantine will definitely be the first to die.

Although Constantine thinks this is impossible, he has already begun to think about how to get rid of Auriel.

With this sign in his hand, he will find someone to see if he can reversely locate Auriel's position.

If a war really breaks out, this is a fast track.

"Courage taught me not to show mercy to scum."

A spear appeared in Anderson's hand and was pressed against Constantine's throat.

The scorching heat curled Constantine's beard.

Anderson remained expressionless and cold. It looked a little inconsistent with the high temperature on the spear.

"Tch, do you really think I will be the scumbag you imagined?" Constantine pushed the spear away with his hand, and several blisters were burned on his fingers.

"I'm just more bottomless and more dangerous than you think."

Constantine laughed, took out a handful of rings from his pocket, and tossed them around like a juggler.

Looking at Anderson with a mocking expression on his face.

He knew very well that Anderson would not do anything.

Because Constantine's body bears the mark left by Auriel, this level of trick can be hidden from the eyes of Agent Hill, but it cannot be hidden from the perception of Anderson, who is an angel.

In front of the angel, Constantine took on the identity of Auriel's camp.

This is also something that Courage acquiesces to. Unless Constantine is ready to deal with Auriel, this mark may be carried for a long time.

"Do you want to wear a ring? I heard that it is the power of death. I wonder if you have any interest in death."

Constantine kept using words to bully Anderson, but in fact he kept mocking Auriel and Imperius for not telling the whole story.

His hand is still pressing the mark.

Did Anderson really collect these rings because of the Prius and for so-called peace and stability?

When Prius was an archangel, he didn't like to be nosy at all.

Perhaps they were trying hard to gain a new authority like Malthael.

Or do you want to understand the power of death and use it to deal with Malthael?

These guys have selfish motives anyway.

Noble and simple rules do not tell others "what to do."

The rules just exist silently, as if they are no big deal.

"No, then shut up!"

A ball of holy flame flashed over Anderson's short hair.

A pair of cold eyes stared at Constantine.

Full of threats!

This is a breach of defense. Anderson's devotion to his faith is definitely far greater than the health activities that Constantine likes.

"I'm going out now. I still have things to do. At least someone must want to see me now."

Constantine jumped out of bed, packed all his belongings, put on the suit with only one hole in it and put on his coat.

The tie hung loosely, and then he pushed open the door.

Although his words sounded perfunctory, they were the facts he perceived.

"By the way, if Rumlow comes to me after resting, tell him that the money he owes me is three cents interest."

Constantine showed a charming smile and greeted a handsome guy walking through the door.

He did not say that these three points were daily interest, and he did not intend to let Rumlow find him for at least ten days.

A rare way to make money. As long as Rumlow can come to him, he can get a reliable, powerful and well-established guy.

The existence of Mokot made Constantine want to laugh out loud.

Buy one get one free, this is great.

"Get lost!"

Anderson cursed in a low voice.

The body finally lay down.

No man would choose to sleep with his back to Constantine after knowing him.

Because no normal person likes the feeling of having a guy behind him in the middle of sleeping.

Anderson looked outside the door and then spread his wings of courage.

The golden light was shining, and it was still flowing like lava.