078 Jessica Jones's Remuneration

Gill found that his height began to change rapidly after he started drinking milk on time every day.

From the shortest one in the class, he has grown to the middle level.

After daily exercise, his body is no longer as skinny as before, and there are some signs of muscle.

Now getting off the school bus, Jill saw the big lock hanging on the blacksmith shop from a distance. He knew that Burkaso was now driving the pickup truck he had been coveting for a long time on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

Outside the blacksmith shop, a tall woman was holding a bottle of vodka and sitting on the bench where Burkaso often used to be in a daze.

There were two plastic bags on the bench, one of which looked like a pizza.

Jill didn't know this woman, but he always felt that she looked familiar.

"Who are you?"

Jill walked to a place not far from the blacksmith shop and shouted at the woman.

He carefully kept his distance and was ready to turn around and run away at any time.

In the past few days, he has known that there is a car of agents standing guard at their posts all the time just across the street. If there is any danger, he will run over there as Coulson said.

"I am Jessica Jones. Is the owner of the blacksmith shop not here? I have been waiting for him for about two hours."

Jessica waved at Jill with a half bottle of vodka.

It can be seen that Jessica is a guy who acts faster than his brain.

"He will be back soon..."

Before Jill finished speaking, Bul-Kathos passed through the portal and appeared in the sight of the two.

"Fuck, that fucking Maddock!"

Bul-Kathos walked out of the portal cursing, and his words were transmitted to the ears of several people present without leaving out a word.

All the agents in the car hurriedly recorded the name of Maddock. They didn't know why their superiors asked them to record everything that could be recorded, but there was nothing to think about. This was their job.

Bul-Kathos saw Jill looking at him with a pair of big eyes at a glance, and he quickly swallowed the dirty words that followed.

"We've been delayed a little today, Jill, come in."

Bulkeso pulled the heavy lock open in front of Jessica, and then threw it to the ground.

The agents were not shocked. Coulson had asked Bulkeso about the lock a long time ago, and he even tried to open the lock himself.

But because of the excessive force, Coulson's arm was sore for a few days.

The agents also tried it themselves when Bulkeso left. Now SHIELD has another bet, that is, who can open the lock.

The prize pool has accumulated more than 3,000 yuan.

As for Jessica, although she was reckless, she was not stupid enough to destroy the door lock of her benefactor's house.

"Well, I'm here to pay the reward for the last time."

Jessica spoke quickly, she felt that she seemed to be ignored by Bulkeso.

"Oh."

Bulkeso responded, and then walked into the blacksmith shop without looking back. Although he did not forget about the reward, he did not care much about it.

As long as Jessica kept her promise, the barbarians would not be offended.

"Thank you."

Jessica followed Bulkaiso in with the bag in her hand.

When Jill saw Bulkaiso coming back, she ran over. He didn't have to be as careful as before to treat strangers. After all, there was probably no one in the world who could hurt him in front of Bulkaiso.

"Jill, go wash your hands first, lunch will be ready soon."

Bulkaiso walked directly to the stove, lit the fire, and turned to take out milk and vegetable salad from the refrigerator.

He did a series of actions of adding milk to the pot and heating it on the fire very smoothly. After all, this was the most familiar thing for Bulkaiso these days besides forging.

"I brought food, and I didn't thank you for the meal last time."

Jessica seemed a little embarrassed. She originally thought that Bulkaiso valued the money very much, but now it seemed that he had forgotten her.

What Bulkaiso valued was not the reward, but the promise. Since Jessica Jones was here, the promise was not in vain.

That's enough.

"Well, the oven is over there."

Burkeso pointed in the direction of the oven, which he didn't use very often.

He just bought salads and boiled milk every day, and he didn't need that thing.

Could it be that the black bread was put in to heat it up?

That thing was surprisingly hard, and heating it up wouldn't change anything, but it would be even more difficult to eat.

Jessica Jones was completely defeated by Burkeso's directness. Isn't this place Burkeso's home?

Why does he seem to be a guest and doesn't care about anything?

Jessica heated the food in a daze, and then brought it to the wooden table. The air was filled with the aroma of pizza.

"Uncle, are you still driving on the mountain today?"

Jill was very concerned about the impressive pickup truck, and he wanted to sit on it and feel it.

"Well, it's still those old guys who are always making trouble."

Jessica looked at Burkeso's white hair, and her mind was a little confused.

An old man said that other old guys were always making a fuss, which surprised her a little.

Perhaps Jessica's brain was affected by the purple man, which caused her to react a little slower, but this kind of thing is indeed a weird thing.

Jessica now just wants to give the reward to Burkeso and leave.

But she was instantly defeated by the aroma of the boiling milk.

"Well, this is the reward I agreed on, you see..."

"Well, leave it there."

Burkeso's attitude is the same as always.

"Uncle, when can you take me for a ride?"

Jill took a fork and poked the salad on the plate again and again, complaining a little.

"Well, wait until I write down the traffic rules."

Burkeso didn't mean to be perfunctory, and every word he said was serious.

"When can you write it down? You haven't seen that thing these days."

Jill felt more and more wronged. During the time she spent with Burkeso, Jill felt the affection of family.

During this period of time, Burkeso got used to Jill's existence. Besides, Burkeso was also tolerant of children, provided that the children looked like children.

Moderate coquetry will make Burkeso agree to something.

And Jill was sensible and never made any requests.

It's just that he has been going back and forth between school and the blacksmith shop these days, which is really boring.

Especially after school, Burkeso will only take him to the Holy Mountain of Harrogas on weekends. On the holy mountain, besides the white snow, there are the spirits of the ancestors who always hide their bodies.

For a child, this is not a good place to play.

What else can you do in that kind of snowstorm except snowball fights?

Besides, let an ordinary child play snowball fights on the high mountains, who will he fight with? With those barbarian ancestors? As long as he is not afraid of being buried directly by snowballs bigger than the table.

"Soon. I promise."

Bulkeso promised Jill in a serious tone.

"Um, is the milk ready?"

Now Jessica only felt a strong sense of hunger coming from her body, and she just wanted to eat now.

"Okay, let's eat."

...

"Why does that barbarian go out every week, but we always lose him?"

The two agents in the car were whispering.

Bulkeso goes to the New York Sanctuary every week. Although he has no intention of hiding his whereabouts, ordinary people cannot enter that area without guidance.