089 Who Is This Guy?

"Asgard, I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

Gill was holding a collection of Nordic stories and asked Bul-Kathos, who gave him a thoughtful answer.

The hammering sound from the blacksmith shop became the melody of this moment.

"It says that Thor has a magical hammer that can control lightning."

Gill flipped through the storybook in his hand and said to Bul-Kathos with some expectation.

"Oh, I have something like this here too."

Bul-Kathos's response seemed a bit perfunctory.

He had forged this weapon that could control lightning a long time ago.

Son of Odin, the name of this legendary weapon.

Although he had long forgotten who Odin was, it did not prevent him from questioning how this guy named Odin gave birth to a hammer.

Mythological stories were not very interesting to Bul-Kathos.

After all, he used to get up on time every day to meet an archangel, and then he was busy from morning to night, and the devil had to kill a group of them every time he met to have fun.

When he was tired, he would find a place to sleep directly. Before going to bed, he would definitely drink a few sips of strong liquor, and then scan the surrounding environment, and never leave the demons in front of him to deal with the next day.

Even the most experienced doctors, after seeing Bul-Kathos, gave him a very healthy evaluation.

Mythology is no different from daily life for him.

The hammer that was thundering all the time was thrown into a corner after he used it for a while.

The power added by this weapon is really too weak.

Jill was a little disappointed. He was disappointed not because Bul-Kathos said these things were very common, but because his sharing was not taken seriously.

"If you like this kind of weapon, I can forge one for you to play with after you become an amazing warrior."

Bul-Kathos continued to forge calmly.

Although he generally didn't care much about the legendary power given to legendary equipment, this power mostly represented a certain rule.

The existence of materials such as the breath of death is just to give materials a chance to bear the rules.

Otherwise, why would this material only appear from those "powerful" demons?

Demons themselves are the rules of hell, and their deaths embody part of the rules.

It was a rare holiday, and Jill wanted to find something to do. After all, it was too boring to always appear between school and the blacksmith shop.

"Oh, oh, oh! This place is really magical!"

A lazy voice sounded, with some weirdness.

A guy with a haggard face stepped into the door of the blacksmith shop.

"It seems that there is something extraordinary in here, which is really exciting!"

This guy talked to himself, and he was very familiar with him without any barriers.

Jill put away the storybook in his hand and hurried to the other side of the table, keeping a distance from this guy.

A pair of eyes stared at this guy who suddenly appeared, a little curious.

Messy hair and stubble, a stained shirt with several buttons unbuttoned, and a crooked tie hanging around his neck.

These characteristics can only show that this guy is an unkempt existence.

Bulkaiso was still forging, and had no interest in the new guy.

"What, kid? Are you surprised by my appearance?"

The guy greeted Jill with a smile.

"What did I see? What a strong body! It's amazing!"

When the guy looked at Bulkaiso, he exclaimed insincerely in a somewhat deliberate tone.

Bulkaiso finally stopped forging and threw the materials on the iron felt back into the furnace.

"Slag."

These two words were Bulkaiso's evaluation of this guy.

It was stained with some demonic breath, and it seemed to have the shadow of an angel.

But that kind of unrestrained breath made Bulkaiso a little unhappy.

Although the sin and justice entangled in this guy had long been intertwined, Bulkaiso was still unwilling to face him with the attitude of treating a normal person.

If it weren't for the breath of life that was about to disappear from this guy, Bulkaiso wouldn't even mind throwing this guy out directly.

"Isn't it a bit too much to call me that?"

After hearing Burkeso's thunderous voice, this guy didn't show any sign of being angry, but responded to Burkeso with a frivolous smile.

It seemed that for this guy, dignity was not something worth paying attention to.

"A guy who is stained with heaven and hell and full of sins is not even worthy of breathing!"

The iron hammer in Burkeso's hand fell heavily on the iron felt, and he turned and walked towards this disgusting bastard.

This mixed smell was like perfume sprayed on a rotten garbage dump, which was meaningless except that it was more disgusting.

As if to cooperate with Burkeso's words, this guy coughed violently, then took out a squeezed and twisted cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, can I borrow a light from you?"

After stopping coughing, this guy immediately pointed his chin at the burning stove, facing Burkeso without fear.

After all, for a guy who was about to die, it seemed that there was nothing worth fearing.

Bulkathos walked in front of the guy, his white beard trembling with his movements.

"Stupid, you'd better leave here before I get angry."

Although the hellish atmosphere in this world is far worse than that of the other side, there don't seem to be many powerful and righteous angels in heaven that are worthy of respect.

Bulkathos still tried his best to restrain his actions that were faster than his thoughts.

This guy is more annoying than a gangster.

"Don't be so hostile, man. I feel like you seem to need my help, so I'm here."

The guy took out a lighter from his pocket with some burden and tried to light the flame repeatedly.

"I think I still need to borrow a light."

The guy raised his chin to Bulkathos again.

In return, Bulkathos grabbed the guy's collar and threw him far away.

Bulkathos still couldn't stand the mortal of this guy, and sent him away.

Complex breaths most of the time represent complex people, but the stench from sin will not disappear even if it is washed with spring water from the high-level heaven.

On the other hand, the light in the mud will not be completely covered.

It is better to stay away from such a chaotic guy, otherwise it will be a series of disgusting troubles.

Although this guy is annoying, there is no need to send him to death. This guy's body can't support it for much longer.

"Ahem! This is my business card. You seem to need some professional help!"

The guy lay on the ground, took out a crumpled card and held it high.