047 Jar of the Noble

Just before Rumlow began treatment, he also suffered a forced water audit.

Perhaps it was because of the things that had awakened him before, or perhaps because of the magical power of the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, but he passed the review while maintaining clear consciousness and restraint.

Just as he was beginning treatment, Bulcaisel was taking Gil to the New York Sanctuary.

In that place, Gu Yi had already brought a cow, and even the mage apprentices had mastered the corresponding professional skills.

Now it was time for Bulcaisel to bring about a transformation in the cow, and that was the first step in changing Jill's constitution.

At least we can't let Jill remain skinny when she grows up, that would not be barbaric at all.

"Uncle, what is the use of this ring?"

Gil raised his right hand with the ring in front of his eyes and looked at the ring that no longer shone brightly.

These legendary equipment don't sparkle when used.

Otherwise, the appearance of a guy shining with various lights on the battlefield will only attract more enemies, although the barbarians may be ecstatic about it.

But unfortunately, as long as these equipment are worn on the body, they will be no different from ordinary things.

Unless someone can identify them by the appearance of the equipment, it is impossible to see how powerful these equipments are.

"Be able to protect you."

Bulkesso said casually.

He hadn't worn a ring on his hand for a long time. This time, in order to protect Jill's safety, he had to wear the solidarity ring that had long been abandoned in the warehouse.

This long-lost feeling made him a little uncomfortable.

"The New York Sanctuary is ahead. I think all the mages inside probably know me."

Bulcaisel led Gil into the building shrouded in energy. Gil knocked on the door before he could use the barbarian's method of opening the door.

"Wait a minute! It's busy here!"

There was a wheezing voice coming from inside, which sounded like he was doing some physical work.

Bulqueso could even hear the low, stubborn roar of the cow.

"Looks like your milk supplier has arrived."

When Gil heard Bulqueso's words, he began to conjure up the image of the cow he was familiar with in his mind.

But having received a happy education, the only image he could recall was a cartoon picture with a big head.

There was a creaking sound, and the door opened a gap, and a middle-aged fat man with a head that was a little too round came out.

"Sorry, there's some chaos inside now, and Mike is making a fuss about leaving."

As he spoke, the door seemed to have been squeezed hard by someone, and the poor mage's neck was stuck on the door. In just a moment, his face turned red.

"I'll do it."

Burcasso gently pressed his palm against the door, and opened the door with a little force.

He didn't feel any resistance. Perhaps to a savage, the power of a cow was nothing.

Bulcaisuo rescued the poor mage from the crack in the door and took Gil into the sanctuary.

"I haven't thanked you yet."

The mage was holding a hemp rope in his hand and said with some embarrassment. The other end of the hemp rope was tied to the cow's nose ring. He tugged on it uneasily.

"My name is King Chris, you can just call me King. It was just arranged by the Supreme Mage to come to the New York Sanctuary. I have already heard the teacher tell you about you."

The cow held by Wang Tuo took a few uneasy steps in the other direction, dragging the poor mage to stagger.

"It seems that you are not only a mage, but also know a lot of techniques for fighting."

Bulcaisu took a brief look at the mage named Wang, and saw some traces of long-term training on his slightly bloated figure.

"Ah, I not only learned spells from my teacher, but also learned some martial arts."

Wang looked at Bulcaisuo's complexion and then said: "It's just kung fu, well, I'll fuck you until you're empty stomach."

His explanation was unnecessary. After all, Bulcasso was not here for this.

"So this cow is the one that was specially prepared?"

Bulcaisel walked over to the restless cow, and the cow became quiet.

Legend has it that the ancestors of barbarians and druids were brothers, so for ordinary animals, barbarians are worthy of being close to each other.

The cow let out a long moo as a greeting.

"Well, let's make it smart."

As he spoke, Bulcaisu took out a broken-looking earthen jar from his backpack and placed it in front of the cow.

He picked up this jar from the ground when he was in heaven. After scattering the white ashes on the ground, he used the jar to fill it with water.

He didn't know why there were such strange jars everywhere in the high-level heaven. Just when he put the jar into the spring water, Imprius rushed towards him with the steel fork-like weapon.

As for the other angels, none of them had ever dared to approach Bulcasso, who was always covered in blood, and told him that those jars were used to hold the ashes collected after the death of noble people.

Even if Bulcasso knew about it, he wouldn't care. He wouldn't drink this kind of spring water anyway.

The cow felt the power of the jar in front of her almost instinctively, and couldn't wait to push its head into the jar.

You can see the ears of the cow still outside shaking happily.

Wang and Gil watched in stunned silence as the cow began to emit bursts of golden light.

"Is that jar a powerful magic weapon? I can feel the mixture of sacredness and nobility."

Wang murmured to himself, the power emanating from the cow was almost comparable to the power in his body.

"It has been placed in heaven for so many years. According to your standards, it should be called a powerful magic weapon."

Bulcasso looked at the changes in the cows and nodded slightly.

"Then start collecting now. This child needs nutrition."

Bulkesso had no intention of saying any more.

As for how much can be collected, that is all the matter of the mages. As long as Gil can be provided with the amount he needs every day, the extra can be regarded as wages paid to the workers.

Wang's eyes were still focused on the broken earthen pot reluctantly, but he still walked to the side of the cow and began to use his newly learned skills.

Gil tugged Bulcasso's arm:

"Uncle, can I look around here?"

After hearing this, Bulcasso turned his attention to the king who was working, and the king had already agreed before he could speak.

There are about forty or fifty permanent mages in the New York Sanctuary. These people have received news from the Ancient One a few days ago, and they just pretend that Bulcasso and Gil do not exist.

The king's existence is to restrain these mages, who are originally the proud ones of heaven, from doing anything rude.