A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

When the demolition of Bercell Bull is complete, a table can be raised on the stump.

Renamaria returned to the place where she had left her luggage earlier and brought her a set of tea tools.

I also properly pulled off tablecloths and other things to prepare for a fine tea party. Meanwhile, I drew water from a nearby spring and boiled the water.

It is a proper material behavior.

The hunter Zinga praises me as I wipe my hands dirty with blood.

"I never thought I'd be able to drink such a little spill in the woods"

Renamaria answers.

"Warm drinks are ideal after the battle. It calms the absurd mind and soothes the tired body"

Renamaria continues with a dust.

"The High Priest who raised me always served me warm herbal tea when the witches finished their training"

"He's a charming high priest."

When Jinga, the hunter, said as he was impressed, he seemed to recall the inevitability of thanking him.

"Obscured in the midst of battle, thank you again"

Hunters dressed as barbarians bow their heads deeply.

"He's a barbarian, but he's a gentleman."

You're lying to yourself, but you definitely seem to be a good person.

Don, and place Bercel Bull's liver in the middle of the table.

Blood seeps through the tablecloth, but he didn't care.

"Thank you for your help. I'll do this for you."

"What's this?

"It's Bercell Bull's liver."

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I was silent because Bercell Bull's liver was still pulsating. What a vitality......

"You can eat this liver as it is, or you can use it as an ingredient for your secret medicine. There are sesame seeds for use. If you sell it while it's fresh, it'll be a lot of money."

"But there are merchants around here who buy materials."

"Sort of. That's why I suggest you eat it on this occasion."

"Do you eat him..."

When I think of the vicious Bercell Bull face, I don't get an appetite. But it is also bad to leave it unattended, so let it be a secret medicine ingredient.

Magically freezing a gallbladder bigger than the human head throws it into the backpack.

"You, can you use magic too? And you can make potions."

"Master Will has top notch strength in swords, magic and healing. Instead of potions, it's before breakfast to make psychic and secret drugs."

"That's not true."

I humble myself, but when I hand over the potion to heal Zinga's wounds, the word loses credibility. Jinga had suffered a hand wound in the earlier battle, but recovered while looking around.

"Wow, even Baba's secret medicine in the village won't recover so soon."

Lunamaria explains nostalgia to the stunned Zinga.

"Will's mother is the healing goddess of Table Mountain."

"Oh, my God, seriously."

"It's true."

"Are you serious?"

Zinga is heartily surprised that the 'that' goddess didn't have a son.

By the way, Zinga's 'that' has more mockery ingredients than awe ingredients. My mother, Goddess Miriam, is a god of origin who fought through the Sacred Devil's War, but lives in self-depravity in Table Mountain. My abusive people seem to be famous for liquor.

At least that's what seems to be conveyed in the village at the foot. It was just a little odd that the mystery was fading just because the distance was close. Zinga seems to suspect that such a goddess can raise children and such.

- Well, my father and I do the cooking laundry, so I cloud the tea.

"Well, if we can share it with the family, is that okay?"

Zinga goes on like this when she laughs.

"You saved my life, and you even healed my wound. He says he's on his way back to Table Mountain, but I want you to stop by my village."

"Is it in Mr. Zinga's village?

"Oh, it's nearby. I want to mention the village and welcome it. Sake pond meat grove. Drink or sing. It's Pearly Night. I'll empty the village brewery."

"It's such a bad idea. I need you to do that for me."

"Never mind. The village belongs to me, and mine belongs to me."

"Could Mr. Jinga be the village chief's son or something?

"No, it's just a little villager. But what belongs to my Vulcan village knows the heart to entertain its guests."

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The villagers won't be happy, but we'll be honestly entertained.

Sometimes I'm tired of running around the woods, but I've worn out more than I thought in earlier fights. I wanted to spend the night in a warm bed.

Speaking honestly about it, Jinga shows her yellow teeth and shakes my head.

"Honesty is a good thing, Will."

"Yeah, my dad and my mothers said the same thing."

"Good family. That's God."

When Jinga says so, she pours the second cup of tea that she has just poured into Lunamaria.

"Come on, if you decide to, we're just going on a trip. I'll keep the corners and other expensive areas, but I'll have the meat and bones bring the village's younger ones later."

See Bercel Bull's body amputated with horns and such.

True, carrying this body was going to break my bones. We have manpower.

There's nothing I can't carry alone, but Zinga, a master of hunting, should have respected her opinion.

That's why Zinga puts the most expensive horns on her back. I bear the gall I received earlier. [M] I was Lunamaria, claiming to be sorry with only my bare hands, but there was no culture in the mountains of the gods or in the village of Vulca to let a woman have something heavy.

We head straight to the back of the woods. [M]

Zinga was a foothold as if walking in the garden of her own house.

Seems familiar with the terrain of this complex forest.

I would attach it straight to the village if I listened to him. Later, I will ask you to show me the way to the mountains of the gods.

With that in mind, it follows Zinga's big back.

The distinctive fur of the barbarians, plus the way the big strands walked, was impressive.