The mountain road is winding, the path is not wide, the grass, wild flowers, and trees on both sides are high and low, and the green weeds are either knee-high or only foot height.

Milo moved silently like this, the rugged mountain road made her unusually slow, but it was not all bad, the fresh air and quiet environment made her relax for a long time.

After a long pause, Milo reached Carmen's grave.

The tomb was surprisingly rudimentary, with only a small earthen bag and a wooden board that could be found everywhere, and it was no wonder that the words Carmen's tomb were crookedly engraved on the board, after all, it was only built by López, but it was kind of a place for Carmen to rest, if he didn't dislike it.

Milo has no complaints about this, she is very grateful to López, without him, she may not even have a chance to live in this world.

It's not because she's afraid of death, it might be better for her to leave with her father, but she hasn't taken revenge yet, although she doesn't know how to take revenge, and she doesn't know who her enemy should be, but this may have become the meaning of her life.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with everyone, and of course, from Milo's point of view, there is nothing wrong with her such stubborn hatred.

In this world, there is never absolute right or wrong.

In fact, we are not qualified to talk about the rights and wrongs of others, because we have not experienced the lives of others at all

Milo gently placed the bottle in front of the tomb and stared silently for a moment before raising his scarred hand and gently opening the lid.

The smell of wine suddenly overflowed all around.

The boss's wine was pretty good just by smelling good, but Milo didn't know that, he just knew it smelled good.

She was curious, what does wine taste like?

Carmen would never let Milo touch his wine, even though he himself was so drunk that he couldn't even walk.

Of course, Milo has a good persuasion about this, such as "Daddy's bad heart", such a lesson of righteous words, but Carmen is still unmoved, I guess he doesn't understand that in Milo's world, this is already an unusually formal lesson.

Recalling, Milo's eyes never left the bottle for a moment, and then she gently picked it up and looked at it, and finally put it back in front of the grave, but her eyes were still glued to the bottle.

Because she wanted to know what her father liked so much.

With a sniff, Milo picked up the bottle lightly with determination, and then put it to his lips and took a small sip.

The mellow liquid slid over the tip of the tongue, moistened through the throat, and slippery into the throat, although it was a little spicy, but it didn't feel so annoying, and the warm liquid floated in the abdomen, slowly wandering in the nose, quietly diving into the blood.

The wine ran through almost all of Milo's memories of Carmen, and it was then that she realized that the wine she had always hated with her father tasted so good, and perhaps it was better to say that the wine now had the taste of her father.

She was about to take a sip of the wine bottle, but several wind blades suddenly flew behind her, which made Milo's arm appear four or five more blood marks in an instant.

"Yo, look who this is, Eve. With a playful voice, a yellow-haired girl who didn't seem to be much older than Milo slowly stepped out of the grass.

"Are you stupid, Gala, isn't this our genius sister?" said Eve, quickly stretching out her staff, and then chanting, and then, ice spikes pierced from Milo's feet.

The brain's awareness of danger caused Milo to quickly move a step to the right, and only then did he dodge the blow.

"What do you want to do?" even then, Milo didn't attack, but asked loudly.

To be honest, she was a little helpless, although it was true that she had a high talent for magic, but the two guys in front of her were much earlier than she had entered the church to study.

If there was one, she could barely cope with it, but it was clear that the two in front of her would not give her this chance.

"Don't worry, I'm just here to say hello to you, dear genius. The yin and yang tone and sinister smile, coupled with the merciless movements, can really be regarded as extraordinarily friendly.

Immediately, a series of wind blades continued to attack Milo, and she erected an ice wall in place to defuse those attacks.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Eve's attack arrived, and ice spikes kept popping up around Milo, making her have to move quickly to avoid the ice blade.

Now Milo is busy enough, but Gala and Eve still don't give her any respite, and the wind blade follows the ice spikes, constantly attacking Milo.

This was not the way to go, the priest could not compare to the knight in terms of physical strength, and besides, Milo was only a child, and after a while, she was already running out of breath.

In fact, at their current level, the Mentor Knight would only teach them one elemental magic, and they would also have to chant, so both of them could only use one element now.

But this is not the case with Miloko, for the sake of talent, Audrey has taught her two elementary magic, one of which is the ice she now uses, and the other, plants.

This may be the only bargaining chip for Milo's escape.

However, their attacks had no intention of stopping, but Milo's physical strength had been basically depleted, and if this continued, Milo would die under this ice spike sooner or later, so she had only one choice now.

Having made up his mind, Milo waved his staff again, chanting incessantly, followed by a dazzling green glow on the staff.

With her movements, dozens of green vines quickly climbed up along the feet of the two, wrapping the two of them dead on the trunk of the tree, feeling the soft touch of the disaster on her body, Jiala Dajing lost color: "This, what is this?"

"What's the hell, it's just an ordinary vine, use your wind blade to cut through her. Eve, on the other hand, was much calmer.

However, Milo, like them, would not give any chance, and seeing that the vines controlled them, Milo continued to wave his staff, summoning ice spikes and rushing towards the two.

Milo had thought that this would inflict a heavy blow on the two of them, but she was still naïve, and just as the ice spikes were about to hit, a wall of ice slowly rose from the ground, and just like that, the ice spikes were all blocked.

"Hmph, it's not enough to see. With Eve's cold laughter, an ice spike flew out from behind the ice wall and swooped directly into Milo's shoulder, blood slowly left behind Milo's arm, and the staff also fell, and she fell to the ground weakly, ready to accept what was in front of her.

Perhaps, death can also be regarded as relief.

With the sound of footsteps, the two men slowly walked towards Milo, but did not kill her directly.

"Ah, genius, genius, why are you like a lost dog now?" Eve smacked Milo's head with a snort.

Milo's thin body was kicked to the side like this.