The sun slowly dissipated, and the night fell again on this desolate land.

The grief of mourning for the deceased quickly spread through the crowd.

The priests and doctors who came to support had arrived, and Tel Aviv was finally overwhelmed.

The night breeze blew softly, blowing the hair in front of López's forehead, and Milo behind him had been silent for a long time.

López didn't bother, his inky eyes looked down distractedly, for some reason, Aiya's playful figure appeared in his mind again, it had been three months since they had been separated, and he missed her a little.

While he was thinking about it, Narse below suddenly beckoned to him, which made López sigh and wonder what had happened.

After complaining silently in his heart, he stood up, patted the soil on his buttocks, and raised his feet to prepare to pass.

But as soon as he took two steps, he felt a tug at the hem of his shirt.

Suspiciously, she glanced back, only to find that Milo was holding the placket of his shirt with one hand, and the other hand was holding the box that was large for her.

Her head was buried low, and the brown hair in front of her forehead blocked her eyes, causing López to lose sight of her expression.

That expression must not be good, thinking so, he raised his hand and rubbed Milo's head, and then opened his mouth to confide some clumsy comfort: "The deceased will rest in peace, probably." ”

It took a while for Lopez to convince Milo to walk slowly with him.

"Staying in Ledova for the next few days, things will be difficult to solve for a while, and Don Quixote has to escort a few priests to the surrounding towns to see what is going on. Narcel glanced past López at Milo, who was hiding behind him, before speaking softly.

Although this tone was unbearable for him, the sad atmosphere around him made him pay some attention.

The pastor's treatment of the refugees is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Tel Aviv pondered with some doubts, not only the corpses of the victims, but even the bodies of each refugee There were more or less unknown remnants of unknown power.

Tel Aviv didn't know exactly what this power was, where it came from, "Is it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?" he asked softly.

But the voice was very small, probably just talking to himself.

Then, he carefully extracted a trace of energy from the refugee's body, and perhaps no one could give him an answer except for the Pope's crown.

He had wanted to refine a little more so that the Pope could perceive it more accurately, but just refining this thread consumed all his physical strength.

When he had finished the work, he felt a little weak, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, so he had to find a random stone to make it.

He needed to rest for a while, but the power intrigued him, but it also made him feel threatened. The sound of horses' hooves faded away, indicating that Don Quixote had led hundreds of knights to escort some of the priests away.

Seeing this, Tel Aviv struggled to get up from the stone, and after looking up and drinking a bottle of recovery potion, he felt some strength regain in his body.

In fact, he must hurry back to the palace and report to His Holiness the Pope, for it is clear that the owner of this power is not friendly to humanity as it stands.

The unknown is the source of fear, he doesn't know who that person is, where it comes from, what the motive is, only that she is extremely powerful.

This gave Tel Aviv a strong sense of uncertainty and oppression, so he had to communicate with His Holiness the Pope as soon as possible no matter what.

He was about to get on his horse and leave, but he was suddenly stopped by López.

Then, López led Milo over briskly: "Tel Aviv, help see if she is infected with the plague." ”

"You are really similar to your master, you always like to ask someone for help when people are anxious. After saying that, Tel Aviv sighed, he really can't be interested in this kind of thing now.

But Milo, whose eyes were full of emptiness, made him seem to see his past self, which made him somewhat helpless, after all, it was not a heart-warming memory.

In the end, though, he made a compromise, and it didn't take much magic anyway.

Thinking so, he quickly raised his staff, and then lightly tapped Milo's head.

However, the result of the feedback made Tel Aviv put away his helpless expression, but it only lasted for a moment, and he returned to his coldness again.

Then, the staff in his hand lit up once, and this time, he was much more serious.

As the light faded, Tel Aviv also showed a rare expression of appreciation: "Good seedlings." ”

Immediately afterward, he demonstrated the steps to release fire magic in front of Milo.

Then he jumped off his horse and handed the staff in his hand to Milo: "Follow what I just taught you, give it a try." ”

However, Milo was not so excited, her empty eyes were mixed with some doubt, and she tilted her head to look at López.

This reaction made López stunned, although he didn't understand it very well, but he still nodded to Milo, a priest is a good career.

After receiving the answer, Milo handed the box in his hand to López, and then carefully learned from Tel Aviv and repeated what he had just done.

Of course, the movements were a bit clumsy, but there was still a flash of fire on the staff.

This made Narse, who had been observing for a long time, also smile: "Indeed, it is a rare good material." ”

"Do you want to learn magic?" Tel Aviv asked, he didn't know anything like that, but at this time, Milo's state was full of his image as a child.

This may be considered pity, pity for oneself

However, after hearing this, Milo threw the staff directly to the ground and quickly hid behind López.

"Perhaps, when it comes to being friendly, you'll have to change your face, Tel Aviv. This scene made Narse laugh out loud.

But the atmosphere around him, and the eyes of the refugees, made his laughter slowly turn into a dry laugh, and finally he could only shrug his shoulders and put away his smile.

However, this made Tel Aviv sigh again, and he was deeply helpless about it.

Of course, he didn't pay much attention to it, crouched down and picked up the staff that Milo had thrown on the ground, and then rode away.

But the dragon species, far away from the human border, suddenly raised its nose and sniffed around, and silently muttered: "The taste of the old man." ”

"My king, you won't be hungry and hallucinate, will you, your old man, have long since turned into a handful of loess and drifted away with the wind. At this time, Curazzo's face was full of boredom.

"Don't jump to conclusions, Curazzo, it must be the smell of the old man, I don't remember who it was, but it doesn't matter, I promise, it must be. The dragon seed argued with a fixed face.

But Curazzo still didn't show any interest, and the magic book in his hand kept flipping.

His day was all but magic, magic and magic.

"Don't you remember?" asked Kurazo, adjusting the magic potion, expressing his helplessness.