"Hmph, it's really boring. Looking at Milo, who had fainted on the ground, Gara couldn't help but laugh.

Eve grinned similarly, then turned around and prepared to leave: "Alright, we have to go." ”

Originally, the purpose of the two of them was to teach Milo a lesson and kill people, but they didn't have the courage to do so.

However, the two who had already left did not notice Milo, who was slowly getting up behind them, and kept frolicking as they walked, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Milo behind them had a strange smile on her face, her eyes glowing green, and she looked up at the figure of Eve and Gara slowly leaving, she raised her hands without hesitation, waved her staff, and immediately, two huge ice spikes flew directly over.

Eve, who had raised her hand to pat Gala's head, suddenly felt a chill in her chest, and at the same time, her body began to lose consciousness rapidly, and her doubts made her turn her head to look at Gala on the side, in fact, she could already imagine what was happening to her, and a huge ice spike pierced directly into her body.

But she didn't have the strength to do anything else, and the last thing in her life was to know how she would die.

After the situation stabilized, Milo raised his feet and slowly walked towards the two corpses, although she had no interest in disposing of the corpses, but she had not recovered much divine power now, and she had no combat power, so she had to avoid superfluous things.

Walking closer, Milo waved his staff lightly, and the scorching flames erupted, and after a while, only the ashes on the ground were left, after all, she was not the little girl, and this simple magic was still played.

However, Pasya doesn't seem to be ready to take back control of her body immediately, after all, it's not easy to control it once, but it's actually quite a drain of divine power.

"Maybe I should check it out, and hopefully that idiot will surprise me a little. He bowed his head and muttered, and a pair of dark green wings slowly opened from Milo's back, of course, the wings were not entities, but were condensed by divine power.

With the continuous wave of his wings, Milo also took off into the air, his flying speed was not slow, on the contrary, the scenery below was also changing rapidly, but Pasya, who should have been in a hurry honestly, suddenly noticed something, and quickly dived towards the ground.

After a while, she flew back again, but suddenly there was an extra bag of fruit in her hand.

And where she had just arrived, a little child was looking up and crying, and before he could hear it, a strange man who could fly snatched his fruit.

However, his mother obviously wouldn't believe him, and although she was surprised by the speed of his eating, she still took care of himself and labeled him as a glutton.

Unfortunately, a loving education is inevitable.

And our client, Pasya, is now flying leisurely in the sky, and the fruits have already entered her stomach, and it is worth mentioning that he has his own complaints: "Well, it's not so fresh." ”

Then, it was a long flight, but this time, she still didn't last a while, and soon, she dived down again, only then would she be a little more serious, so fast that she couldn't even see the afterimage.

But the next moment, Pasya was back in place, and of course, there was an extra cup of unknown liquid in her hand.

On the other hand, the idea of the waiter scolding the street is urgent.

"Are you kidding me?" the tavern man slapped the table hard and yelled angrily at the waiter.

The waiter looked down at his empty hands, and then froze in place, and only came to his senses when the big man continued to roar, but he could only swallow the bitter fruit, bowed respectfully and began to apologize: "I'm sorry, guest, I'll prepare a new cup for you right away, and please don't be impatient." ”

But Pasya was clearly unblessed to watch this scene, and she was holding a cup to take a sip.

But as soon as the liquid entered her mouth, she spit it out, and then threw the cup out hatefully: "Something, so unpalatable, what a waste of my precious time." ”

On the other side, Don Quixote was sitting at the only table in the humble cave and drinking a big drink, fortunately there was a village not far from this cave, otherwise he really didn't know how to survive the boring days, should he listen to this damn story of the demon king Namuel every day?

No, he can't do it, for so long, he has long learned from Curazzo to ignore automatically.

However, it was clear that Fnamuir would not give up, and he sat down again in front of Don Quixote, ready to tell his glorious deeds, but before he could speak, there was a sudden knock at the door of "Bang Bang" outside.

This made Curazzo raise his head and give him a cold look, and at the same time, his eyes were full of doubt.

He had never heard of any other guests except for the self-righteous brave, and he was so polite that he clearly did not harbor any hostility.

After consulting Fnamuir, Kurazo gently picked up the silver and walked towards the door, but before he could get close, the heavy stone door turned into stone and flew directly towards him.

Thankfully, Kurazzo quickly summoned a shield that kept all the stones out.

Immediately afterward, Milo walked in slowly, and it is worth mentioning that she was still holding a hill in her hand, and God knows what she had done along the way.

"Hey, stupid, don't come out to meet me yet. With a loud roar, the calm atmosphere in the cave was broken.

The familiar tone. Fnamuel frowned, realizing that it was not easy, and then got up and quickly rushed over, and was about to give Milo a hug, but was kicked away by Pasya.

"Sure enough, it's you, Pasya, long time no see. Although he was attacked, he was not angry at all.

Compared to Fnamuel's enthusiasm, Pasya only glanced at him with disgust, and then continued: "The power came at the right time a few months ago, and this is one of the few times you have been shrewd. ”

"Of course, I'm a trusty dragon. As he spoke, Fnamuir patted his chest, pride written all over his face.

Don Quixote and Curazzo, who were already standing on the sidelines, had no other expressions except for looking at them directly.

"You shouldn't mind, explain to me what the hell is going on. Asking, Don Quixote turned to look at Currazzo.

However, Curazzo seemed to be no longer surprised, except for a little helplessness, and turned around and began to study magic, and when he left, he did not forget to explain to Don Quixote casually: "If you have to say, you can barely call yourself an old friend." ”

"I don't know what kind of monster it is. Silently complaining in his heart, Don Quixote prepared to bow his head and continue drinking.

But when the wine glass was brought to his mouth, he suddenly remembered something, and then quickly raised his head to look at Milo again, which made him instantly filled with doubts: "Isn't this the little girl who was rescued by López?

For Don Quixote, however, it was at best a moment of self-shock, and he didn't think he could get any useful information out of it.

"How have you been feeling lately, Pasya. Asking, Fnamuir bowed his head intimately.

However, this made Pasya extremely unhappy, grinned, she once again used her divine power to condense her wings, and then flew to the same height as Funa Muel's head, and then said with satisfaction: "Although it has recovered somewhat, it is not much, and the progress is unusually slow." ”

"That doesn't sound like good news, my dear Pasya. As he spoke, Fnamuir's face instantly shrugged.

"What's the hurry, you damn stupid, I didn't say it, I've been all this damn, damn, damn news lately. ”