Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

"Ten dollars' worth of bread, and I'll sell her to you!"

A chilling voice came from the old witch in front of him, but Mir didn't say anything.

He took out eight pieces of bread from his pocket, each about the size of a goblin's palm.

The black bread clattered as it was thrown onto the wooden table.

"Eight dollars, or I'll just leave."

Looking at the black bread that had landed in front of her, the old witch Mansin could even smell the aroma of wheat.

She licked her slightly chapped lips and glanced at Mil, whose expression remained unchanged.

He glanced again at Anderbel, who was now locked in a cage and covered in wounds, and said in a muffled voice, somewhat unwilling:

"You're so stingy, even more repulsive than those green-skinned goblins rubbing their hands together!"

"Even if it's just because she's a witch, you should still offer ten loaves of bread!"

Upon hearing this, Mir didn't linger. He reached out and made a gesture as if to pull the object directly into his robes.

Seeing this, the old witch Mansin stretched out her large, fat hand and slammed it down on the bread pieces.

The unpleasant smell of lizard leather emanating from her made Mir frown slightly.

"Fine, fine, you damned, down-on-your-luck lord, I guess I'm just unlucky!"

"Eight loaves of bread, you can take her. I can't afford to feed her half a slice of black bread every two days."

"After all, the sun is something that only exists in big cities."

Ignoring the grumbling old witch Mansin, Mir took the key from her hand.

He came to the iron cage and glanced at the girl inside.

She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with silver-purple hair, but it was all stuck to her face with blood.

The girl was curled up, shivering in the cold.

He didn't even need to deliberately lean closer to smell; the sour, rancid odor emanating from the other person had already reached his nostrils.

However, Mil did not show any disgust; he had been prepared for this all along.

This isn't some novel; it's not uncommon for captured slaves to go ten or twenty days without bathing.

If it doesn't smell, that would be abnormal.

The girl looked at the figure blocking the dim light in her eyes, and her crimson eyes flashed with a look of fear.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

Mir's voice came through; his tone wasn't particularly friendly, but at least it wasn't harsh.

"able......"

Upon hearing this, the girl gritted her teeth, grabbed the other side of the iron cage, and slowly stood up.

Even though her ankles were already red and swollen, she kept her lips tightly pressed together and didn't say a word.

"What's your name?"

"Andebel".

Mil nodded, a pale blue screen appearing in his mind.

Name: Andre Bell

Race: Human

【Occupation: Witch (Energy and Recycling)】

[Unlockable Dungeon Module: Recycling Furnace]

[Current affinity: 18 (Unfamiliar). Unlocking more affinity will increase the benefits of building modules.]

Looking at the series of introductions before him, Mil forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart. He bent down, his voice still calm:

"Come up."

"I... I can do it myself..."

Mir interrupted her and repeated himself again:

"Come up."

Seeing that Mil's attitude was tough, Andrebel secretly glanced at the other's expression.

After realizing that Mil still hadn't said anything, she carefully climbed onto his back.

Seeing this, the old witch Mansin behind her wore a mocking expression:

"False kindness will get you nothing, my dear Lord Mir, but bread can certainly buy flesh, that's the truth."

Upon hearing this, Milton paused, turned to look at the sharp-tongued old witch, and said softly:

"Ms. Mansing, watch your mouth."

"The black fog will spread here soon, so you'd better sell your property and leave as soon as possible."

Hearing what Mil said, Mansin clicked his tongue, then stepped out from behind the counter, his somewhat obese body crashing through the wooden planks.

She walked to the shelf and took out an oil lamp that was slightly dusty.

"It was given to you along with that witch; I'm too lazy to take it with me."

Mil looked at the oil lamp that Ms. Mansing handed him with a slight surprise.

"Soulfire? It's used to dispel the black mist; it's not some freebie."

Mansington clicked his tongue and turned his head to say:

"I'm going to the capital. There won't be any black mist there, and this stuff won't be of any use there."

"But you, after you accept this, remember to owe me a favor, you strange Lord Mil."

After saying that, Mansin turned and left, while Mir steadyed Andrebel, who was on his back, with one hand and took the lantern with the other.

A faint blue light flickered, and Mil bowed slightly to Mansing, saying softly:

"Ms. Mansing, I retract my previous prejudice and arrogance towards you. As long as I live, my cottage will always be open to you."

Mansing grinned, his mouthful of yellow teeth looking rather repulsive.

"I certainly don't want to live in your dilapidated wooden house one day!"

Mil wasn't angry when he heard this. He carried Andrebel on his back, pushed open the door, and walked outside.

It was pitch black outside, and even the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds.

The wind was blowing outside, it was cold, and it was accompanied by faint howls from the distant black fog.

Are you cold?

"No...it's not cold."

"You're shivering, so you're cold."

"I......"

Andrebel's body trembled even more violently at this moment, whether from the cold or fear, it was hard to tell.

Mil noticed her mood and softened his voice slightly:

"Take my scarf and put it on."

"No, no need..."

"That's an order."

"good......"

Mill's scarf was a cheap purchase from Oliver's grocery store for two copper coins.

Anderbel gently wrapped the scarf around her neck, and the scent of Mil instantly filled her nostrils.

"May I put some on you too?"

She mustered her courage and took the initiative to say these words.

"That way, neither of them will stay warm, it's pointless."

"But you... I understand."

Mil didn't speak. After carrying her for a while longer, feeling the girl's still trembling body, he sighed.

"Stay here, I'm getting a little cold."

"good!"

The girl's voice carried a hint of joy compared to before.

Inside Ms. Mansing's room, her eyes glowed red as she looked at Mill not far away, a slight smile on her face.

The next moment, the bloated and obese body disappeared, replaced by a tall and mature woman.

On her arm was a huge scar that looked like it had been burned by flames.

"A witch...?"

Ms. Mansing gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, and her figure gradually faded away.

On the other side, Mil had already brought Andrebel to the front of the cabin. He put Andrebel down and opened the door.

The interior was sparsely furnished, with only a wooden bed and a desk; otherwise, the emptiness was heartbreaking.

"Um, I, I can sleep on the floor..."

Looking at the somewhat timid Andrebelle beside him, Mil smiled and said softly:

"Live underground, with me."