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

The black fog was moving much faster!

Mil frowned slightly, but after glancing at the distance, he figured it wouldn't affect his side until at least midnight.

But this inexplicable acceleration still made Mir subconsciously speed up.

Carrying their belongings, the two walked towards the entrance of the town.

Andre Bell was walking with some difficulty, and seeing this, Mil reached out and helped Andre Bell carry some things.

Although Andre Bell felt guilty about Mir's kindness, he had no choice but to hand over some bags so as not to hinder the speed.

However, because the two of them could shop separately, the process was much faster than if Mir had to do it alone.

So there's not much time to rush things now.

However, when the two walked to the alley near the city gate, they saw a small figure huddled under the eaves.

It was a little girl of about six or seven years old, wearing an ill-fitting, tattered dress.

The sleeves of the clothes dragged down to the knees, and the hem reached the calves.

The girl squatted against the wall, the cold wind blowing, her face covered with purple marks from the cold.

The little girl slightly raised her head when she saw Mir and Andrebel approaching.

Those were gray-blue eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and longing.

She looked at the two of them, slightly opened her mouth, and spoke in a very soft voice, like a murmur in the night:

"Sir...do you have anything to eat?"

Mir stopped and looked down at the little girl in front of him.

Anderbel stopped too. She instinctively wanted to offer some food, but then she remembered that Mil hadn't spoken yet, so she didn't move.

But she will not choose to remain silent forever.

If Mir doesn't want to give, she will try to beg Mir to give her some.

Are you alone?

"No, no, I still have my dad, but he's very busy with work and comes home very late every day. I'm afraid to stay at home..."

Hearing this, Andrei paused for a moment, then subconsciously asked:

"Why are you afraid to stay at home?"

"Recently, people have been peeking into my house a lot. Bruce died too. By the way, Bruce was my dog, so I'm afraid to stay at home."

Hearing the girl's answer, Mil continued to ask softly:

"Why don't you go find your father?"

"I can't disturb Dad's work, otherwise we'll all starve if he loses his job. This place is very close to Dad's workplace, so I usually wait for him here."

Mil nodded without saying anything, but simply rummaged through his bag and pulled out a coarse wheat cake.

Next, Mil handed the coarse barley cake to Anderbel, then took out a coin and placed it in his palm.

"Guess which hand I have the coin in. If you guess right, you can have both the coin and the food. If you guess wrong, you get nothing."

The girl hesitated for a moment as she listened to Mir's words.

She was unsure how to choose, or whether she should choose at all.

After all, this food was provided by outsiders.

But the desire for food overwhelmed the little girl's fear. She hesitated for a moment, then pointed to Mir's left hand.

Then, Mil opened his palm, and in the center of his left palm was a coin.

An excited smile appeared on the girl's face.

Mir took the coarse barley bread and handed it to the girl.

"This is the food and wealth that Lady Luck has bestowed upon you; enjoy it."

After saying that, Mil smiled and ruffled the girl's hair, then got up and left with Andre Bell beside him.

"How can I possibly thank you?!"

"When you are able, pass on this good fortune to the next child who is just like you."

This scene was witnessed by Renee and Father Oris, who were not far away.

"Father Ores, if my intuition hasn't been corrupted by the black mist, then this must be the person!"

Renee's eyes held a mixture of admiration for Mil and an indescribable fervor.

Father Auer stroked his chin and said softly:

"Kindness, compassion, benevolence... these qualities are also the source of the purity of its holy power. Go and ask them."

On the other side, Andrebel asked Mil in a low voice:

"Lord Mil, what if that little girl hadn't made the right choice? Are you really not going to give her food?"

Upon hearing this, Mir smiled and opened his other palm.

Upon seeing Mir's other hand, Anderbel couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"There's a coin in this hand too?!"

Mil nodded and said softly:

"It's just a formality. Giving it directly to that girl would be charity, a contempt for her self-respect. But by doing it this way, we can tell her that this is a gift of luck."

Upon hearing this, Andre Bell paused for a moment, then suddenly realized and said:

"So, that's why you told that little girl, Lord Mir, to pass on this good fortune?"

Milne did not answer directly, but instead gave an ambiguous answer:

"Maybe so, I haven't thought that much about it."

This conversation was interrupted the moment it ended by another clear voice.

"Perhaps this is why you were chosen by the goddess; you possess something that we believers do not have."

Renee stepped out of the shadows and looked at Mill with a blatant, aggressive glint in her eyes.

Father Oris followed behind Renee, his aged eyes scrutinizing Mil and also looking at Andrebelle beside Mil.

"Even though we have a witch with us, it's not too late if we realize it in time."

Hearing Father Aules' words, Andrebel's face turned deathly pale. She instinctively gripped Mil's sleeve, but quickly released it, immediately addressing the two men:

"I don't know him at all; he was just being used by me..."

However, before Andrebel could finish speaking, Mil interrupted her insincere words:

"Anderbel, there's no need for those words. I've already spotted these two, and I'm confident I can get away from them. Don't worry, and don't be afraid."

As he spoke, Mir gently pulled Andrebel over and stood in front of her.

"Two esteemed members of the Church, this witch is a very important person to me. There is no question of her having come to her senses. Please watch your words."

Mil stared directly at the two men, his eyes showing no sign of backing down or hesitation.

The promotion to the "Omnipotent Lord" is much more difficult than other promotion sequences, but the benefit it brings is an almost exaggerated combat ability.

Therefore, even when facing two people of the same rank, or even those who were one rank higher than him, Mil did not feel much fear.

If you can't beat them, at least you can run away.