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

Black mist, or rather, a kind of blackness that seemed to materialize, enveloped the entire wooden house at this moment.

At that very moment, Mil felt as if the whole world had been shrouded in a dark and somber hue.

Quiet, that's the first impression.

This silence was unsettling, like being in a room filled with soundproofing foam.

It was so quiet it was almost suffocating.

"Mr. Mir..."

Anderbel's voice was actually very soft, but in this environment, it sounded somewhat harsh and abrupt.

"It's alright, Andrebel, don't worry, everything is fine."

Besides the two people's voices, there was also a faint crackling sound from the burning soul lamp in the room.

Hearing Mil's words of comfort, Andrebel's expression improved slightly, and she subconsciously took a few steps closer to Mil.

"Click".

Mir turned on all the lights, and the faint buzzing sound of the electricity brought a touch of life to the space.

"Mr. Mill, the area illuminated by the light is not right. When you turned on the light yesterday, the floor tiles over there were illuminated."

Andre Bell's voice came through, tinged with a slight tremor.

Following Andre Bell's words, Mil looked and saw that there was indeed no trace of light on the porch floor.

There, it was pitch black.

"Anderbel, from this moment on, do not leave the area illuminated by this candlelight, not even for a moment, even when you go to the toilet, take the light with you... Of course, I will follow you."

Hearing Mil's words, Andrebel blushed slightly, but in the end she only bit her lip and whispered:

"Yes, I... I will. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble over such trivial matters at this time."

Besides, from the moment I was bought by you, I belonged to you entirely. If you're willing, I'll give you anything...

But Mir interrupted Andrebel, saying slowly:

"Anderbel, you are my employee, someone of equal status to me. If you ever want to leave, just give me eight loaves of bread. You don't owe me anything, nor do you expect me to be lower..."

However, this time, it was Andrei who interrupted Mil:

Please don't say that!

Looking at the girl in front of him, and at the wounds on her body that had not yet fully healed, Mir finally gave in to her wishes.

When Andre Bell saw that Mil was not going to continue, his tense body relaxed slightly.

Then, pointing to the image on the screen, she whispered to Mil:

"Mr. Mir, we can barely see anything outside anymore. Is there something wrong with the crystal?"

Mil frowned slightly as he looked at the footage on the monitor, reaching out to zoom in on the image.

Then, Mil's pupils contracted slightly.

Because Mir saw something approaching him from within the black mist!

"Anderbel, it's not that you can't see anything at all. Look closely here."

As he spoke, Mir pointed to the bottom left corner of the screen and said to her:

"The black fog was so dense that it almost completely obscured the view when it was flowing, creating the illusion that nothing could be seen."

But if you look closely, the flow of the black mist is clearly being disturbed by something!

Moreover... that thing disrupting the black mist is heading this way right now!

Andre Bell's body tensed up instantly!

She stood in front of the screen, her hands resting on the edge of the table, her eyes fixed on the image displayed on the black crystal.

"Lord Mir, if it's alright, could you let me go up there first? I can gather some important information for you. Please..."

This time, Mil didn't indulge Anderbel; he spoke sternly:

"Andebel, I don't need you to teach me how to do things! Stay here, and I'll call you when I need you. Don't do anything else unnecessary!"

Mil's rather harsh reprimand caused Andrebel to silently lower his head.

Her eyes were a little red, but she didn't refute it. Instead, her desire to give her life for Mir grew stronger.

Anderbel knew what Mil meant by those words.

At that very moment, Mir suddenly stood up and looked at the screen. The next moment, in the dead of night, a loud knocking sound came from the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

The knocking was urgent and heavy, as if someone was pounding on the door.

The audio was recorded from the surveillance camera, so it's very clear.

Without surveillance cameras, Mil wouldn't actually be able to hear anything through the thick iron gate.

"Oh, Lord Mir, please save me! I am Mansin. I recently sold Anderbel to you. The Black Mist has arrived. Please take me in for one night, just one night, and I will leave!"

Some sharp, hoarse sounds came through, and when recorded by the surveillance camera, they also had a distorted "buzzing" sound.

"Mr. Mir!"

A suppressed gasp came from Andrebel, who tugged at Mil's sleeve and whispered:

"Mr. Mill, something's not right. Ms. Mansing said she would leave overnight after selling me. Logically speaking, she shouldn't still be here!"

Although I don't know who's knocking on the door, or why it sounds like Ms. Mansing's voice, please believe me, it's definitely not Ms. Mansing outside!

As Andrebelle's voice came through, Mil nodded, his tone softening slightly as he said:

"I know, Anderbel. Thank you for reminding me. To avoid being seen by those things, I actually left a soul lamp that can be remotely controlled at the cabin."

Although only a very small part was left, at least it allowed me to see what was knocking on the door.

Having said that, Mir stood up and walked to the burning soul lamp.

Then, he approached the Soul Lamp and pulled out a thin, silvery-white thread from beneath it.

As a universal, attribute-neutral magic essence was injected into it, a warm yellow light ignited on the silver-white threads.

The next moment, the soul lamp hanging on the porch in front of the wooden house suddenly lit up.

At that moment, the surveillance camera captured the face of the woman outside, "Mansine".

The moment they saw the surveillance footage, both Mir and Andre were stunned.

That wasn't Ms. Mansing at all, or rather, that wasn't even a person!

A monster made entirely of fleshy spheres was speaking with a sinister grin on its face, wearing a mask similar to Ms. Mansing's.