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

The blood-red eyeball seemed to have heard Mir's words.

Then, the eyeballs stopped moving.

It was as if he was stuck on Mir's words.

The world fell silent for a moment.

"I will catch you, and I will..."

This time, before the thing could finish speaking, Mir switched the surveillance camera to silent mode.

At that very moment, the system's voice came again.

[Mental health assessment successful!]

【pass!】

Andre Bell's mood was noticeably better than before.

She looked at the eyeball on the monitor screen. Although she was still a little scared, she wasn't so afraid anymore after the sound stopped.

"Andebel".

Mil's sudden speech startled Andrebel.

"what!"

A low, somewhat surprised voice rang out.

"Don't always stare at ugly things; they say it will make you look more like them. Are you hungry?"

"Ah, ah? Oh, okay! Are you hungry? Yes, a little."

Andre Bell's answers were somewhat disorganized, but Mil successfully drew his attention back.

But after saying she was hungry, she seemed to realize something and immediately changed her words:

"No, no, I'm not hungry yet. I misspoke earlier..."

Before Andrebel could finish speaking, Mil interrupted him directly:

"If you're hungry, eat some beef and drink some milk. Take the lamp and let's go to the kitchen. Don't worry about this thing. I'll take you to another room in a bit and teach you how to use the recycling furnace."

Hearing Mir's words, Andrei was stunned for a moment. The next moment, seeing Mir had already gotten up, Andrei quickly took the Soul Lamp and chased after him.

"Mr. Mir, please wait for me! Don't leave the area illuminated by the Soul Lamp!"

Hearing what the Anderbels said, Mir slowed down slightly, then turned her head to make sure Anderbels was following. Only then did she adjust her pace slightly so that she could walk side by side with her within the range of the Soul Lamp's light without having to jog.

As the two walked side by side, the halo of the soul lamp illuminated the floor tiles beneath their feet and the walls on either side with a warm and bright glow.

How should I put it? It's like melting cheese being spread on the ground.

At least, it's much better than the previous cold and frightening atmosphere.

Of course, Mil wasn't completely oblivious to what was outside.

[Automatic alert system activated!]

[Consume one energy point daily to issue warnings for all threats invading the dungeon!]

[Including but not limited to the following types: physical intrusion, psychological intrusion, cognitive distortion, toxin infection...]

Although it's a bit expensive, it allows me to relax as much as possible.

This is a necessary investment; otherwise, if mental problems arise, it will make subsequent mental assessments more difficult to pass.

Mil couldn't believe that one day Andrebel or he himself would be corrupted by the mind...

While Mir was pondering this, the two of them had already entered the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn't big, only three or four square meters, pitifully small.

The sink, stove, and storage shelves for food and condiments are all crammed together.

"It's a bit cramped, but we need to be together now."

"I'll be as careful as possible!"

"Be careful of what?"

"Oops, I accidentally took your spot..."

Mil looked at Anderbel and shook his head:

"Don't always look like a doormat. You need to learn to be kinder to yourself. Like I said, we're about equals."

As he spoke, Mir took the soul lamp and placed it on a hook above the stove, which was specially nailed on to hang the soul lamp.

The orange-yellow light instantly filled the entire kitchen, illuminating every corner clearly.

Andre Bell followed her in and stood by the stove, her gaze sweeping curiously over the things she hadn't yet examined closely.

On the stove was a deep iron pot, which was cleaned spotlessly and was more exquisite than any pot she had ever seen when she was a child!

It's just like the kind of aristocratic items from a bard's story!

On the storage shelf were some dry rations and unidentified seasonings, and next to them was a ceramic jar containing small white granules.

Mir took a piece of well-wrapped beef from the bottom of the refrigerator, along with some seasonings, and placed it on the stove.

He glanced at Anderbel and asked:

"Do you know how to cut meat?"

Andre Bell paused for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes...yes, when I was at home before, my mom would ask me to help when she was too busy in the kitchen."

"Then you cut the meat, and I'll prepare the vegetables."

Mil pushed the beef toward Anderbel and then took a modern industrial knife from under the stove.

The blade was gleaming, and it even had "Xiao Zhang's Kitchen Knife" written on it!

Andre Bell had never handled such exquisite knives before. She took the knife; it was much, much lighter than she had imagined.

"Um, Mr. Mir, are you really going to give me such good tools?"

Anderbel's voice trembled slightly, tinged with fear.

"Well, it's not a very good knife, just use whatever you have."

After saying that, Mir turned around and continued preparing the ingredients, while asking:

"Can you eat spicy food?"

"hot?"

"It's something that makes you feel warm all over after eating it. Never tried it?"

No, no.

"Then let's give it a try."

Andre Bell looked down at Mil, who was squatting on the ground preparing ingredients, and nodded seriously:

"Mr. Mills told me to give it a try, so I'll give it a try."

"Don't force yourself to eat if it's not good."

"It's sure to taste delicious!"

After being told off, Anderbel rolled up his sleeves and began preparing the ingredients.

The two worked together, and before long, a sizzling sound rang out.

The cabin was instantly filled with a warm and cozy atmosphere.

"Turn on the range hood, um, just press the thing in the middle that flashes red."

"Boom!"

"what!"

Startled by the sound of the smoking machine starting up, Andre Bell felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Mir smiled:

"It's a bit old, so it's quite noisy, but if the fumes aren't removed, the air here will smell terrible."

As he spoke, Mir glanced at the top of the smoking machine, which connected to the outside of the cabin.

Fortunately, the system had already taken this into account and modified it long ago.

The aroma rose in the small space, warm and substantial.

Anderbel held the spatula and carefully turned the meat and vegetables, watching the steam slowly rise.

She suddenly realized that her choice must have been the right one!

Even if it's wrong.

Dying in such a beautiful dream doesn't seem like such a hard thing to accept.

Thinking of this, her expression relaxed considerably.

Mil smiled and looked at Andrebel, saying softly:

"Bring your food and come with me. There's something I need to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Anderbel immediately picked up the food in his hands, took the Soul Lamp, and followed behind Mil.