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

As Mir's voice faded, Anderbel uttered a sound of surprise.

"Huh? Living underground?! You...you're going to kill me..."

Anderbel listened to Mil's words and for a moment did not understand what Mil meant, thinking that Mil's words were a veiled hint.

Looking at her pale face, Mil gently shook his head.

"Don't overthink it. This wooden house is just an empty shell; our living quarters are underneath."

The next moment, under Andre Bell's astonished gaze.

Mir walked to the bedside, and a red light emanated from the eye socket of the ram's head decoration hanging inside the wooden house.

Facial recognition successful. Dungeon entrance open.

Only Mir could hear the sound. In Andrebel's eyes, the wooden bed slowly split apart after Mir stood on it.

Beneath the wooden bed was a massive steel door that left her speechless with astonishment.

Mir stepped forward and touched the iron gate with his hand.

[Iris scan complete!]

[Magic element test complete!]

[Mental health test completed!]

With a series of complex mechanical sounds, the iron gate slowly opened.

Anderbel counted roughly in his mind, and there were about 33 strange red lights.

Once the iron gate opens, there is a gradually advancing, exquisitely crafted corridor that is almost blindingly bright.

Warm yellow light shone from the walls on both sides of the corridor, illuminating the steps leading down.

An indescribable warm current rushed towards my face.

That kind of air was something Andre Bell hadn't felt in a long time.

Dry and clean.

It was in stark contrast to the damp and cold air outside.

Her face was now slightly flushed from the heat.

"Stay close to me."

Mil gently reached out and took Andrebel's trembling, thin arm.

Anderbel felt the warmth emanating from Mil's palm, a mixture of fear and apprehension, along with a hint of indescribable longing and anticipation.

The staircase wasn't very long; after climbing about twenty steps, the entire underground space suddenly opened up again.

But Andre Bell was completely stunned by the scene before him.

Everything before her eyes was completely different from what she had imagined.

In a space of about fifty square meters, there were no torches, yet the room was filled with a soft glow.

The source of the light was an array of unidentified, jewel-like objects surrounding the area.

"This light is wonderful."

Andre Bell thought to himself.

This light doesn't produce the black smoke of an oil lamp, so there's no need to chop firewood, find oil, or worry about wind protection...

The girl was just looking at the light, but Mir frowned.

He hadn't noticed it when the lights were dim, but now he realized just how serious the girl's injuries were.

On her calf, there was a wound about one centimeter deep and about five or six centimeters long.

The wound was already oozing pus and festering; upon closer inspection, one could even smell a slight stench.

The skin also showed extensive frostbite, redness, swelling, and ulceration.

She is now like a broken porcelain doll.

"What's your name?"

"Ah... Andrebel, that's the name my mother gave me."

Upon hearing this, Mir nodded.

"My name is Mil. Now, Andrebel, obey my command and lie down on that bed."

Upon hearing Mil's words, Andrebel's face instantly flushed crimson.

But she didn't hesitate. She just bit her lip and limped toward the bed.

Isn't this just the way things should be?

Anderbel, you have been bought by Lord Mil, and everything you have belongs to Lord Mil.

Soul, body, everything—that is how it should be.

But the thought of what might happen still filled Andre Bell with a mix of fear and shyness.

"Don't overthink it. I need to treat your wound. The wound on your calf has become infected and may need to be amputated if it's not treated soon."

When Mir's voice came, Andre Bell was stunned, but at the same time, his heart was filled with a strange warmth and a sense of daze.

But her body's subconscious reaction was one of bewilderment.

She hadn't been cared for in so long that she didn't even know what to do.

Mil ignored Anderbel and simply went into another room, calling out softly.

"Retrieve [Medical Equipment], select [Light Priest] from the Divine Tree series, consume 20 energy points to create a disposable healing scroll."

The moment Mir's voice fell, the system's cold tone rang out simultaneously.

[Consumed 20 energy points to craft a "Healing Scroll". Current energy remaining: 12 points. Please accelerate the construction of the "Energy and Recycling" space.]

Hearing the system's urging, Mil sighed slightly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and whispered:

"Bringing me from Earth only to make me live underground all day in such a dangerous world, what bad luck..."

"Fine, I'll use another 1 point of energy to exchange for a basic modern medical kit."

Not long after, when Andre was in a state of extreme anxiety, Mil came out of the room.

He was carrying a medical kit in one hand and a treatment scroll in the other.

"Why are you standing by the bed? Didn't I tell you to lie down?"

Looking at the uneasy Anderbel, Mil frowned and gently scolded him.

"You'll make the wound worse by doing that."

"I... my body is too dirty, I can't dirty such a nice bed."

Anderbel looked up, her voice trembling slightly, her whole demeanor timid and hesitant, as if afraid that her words might displease Mil.

"As for the wound, it's really nothing. I can't use up your resources, Mr. Mir. Those things are more precious than my life. I can easily..."

However, before Andrebel could finish speaking, Mil gently shook his head.

"ah!"

Amid the girl's gasp, Mil scooped her up by the waist and tossed her onto the modernly crafted bedding.

soft!

Incredibly soft!

Just like a mother's womb!

This was Andre Bell's first thought after being thrown onto the bed.

Can I sleep on such soft bedding?

She was stunned, and then her left leg was gently lifted up.

A warm touch came, accompanied by a tingling sensation as if electrocuted.

Andre Bell's breathing stopped unconsciously at that moment.

Mir carefully rolled up the trouser legs, revealing that the wounds were so badly damaged that some parts were even stuck to the clothes.

After finally managing to lift a few pieces of clothing, beneath the tattered garments lay large patches of bruised and swollen skin.

The festering wound was so red and swollen that it had turned almost black.

Mil sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the wound, and asked with a slight frown:

"How long have you had the wound?"

"I...I don't remember."

"Don't remember? How can you forget such a wound?"

Hearing Mil's subconscious question, Andrei lowered his head slightly and spoke softly:

"Because I've suffered this kind of injury many times..."