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

The aroma of the food slightly disrupted the somewhat stuffy air in the basement.

Although the smell of cooking oil is a bit strong, at least it's not as intimidating as it used to be.

The two entered the compartment where the recycling furnace was located, and the soul lamp dispelled the darkness in the room.

The outer shell of the recycling furnace was illuminated by the soul lamp, giving it a somewhat distorted glow.

Mil stood beside the recycling furnace, looking at Andre Bell beside him:

"If you're hungry, eat while you listen to me."

"No, no need, Mr. Mill, that would be far too rude to you..."

However, before Andrebel could finish speaking, her stomach rumbled.

Mil looked up at Andrebel, whose face was slightly flushed, and said softly:

"That's an order, Andrebel."

"Yes, Mr. Mill."

Anderbel listened to Mil's words and responded softly before taking small bites of his meal.

Mil looked at Anderbel and sighed softly:

"Well, Anderbel, although I've considered whether to tell you this news, lies will eventually be exposed. Rather than letting you find out on your own later, I'd rather tell you now so you can be prepared."

Hearing what Mil said, Anderbel felt very nervous.

The chewing motion in my mouth slowed down unconsciously at this moment.

"You know that the black fog typically lasts for about two weeks, right?"

Hearing Mil's words, Andrebel swallowed the food in her mouth and immediately understood Mil's meaning. She guessed with some fear:

"Are you trying to tell me that this time the black fog will last much, much longer than usual?"

Mil nodded, which was considered an answer to Andrebelle's question.

"How long is that? If it's more than a month, we'll have to go out and search for food. I just checked your food reserves, and you only have about a month left."

Mr. Mill, don't worry, I will eat less from today onwards and try to leave as much food as possible for you.

Also, I'll try to go out and search for food next week. If I wait a month to go out, my body might be a bit weak..."

Andre Bell began to devise a plan all at once, every step of which was filled with concern for Mil.

Hearing the girl's words, Mir gently shook his head and slowly said:

"Andrebel, it will take much, much longer than you imagine."

Upon hearing this, Andrebelle's eyes dimmed, and she instinctively clenched her fists.

"That's two months?! If that's the case, a lot of people will die, and the goblins and trolls around here will also come to harass human villages. We'll probably be within their attack range too."

Moreover, food will die off in large numbers due to prolonged lack of sunlight, and then there will be even less food to eat...

Mil was slightly surprised by Anderbel's remarkably insightful view.

It's astonishing that a girl with no formal education could deduce so much...

The only word to describe her is "innately intelligent".

"It will take even longer, Anderbel, probably a few years."

Mil chose not to tell Andrebel the truth, after all, 130,000 years would drive someone to utter despair.

If it's only been a few years, perhaps there will still be a desire for people to live.

But it was only a tiny bit.

Upon hearing Mil's words, Andrebelle's mouth, which had been constantly making plans, instantly shut up.

She looked at Mir, a hint of confusion in her eyes:

"Mr. Mill, if, if it really does loom for several years, then I really don't know what to do... It seems like a certain death situation."

The only thing I can do is offer my body to you after I die, at least to fill the void...

"Andrebel!"

Mil interrupted Andrebel, his words somewhat harsh, and then continued:

"You may not have a solution, but I do. All you need to do is trust me unconditionally."

"But I have trusted you unconditionally from the very beginning, Mr. Mill."

Anderbel blinked, the light from the soul lamp shining into his crimson eyes, making them flicker.

Mir was momentarily stunned by those words.

"I know, I'm just emphasizing this point. This time, the black fog will last for quite a long time, and as the fog lasts longer, things outside will become more dangerous."

Therefore, staying here and huddling around is just waiting to die.

"We have only one way out: get out of here, make contact with the Vatican members in Norton, and find a way to defeat this black fog."

Hearing this, Anderbel was somewhat taken aback and said:

"Dispel the black mist? But... but such a thing has almost never happened before. Can we really do it?"

"I don't know. If it can't be dispelled, then we'll have to leave. That's all."

After saying this, Mir looked at Anderbel.

The girl was also staring at Mil, her lips still slightly oily.

"Are you telling me all this because you're worried I might do something?"

This was the first time that Andrebel had spoken to Mil in a way that was somewhat "questioning".

Upon hearing this, Mir pondered for a moment, preparing to find a slightly tactful way to reply.

But before Mir could speak, Anderbel took two steps forward, staring intently at Mir, her voice firm:

"Mr. Mill, just as I have always told you, I am your property. Even if you are unwilling to admit it, Anderbel does, and will not forget it. Please believe me."

After saying these words, Anderbel lowered his head and silently ate his meal.

"You are more opinionated than I imagined. Besides, I naturally trust you. This stove is the most important place in the entire basement, and it is also my biggest secret."

I called you here to tell you this secret, or rather, to put you in control of the heart of the entire basement.

After saying that, Mil looked at the somewhat surprised Anderbel, gently stretched out his hand, and pointed to the recycling furnace.

As a faint magical essence was injected, the patterns on the surface of the furnace began to slowly light up.

"Remember everything I'm about to say..."

"Um!"

Anderbel stood beside Mil, still holding the bag of hot food in his hands, his gaze fixed on the glowing patterns, listening to Mil speak while occasionally taking a bite of the bread in his hand.

Half an hour later, Mil had already taught Anderbel how to operate the furnace.

Anderbel touched the surface of the stove with his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Mr. Mill, is it really alright for you to tell me this?"

"I believe in you, that's enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, a system notification popped up in his mind.

[Andrebelle's favorability has increased!]