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

Current favorability: 62/100 (loyalty)

[Current recycling furnace profitability: 120%!]

Looking at the huge increase in the numbers, Mir felt an overwhelming surge of joy.

Compared to the previous 5%, this is a fourfold increase.

In this way, the resources in my possession can stay for a few more days.

Just as Mir was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a slight darkness in front of him.

He subconsciously looked at Anderbel, only to find that the other person had appeared in front of him at some point.

"Mr. Mir..."

Anderbel paused slightly, then said:

"No one has ever been this kind to me except my mother. I have doubted your true thoughts and wondered if you have been deceiving me all along."

But now, even what you just told me is a lie.

Even if this furnace requires the consumption of my life, I am willing to dedicate myself to it.

Mir didn't reply; his ears were slightly red.

These words, that he had never been in close contact with a woman in his previous life, made Mir feel his face flush.

"Don't overthink it, I'm not the kind of lich villain from bard stories."

As he spoke, Mir withdrew his hand from the furnace. The lit patterns slowly dimmed after the continuous infusion of magic energy ceased, returning to their original calm, dark gray.

The compartment fell silent, with only the faint crackling of the burning soul lamp and the gentle warmth emanating from the residual heat of the furnace.

Of course, there was also Anderbel, who kept staring at Mil.

She wore a strangely gentle smile, which made Mir feel somewhat at a loss.

However, Anderbel did not notice this.

She was simply learning from her memories of her mother smiling at her.

Many years later, Andre Bell still liked to look at Mir like that.

Because she discovered that Mil could never resist her smile.

As for the specific reason, she herself didn't know.

"There's still a lot for you to do..."

Mil coughed:

"Besides operating the recycling furnace, there are also records of materials, candle fuel consumption, and ground monitoring data. My energy is limited, so I need someone to help me with these tasks."

Upon hearing this, Anderbel nodded seriously, then looked down at the bag of food in his hand that he had already eaten most of.

Then, Andre Bell suddenly blushed.

She then realized that she had been eating the whole time, while Mir hadn't eaten a single bite!

So Andrei quickly handed the food he was holding to Mil, and said hurriedly:

"Mr. Mill, you...you haven't eaten yet. I...I've already eaten most of it. Please forgive me, I...I'll go make something right away!"

Looking at Andrebel, who was now speaking haltingly, Mil smiled and shook his head:

"I actually admire the image of the hero in the bard's poems, and occasional fasting to lose weight is actually beneficial for my body shaping."

Hearing Mil's words, Andre Bell, who had been somewhat at a loss, couldn't help but laugh.

Andre Bell's laughter was soft, though he still felt a little guilty and embarrassed.

But Andre Bell didn't forget the important matter; how could Mil not be hungry?

After she finished laughing, she looked down at the food in her hand, a determined look returning to her face. She took the remaining food and handed it to Mir:

"Mr. Mir, please have some. You have a great figure. Even if you want to lose weight, you should wait until the black fog passes."

"This is delicious!"

As he spoke, Andrebel held the food in his hand to Mil's mouth:

"Give it a try!"

Mil looked at the food in front of him that Andrebel had taken a bite out of, and a faint look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

This... eating her leftovers?!

Actually, Mir doesn't mind.

But isn't this still a bit inappropriate?

Didn't Anderbel know that this was a very ambiguous matter?

No, she might genuinely not know.

People in this era struggled even to eat, so naturally they wouldn't pay attention to these things.

My own thoughts were too despicable.

In his mind, Mir quickly came up with a suitable answer.

Looking at the food that Andre Bell held up and offered to his mouth, he swallowed hard and then took a bite.

It's delicious, and the meat is very flavorful.

He was indeed hungry, and swallowed in a few bites. He looked up and saw Andre Bell standing opposite him, his ears slightly red as he looked at him.

Andre Bell knew that this matter was ambiguous!

But she cares more about whether she has eaten anything!

Seeing the slight blush on her ears, Mir instantly sorted out all her thoughts.

"Andrebel..."

Mil instinctively called out Andre Bell's name.

"Yes... I'm here, Mr. Mill."

Anderbel answered softly, as if he were hiding from something.

"Actually, I'm not hungry..."

"You're hungry. Last night, I saw you go to the kitchen and eat some cold potatoes. So please eat this food. Otherwise, even if you don't eat, I absolutely won't eat a single bite."

Anderbel became unusually tough, even revealing what had happened the previous night.

All of this was just to feed Mir.

"Then I'll eat by myself. You don't need to hold up a fork and feed me. I'm not used to that."

Mil tilted his head slightly and offered a word of advice to Anderbel.

Anderbel paused for a moment, then immediately turned around, handing the food to Mil while keeping some distance from Mil.

Her ears turned even redder, and then, to ease the awkward atmosphere, she lowered her head and pretended to straighten her clothes, but her eyes still unconsciously kept glancing in Mir's direction.

Mir didn't expose her. He lowered his head and continued eating, casually flipping through a page of the booklet on the table, pretending that he was doing something.

The silence between them lasted for a while, but it was unexpectedly heartwarming.

The light from the soul lamp shone quietly, filling the entire underground space with a warm and even glow.

"Starting tonight, we'll be taking turns resting, two hours each. Remember, if you don't call me, I'll double the time next time I call you."

Anderbel paused for a moment after hearing Mil's words, then smiled and nodded.

"Remember, don't act on your own; maintaining your mental safety is very important!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mir. The scene I saw inside that crystal earlier was scary enough. After all, there were many strange figures in the thick fog behind that fake Mr. Mir."

"What did you say? I didn't see it!"