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

"It's alright, Andrebelle."

Mir spoke softly, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear a hint of tension in his voice.

Warm and fragrant, soft and tender to the touch.

For the first time in his two lifetimes, this sentence truly resonated with Mil.

It's really soft, and it feels completely different from hugging a man!

It's like holding a boneless lump of flesh in your arms.

It was a strange description, but it was the only one that could be conceived in Mil's vocabulary-limited mind.

"The clothes can be washed in the washing machine, it's okay, you can cry a little longer, but the snot will stick to your face."

Anderbel listened to Mil's words of comfort, paused in his arms for a moment, and then let out a soft, nasal laugh.

But soon, she stopped smiling.

Instead, she was carefully sniffing.

Mir knew he must have been laughing so hard he was snotting through his nose...

He turned his head slightly, giving Andre Bell a dignified way to get up.

Anderbel seized the opportunity, pulling away from Mil's embrace, wiping her face with her sleeve, her eyes red, tiny teardrops still clinging to her eyelashes.

She didn't look up at Mir, but stood there with her head down, her face still showing traces of snot, looking somewhat disheveled.

When Mir saw her like this, he almost laughed. Then he pulled out a stack of tissues from under the table. They were the "Gentle" brand.

"Wipe your face, let's continue with what happened next."

The release of emotions only takes a moment, but the embarrassment and awkwardness that follow can take a long time to resolve.

Mil could already predict that Andre Bell would do his review before going to sleep that night.

I bet she'll blush with embarrassment and keep thinking about what she could have done better.

Anderbel took the tissue, bent down and wiped his face a few times, removing the tear stains and snot bubbles under his nose.

Then, she folded the tissues and placed them on the corner of the table. Looking at the somewhat torn tissues, Andre Bell was still a little apprehensive.

"Um, Mr. Mir, the cloth... seems to have been damaged by me."

Andree sniffed again, looked up at Mil, and although her eyes were still slightly red and the tip of her nose was red, she looked... well, Mil thought, kind of cute!

"It's alright, Anderbel. It's a disposable cloth, that's the material. It's only used once, and then it's just thrown away."

"Oh? Wouldn't that be too wasteful? It's so soft and so white..."

"I have plenty. Besides, the paper is covered in your snot. Am I supposed to take it back to wipe my mouth?"

Hearing Mil's teasing, Andre Bell blushed and didn't reply.

That kind of thing is too embarrassing, even for couples.

Seeing that Andrebel had been teased so much that he didn't know how to respond, Mil got back to the main topic:

"I need to make a plan now. You stay here and watch over things for two hours. Just call me after two hours."

"Yes, Mr. Mill."

Anderbel nodded and said:

"I will continue to keep an eye on the situation outside. If those three things return, I will note the time and location. If they try to approach the cabin, I will contact you immediately."

Mil nodded, then pointed to the monitor screen, tapped it twice, and said to Andrebelle:

"This is an electronic map of the entire basement, um... it's a rough map I drew, but it's animated. If any red dots appear on it, please let me know immediately."

Anderbel nodded, indicating that he understood.

After giving a few more instructions, Mir sat back down at the table. He looked down at the part of his chest that was soaked with tears, took out a tissue, and gently wiped it.

Her voice was very soft, but Andre Bell still noticed it. Her face turned even redder, but she didn't initiate a conversation.

Mir didn't say anything, opened the notebook in his hand, took out a pen, and started writing and drawing on it.

This is his habit; creating a mind map helps with subsequent planning.

Anderbel stared intently at the monitoring panel, barely blinking.

Seemingly worried that her breathing might disturb Mir, she even breathed very carefully.

Because I had just cried, my nose was still a little stuffy, and I was having some difficulty breathing.

Mil understood this. He wanted to laugh and let Andrebel breathe freely, but after thinking about it, he figured that even if he told Andrebel, he would still be embarrassed and continue like this.

Teenage girls, in any world, are sensitive.

Giving them enough respect is the best choice.

So Mill buried his head and continued writing furiously.

The light from the Soul Lamp still evenly filled the entire space. To save power, Mir turned off most of the lights, but the recycling furnace was left on.

The buzzing sound was like the ever-beating heart in the basement; as long as that thing kept beating, there was still hope.

Although there were a few steps between Mir and Andrebel, the feeling of having each other's company was still very comforting.

At least, that's what Mill thinks.

It's so much better than living alone all the time.

The notebook was filled with a detailed list of follow-up arrangements.

First: Observe the outside situation for one or two days to confirm the situation.

[Second: Try to figure out the movement patterns of those three things, and observe the specific details of the thing that knocked on the door the first time.]

Third: Plan your route to Norton to learn more.

[Fourth: Figure out what exactly the goddess's grace in your mind is.]

Fifth: Sleeping arrangements for tonight...

[Sixth: Write down all the rule suggestions the system provides and have Andrebell memorize them.]

【seventh:......】

Mill wrote a lot, and it was at this moment that Andre Bell's voice came through:

"Mr. Mill, those three things are back, but this time they're further away from us. They've been standing there for about five minutes now."

Mil nodded in agreement:

"Okay, let's continue to observe."

"Well, it's been two hours already."

After thinking for a moment, Anderbel spoke up.

This was what Mr. Mill instructed her to do; she was afraid that if she didn't tell him, he would be angry.

"Has it been two hours already? Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

"Ah, it's okay, I can keep going, I'm not tired."

Seeing the somewhat embarrassed Andrebel, Mil smiled and stood up, continuing:

"It's alright, you should rest too. I told you, getting enough rest is very important."

Half an hour later, Mil watched the monitor and occasionally glanced at Andre Bell beside him.

She lay in bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Her breathing was even, and the light from the soul lamp shone on her face, making her look beautiful.

The soft, orange light cast faint glow on the not-yet-completely-dried tear stains, making them appear like a slender river flowing quietly.

But at that moment, Mir suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

Because, in the shadows not far from Andrebelle's bed, something was smiling at him!