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

Mil said a lot, but Andre Bell didn't actually understand much of it.

For a long period of her life, she was imprisoned in a dungeon.

But Andre Bell just listened quietly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Mil.

But I didn't dare to look closely.

Looking someone in the eye is an action that only people of equal standing can take.

For a slave to do that is a provocation.

"Mr. Mills, do you have to face all of these things alone?"

Mir didn't look up, but instead observed Andrebel's wounds, saying in a calm voice:

"For now."

"But...but I can't go outside with you, please forgive me, Mr. Mill."

Hearing this, Mil raised his head curiously, looked at Anderbel, and asked, puzzled:

Why?

"Because... once my identity as a witch is discovered, you might be implicated and executed as well. The Vatican is arresting us. This is what Ms. Mansing told me."

"Is that so? That's fine. You can stay here and take care of some other things for me. Your wound is almost healed. Come with me to take a shower."

As he spoke, Mir glanced at Andrebel's wound, which had finally healed a little, and a smile appeared on his face.

Although the price is frightening, the results are indeed excellent.

Magic is really useful.

"Go...go take a shower? Shall we...go together?"

As Andre asked these questions, Mil picked up another tube of ointment and applied it to Andre's skin.

The sensation of skin touching him made Andre Bell feel hot all over.

Finally, finally, it has to come to that point?

But... if it's Mr. Mill, it seems like a pretty good choice too.

Mr. Mills is a gentle man.

Thinking of this, she blushed and boldly glanced at Mir out of the corner of her eye.

"You still have many injuries on your body that need cleaning and washing. I will try my best to avoid you."

After hearing this, Anderbel realized that he had been wrong.

She felt a mix of joy and slight disappointment.

"Um......"

All my words were reduced to a simple "hmm".

The bathroom was very steamy, and Andre Bell blushed.

Even though she was completely immersed in the bathtub, the feeling of being naked still made her a little nervous.

The soles of the feet are tensed, and then bent and arched.

"Your injuries are severe. Did Mansington hit you?"

Looking at the shocking wound on his back, Mir couldn't help but ask a question.

"Ah, no! Mr. Mill, Ms. Mansing is the best person I have ever met besides you."

Anderbel immediately explained, fearing that Mil would misunderstand.

"After Ms. Mansing bought me, she didn't touch me. Instead, she fed me every day and told me that she had found me a good buyer."

At this point, Andrebel turned to look at Mil, bit her lip, and whispered:

"You bought me for eight loaves of bread, but Ms. Mansing has given me more than 20 loaves of bread in the meantime..."

Upon hearing this, Mir nodded and sighed softly.

"I think so too. She's always been a very perceptive woman. Well... let me rephrase my question: are there many people like you?"

Anderbel lowered his head slightly, as if recalling something unpleasant.

"a lot of."

Are they all like you?

"Um......"

Mil paused for a moment, then slowly said:

"Don't overthink it. Just live your own life. We'll go save them when we're strong enough."

Upon hearing this, Andrebel abruptly raised her head, looked at Mil, and asked in an almost trembling voice.

Will that day ever come?

"I'm not sure. If I'm still alive when the black mist arrives, I'll give it a try."

Mil didn't give a clear answer. He stood up, took a towel from beside him, and handed it to Andrebel.

"The wounds are mostly treated. Take a towel, dry yourself off, and then come out. Your change of clothes are here. Remember to turn off the heating... um, this is the button, remember to press it."

After saying that, Mir was about to leave, but Andrebel called him back.

"Um, Lord Mir, what should I do after I take a bath?"

"I'll prepare dinner for you. After you finish eating, go straight to rest. I'll talk to you about the rest tomorrow."

When the door was closed, Andre Bell was still somewhat dazed and confused.

Warm water dripped from my palm.

She still believes it was just a dream she had before she died.

How could there be such a gentle person in the world?

Mir left the bathroom and sat in the living room, the system's voice echoing in his mind.

[Andrebelle's favorability +7, currently at 25 points, allowing construction of the new building "Recycling Furnace"!]

"put up!"

Although it was his heartfelt sentiment, Mir still couldn't hide his excitement.

Each construction of the dungeon brings him huge profits.

The modern space I am in right now was built by the system.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get through the dark, foggy nights of this other world safely.

Fog can become extremely dangerous at night!

Inside, what's inside, nobody can say for sure...

The thought of that misty shadow, hundreds of meters long, sent a chill down Mir's spine.

This world is far too dangerous!

Only by increasing his strength as soon as possible can he gain enough security.

[Construction successful!]

[Congratulations, host, on unlocking your first "Extraordinary Building"! Dungeon level increased, system panel optimized!]

Dungeon Level: LV2

[Underground city area: 100 square meters]

[Current Dungeon Rooms: 1 Modern One-Bedroom Apartment with Living Room, Kitchen, and Bathroom; 1 Recycling Furnace.]

[Lord Information: Mir]

[Lord Rank: First Order (Shepherd: I regard my people as my beloved lambs, but I ask for no wool in return.)]

[Lord Sequence: Omnipotent Lord (Extra-Sequence: At the end of omnipotence, is it the boundless starry sky, or the unobservable singularity?)]

[Lord Skill: Command (Passive Skill, Charisma +10, Speech +5, Harvest +2, Protection +1)]

[Detection indicates "Dungeon" has reached LV2; Host Rank Advancement Quest activated!]

[Note: The order promotion task is unique; if it fails, the entire order will fail!]

Promotion Quest: The Lamb's Redemption

[Fulfill the wish of the person among your subjects who has the highest favorability towards you, regardless of the wish!]

Mil was stunned when he saw the sudden appearance of the quest.

What is that?

Why don't you take a look at what task you posted?!

Fortunately, he was a lone commander with only Anderbel under his command.

However, the wishes of seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls are the hardest to fulfill. What if she wanted world peace? Wouldn't that be terrible?!

Am I going to die before I even get started?!