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

After saying these words, Renee subconsciously raised her head again.

She looked at the dome, then at the light strips on the wall, then at the water source area in the distance, and further away at the farmland.

Every place was so perfect that she felt as if she were in a hallucination.

She looked around for almost a second, and finally her gaze fell on the locked door.

The thickness of the door panel and the peculiar patterns on its surface became exceptionally clear upon close inspection.

Mil looked at Renee and replied:

"My dungeon, a refuge I built myself."

After listening to Mill's words, Renee was silent for a moment, then said:

"It's not that I don't believe you, but isn't this a miracle?"

When that iron gate outside opened just now, I thought the gates of heaven had opened.

As she said this, Renee turned her head and glanced at Mill:

"We didn't die and end up in heaven, did we? Otherwise, how could there be such a perfect place?"

Mil didn't answer, but he saw what Renee did next.

Renee raised her injured arm slightly, touched the edge of the bandage on her elbow with her other hand, and then pinched it hard.

"Shh!"

Unable to hold back a cry of pain, Renee confirmed that she was neither dead nor in a hallucination.

She lowered her hand and whispered something, as if talking to herself, yet also as if addressing someone nearby:

"It's even sturdier than the Vatican headquarters' sanctuary."

These words were overheard by two knights who were distributing rations nearby.

The two exchanged a glance, saying nothing, but they could see that each other's eyes were slightly red.

I'm so glad I survived.

"Don't ask how this place came about. I can only assure you that it's very safe. At least, no superhuman below Order 4 can force their way in."

Are all the villagers safe and sound? Has anyone been injured?

Once the topic shifted to ordinary people, Renee instantly put aside her other random thoughts. She looked at Mil and replied:

"A few people twisted their ankles slightly on their way here, but otherwise they're all fine. They're all waiting for your instructions over there."

Upon hearing this, Mir looked in the direction Renee was pointing.

Over there, several elderly people leaned against the wall, sitting down with some difficulty, their faces showing astonishment and disbelief at their surroundings.

Several thirsty young people were squatting by the river to get water to drink.

Seeing that the adults had relaxed, some of the children started to talk as well.

The adults, under the command of the knights, distributed the food.

The women were tending to their children or whispering something, like prayers.

Everyone's voices were very soft, some of which were absorbed by the space and some by the soundproof walls, but those small sounds still flowed slowly like a river in this soft light.

It makes people feel very at ease.

Watching this scene, Mir suddenly felt that it was all worthwhile.

But it was exhausting and risky; indeed, he was different from those great leaders.

He really didn't want to put himself in such a dangerous situation again next time.

Renee looked at Mil and, seeing that he remained silent for a long time, assumed he was still immersed in the joy of everyone surviving.

She smiled and continued speaking to Mill:

"Take a moment, let me tell you about the statistics we just compiled."

A total of 419 people survived this time, including 67 elderly people, 80 children, and the rest who were able to work.

However, six people sprained their ankles on the way, and three suffered minor injuries. They accidentally fell while running and were cut by pebbles on the ground. They have all been given simple bandages.

As for Holy Light, I'm the only one who knows how to use it right now, but I don't have any extra mana to use it. I'll see how it goes later.

Oh, and two other children developed fevers on the way, probably from catching a chill and being frightened by the black fog. They've been placed in a dry spot next to the water source, and I'm having someone make them some hot soup.

"If Father Aules were here right now, he would know exactly how to handle these kinds of situations."

Renee paused slightly when she said this.

Then, she took a deep breath and exhaled the grief she felt for the old priest's death:

"By the way, I also need to tell you about the food and supplies."

We brought very little dry rations this time.

Because of the need to travel quickly, a lot of food was left behind in the church. What we have now is probably only enough to last eight to ten days.

If I eat sparingly, I estimate it will take about fourteen days, but I'll probably only be able to eat one meal a day.

As for water, it seems you have a stable water source here, so there shouldn't be any problem.

Even if we only drink water and eat very little food, there probably won't be many people left to survive here after a month. Do you have any plans?

Oh, right, and medicine, seeds, all sorts of things..."

Hearing Renee's barrage of questions, Mil felt a little helpless. He gently reached out and interrupted Renee.

"Don't rush, Miss Renee. I need time to resolve these questions. I'll figure out a way to deal with the medicine."

But that's not the most urgent thing; the most pressing issue right now is food security.

In this way, you can first gather the wounded, the elderly, and children in a location near a water source, where it will be easier to get water and cook.

Then, for the young and middle-aged adults, you should divide them into groups of ten, and designate a person in charge for each group to be responsible for moving the materials.

As for the knights, you will lead them and be responsible for maintaining order and taking turns observing.

I'll rest for a bit, and then I'll tell you the next steps of the plan.

Renee nodded without asking any further questions, then turned and walked towards the crowd, preparing to give Damir his orders.

Watching Miss Renee weave through the crowd, Mil nodded slightly.

Then, Mil looked at Andrebel and said softly:

"Anderbel, help me look around in a bit. I need to plan everyone's accommodations."

Anderbel nodded and said softly:

"Hmm, would you like some water? I'll go get you some."

"Have some, I'm really thirsty."

After Andrebelle went to fetch water, Mil stood there and looked around again.

Under Renee's arrangement, the distribution of these more than 400 people has now basically stabilized, and some people are helping to unload the transported supplies from the handcarts and stack them neatly.

Some people were laying out blankets and tidying up the rest area, while several children sat on the edge of the water source area, paddling on the water with twigs.

That's how kids are; they can relax very quickly.

But Mil frowned, recalling the appearance of the fleshy troll monster from before.

The surrounding area... is not peaceful.