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

Thirteen hours have passed since the upgrade of the Mir dungeon.

The troll's body, a mass of flesh and blood, still lingered outside the dungeon.

However, it was always blocked from the outside by the light film.

The system notifies Mir that his current energy level is 79%.

It can last for about eight more days.

This is the energy that comes with the system upgrade.

If replenishment is needed, extraordinary items can be placed in the recycling furnace.

This includes, but is not limited to, "the corpses of extraordinary beings," "the products of alchemists," and "holy water from the Church of Faith"...

According to Mir's calculations, all the extraordinary items in the entire dungeon account for about 10%.

Most of them are the armor worn by Miss Renee.

There was nothing we could do about it. Everyone was busy running around, and carrying some food was enough. Who had time to carry those extraordinary items?

Of course, the system also provides a mil solution.

A goblin's corpse can provide about 1% of the energy.

2000 would be a very good option.

The question is no longer whether the goblins will attack this place; it has become that Mil needs the goblins.

All facilities within the underground city require energy to operate.

Lighting, defensive structures, mental defenses, soul lamp illumination...

He rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat annoyed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

The three sounds were neither too loud nor too soft, just right.

This is the unique sound of Andre Bell knocking on the door.

Mil quickly composed himself, a smile playing on his lips, and greeted the person at the door:

"Have all the houses been allocated?"

Anderbel looked at Mil and nodded slightly:

"Yes, thanks to Miss Renee's help, everything has finally been arranged. The construction of the outer defenses is also scheduled in shifts. Everything is moving in a good direction, Mr. Mir."

Hearing Andrebel's words, Mil breathed a sigh of relief and said to her:

"Thank you for your hard work, Andre Bell. Go and get some rest. Your room is on the second floor, next to mine."

During those 13 hours, Anderbel didn't have a moment to rest.

Mir felt she was reaching her limit.

But to Mir's words, Andrebel unexpectedly shook her head, and she walked towards Mir:

"The person who should be resting more than me is you."

"I am a superhuman, Andrebel, and I still have enough energy."

Mil shook his head and retorted to Anderbel.

Anderbel bit his lip and shook his head at Mir's words.

"I knew you would say that, so I specifically asked Miss Renee. She told me that the bodies of first-order superhumans are not fundamentally different from those of ordinary people."

Going without sleep for more than two days will actually have some effects, especially since you're in such an overloaded state. You absolutely need to rest.

Anderbel was very tough, giving Mil no room for negotiation.

"I'm having trouble sleeping, Andre Bell. There's so much going on, I can't sleep even with my eyes closed."

"Whatever the matter, I'll take care of it for you. You haven't rested since last night, but I have. Witches are different from normal people, and I have plenty of energy too."

Looking into Andrebel's deep red eyes, Mil couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Just then, Renee's voice came from outside.

"My lord, you really should rest, otherwise I'll be the lord here in a couple of days."

Renee's voice carried a hint of teasing, but it was also full of advice regarding Mil's current physical condition.

She walked in, her clothes covered in dust, and her fair face showing signs of fatigue.

"I'm sorry for walking in without saying hello, but I am indeed a bit tired. We are all first-order superhumans, and I know everyone's stamina. You should take a rest. I will oversee the construction here. Once you've rested, let me rest as well."

By the way, the houses here are much better than those elsewhere, and... there are even many things I don't recognize. If you have time in the future, please arrange one for me too.

Renee showed none of the austere virtues expected of a priestess; instead, she immediately began making extremely greedy demands.

Mir was somewhat helpless, but to be honest, he was indeed very tired. His head had been spinning ever since the previous divine amplification mode ended.

"If there's an opportunity later, I'll definitely make arrangements for you. Since you and Andrebelle have both said so, I'll go and rest now. In three hours, no, in two hours, I'll trouble Andrebelle to wake me up."

Andrei countered Mil's words once again:

"Four hours!"

"Two and a half hours!"

"Three and a half hours, otherwise I won't rest afterwards."

Andrebel's voice trembled slightly. She was a little scared. After all, she was refuting Mil in front of outsiders. No matter how good Mil's personality was, she still felt uneasy.

"Alright, alright, then it'll be three and a half hours, Anderbel. Thank you for your hard work. And... thank you all for your concern, I'm very grateful."

As Mir finished speaking, a smile appeared on his face. He bowed slightly to the two of them to express his gratitude, and then walked upstairs.

Only Andre Bell and Renee remained in the living room.

Renee glanced at the sofa, then at the dust on her body, and then plopped down on the floor.

"call!"

She let out a long sigh, feeling her sore legs relax slightly, and said to Andrebelle beside her:

"Miss Witch, you have a wonderful husband."

Upon hearing this, Andre Bell blushed slightly. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she only opened her mouth and said nothing.

"This place is really strange. The lord also told me about the goblin incident later. Don't worry, everyone will try their best to survive."

Renee continued speaking, almost to herself.

"Miss Witch, I need to apologize to you. I did have prejudices and misunderstandings about witches before. In my impression, you witches were all evil things who worshipped demons and the abyss and would do anything for your own benefit."

For example, they eat children alive, enjoy experimenting on humans, capture people to be slaves, and make eerie laughs at night, etc.

Hearing this, Andrebelle's eyes reddened slightly, and she looked at Renée:

"Just because of these things, these fabricated stories, has it caused us so much suffering?"

Renee was silent for a moment, then continued:

"I'm sorry, I can't change others, I can only change myself. As for whether you accept my apology, I don't insist. I will pay the price for my prejudice later."

Have you harmed any other witches?

"No, but I have seen witches burned at the stake."

What was your opinion at the time?

"I didn't watch it. I left because I thought it was cruel."