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

"Someone like me is not fit to have dreams."

Why?

Mir blew his hair and asked softly.

"I don't know, but it just shouldn't be like this."

"What if I insist that you have one?"

Andrebelle was silent for a moment, then she said softly:

"What you desire is my dream."

The system in her mind didn't give an answer, and Mir knew that this wasn't the girl's true dream.

Or rather, even Andre Bell himself didn't know what he wanted.

This world has ravaged her to the point where she has almost lost herself.

Having realized this, Mil did not press the matter further. He simply nodded and then said:

"Your hair's dry. Come with me, let's eat, and then rest."

At the dinner table, Andre Bell looked at the "hamburger" with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was a smile or a cry.

Her sitting posture was strange; she only sat on less than a tiny bit of the seat.

"Mr. Mill, may I ask you a question?"

"After you ask, you need to sit more comfortably and eat more."

Upon hearing this, Andre Bell's eyes reddened even more.

"Why are you so good to me?"

Mil gently raised his eyes and looked directly at Andrebelle. This time, Andrebelle mustered his courage and did not look away.

Even if Mir was lying to her, even if it was just a dream, that was enough.

The girl thought to herself.

But Mil's answer left Andre Bell somewhat stunned.

"I wasn't nice to you. I just treated you like a human being. That's all. Let's eat."

Upon hearing this, Andre Bell nodded somewhat absentmindedly.

"To be treated as a human being...?"

"You can sit in more seats. All the food on the table is yours. Clean up the dishes at home tomorrow. I'm going out for a bit."

"Lord Mir, if you trust me, you can take me with you tomorrow. We can act separately, and even if we are captured, I won't be a burden to you."

Anderbel looked at Mil, his eyes filled with an indescribable determination.

"What are the chances of you getting caught? What methods will they use to determine if you're a witch?"

"Ms. Mansing said that as long as I don't reveal my witch-like red eyes, I won't be discovered."

Upon hearing this, Mil looked into the other person's crimson eyes and asked softly:

"What are you going to do?"

"Just... just cover it with a layer of gauze or something? Lord Mir, don't worry, if anyone finds out, I absolutely won't implicate you, I will..."

"No need for those words. The Black Mist Tide will arrive tomorrow night at dusk. We won't split up. As for the Red Eyes, I'll help you figure out a solution."

At this point, Mil paused slightly, then continued to explain:

"The timing of the Black Fog Tide is uncertain. If I'm alone and don't hire a donkey cart, it will be difficult to bring back enough supplies at once."

Hiring someone else is not safe, and I can't trust them. Hiring a donkey cart would make you a target for thieves, so it's not advisable either.

But we'll have to play it by ear. Things are chaotic outside lately. If things don't go well, we'll just have to weather this period without supplies.

Mir gave an answer: although he could forcibly exchange energy points for supplies, the duration of the black fog was not fixed, and if it lasted too long, his energy points would definitely not be enough.

The purpose of this trip to town is to purchase some [extraordinary items] to exchange for energy points.

There are two reasons for bringing Anderbel along.

Firstly, she can actually help me carry some things.

Secondly, Mil wanted to use this trip to help her discover her inner dreams, which would be much more convenient if it involved something like buying clothes.

After all... the difference between ordinal number two and ordinal number one is like heaven and earth.

Of course, there are other reasons as well. For example, Mil doesn't completely trust Anderbel, and leaving her alone in her hometown would be a bit too risky.

Mansing's act of selling Anderbel to himself is quite intriguing.

Furthermore, according to Mil's understanding, the witch hunt occurred before the arrival of the black fog.

Although many people attribute the arrival of the black mist to the "witch's revenge," this is clearly incorrect.

Mil didn't believe that the current witch hunts could be any more severe.

Therefore, after careful consideration, having Andrebel by his side would actually put Mil at ease.

Ignoring Mir's thoughts, Andrebel nodded emphatically after hearing Mir's words.

"Anything that can help you, Mr. Mir, is more important than anything else!"

"Let's eat first. We'll set off early tomorrow, as the black fog is more likely to descend as night falls."

"Um!"

An hour later, as Andre Bell lay on the soft bed, she was still somewhat dazed.

Soft beds, delicious food, a gentle master, a sturdy house...

Everything seemed like something out of a dream.

Just a few days ago, she was locked in a dungeon, where even spoiled, cold, and hard food tasted delicious.

But now?

Anderbel felt as if he was instantly enveloped in something called happiness.

She wanted to laugh, but when she thought of the others in the dungeon who had nothing, she couldn't laugh.

Gradually, Andre Bell suddenly felt that his dream seemed to be taking shape.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mir was standing in the newly built [Recycling Furnace] room.

The room was very large, a full forty square meters.

The house was filled with various pipes, and at the very center was a huge boiler that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

The system's description of it is very simple.

[Recycling Furnace: Produces 5 energy points per day, but requires extraordinary items.]

【Feature 1: Repair: Damaged extraordinary items can be repaired by throwing them into the boiler, consuming points.】

[Feature Two: Origin Tracing: All extraordinary items thrown into the boiler will be analyzed and traced back to their origin, and can be perfectly replicated later by consuming energy points.]

[Compatible with the witch "Andrebelle" detected; boiler energy consumption reduced by 5%, energy recovery increased by 5%!]

[Please increase the witch's favorability as much as possible to obtain more benefits.]

Looking at the series of prompts given by the system in his mind, Mir couldn't help but smile.

With this, my future promotion speed will definitely be much faster than it is now.

Moreover, if these two characteristics are used well, the strength is simply outrageous.

I wonder what modules the system will unlock once I reach sequence number two.

While he was thinking, Mir suddenly heard a "cooing" sound.

Hunger kicked in; he hadn't eaten all day.

I glanced into the bedroom; Andre Bell was probably asleep, breathing steadily and not moving.

Mil walked quietly to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the mashed potatoes, but didn't heat them up, worried about disturbing Andre Bell.

They ate it bite by bite.

Anderbel noticed this scene, turned her head slightly, and tears fell one by one.