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

The donkey cart wheels rolled over the frozen ground, making a "crackling" sound.

Mil and Anderbel stood on a small mound, following the caravan at a distance.

As they approached the town of Qian, Mir stopped.

He then looked at Anderbel, or more precisely, into his eyes.

Thanks to her own [Transformation] effect, her eyes had now turned light brown.

There was absolutely no trace of the previous crimson stain.

【Almighty Lord】Although the sequence was chosen by the system for me, the good thing about this sequence is that I can learn anything!

All you need to do is provide the system with the basic information or the scroll, or even just the principles.

Subsequently, Mir will be able to learn skills of any sequence by consuming energy points.

This shapeshifting ability was purchased by Mil at a church sale in the second month after he transmigrated.

"Mr. Mir, if I'm going to play your wife in a little while, what... what do I need to do?"

Andre Bell's voice trembled slightly; she felt waves of nervousness and shyness.

Mil noticed Andrebel's nervousness and worry, smiled and shook his head, then said:

"Don't be afraid, don't worry. Just hold my hand. No matter what happens, don't let go. I'll take care of the rest."

Hearing what Mil said, Anderbel nodded.

Although she tried her best to keep her expression calm, the panic and tension in her eyes were still very obvious.

"Norton Town is just ahead. Don't let anyone notice anything amiss, Andrebel, take my arm."

"Yes, yes..."

Hearing Mil's words, Andrebel took a deep breath, then slowly stretched out his hands and gently wrapped them around Mil's left arm.

Even though her fingers were through the thick winter clothes, Mir could still feel the subtle trembling of Andrebel's body.

Even so, Mil didn't say anything; he simply tightened his grip on Andrebel's arm even more.

The movement was small, but it calmed Andre Bell's somewhat rapid breathing considerably.

As the small group of three or four donkey carts slowly entered the town of Norton, it was soon time for Mil and his companion to arrive.

Norton is not a large town, and many of its surrounding walls are even made of mud. But even so, the two Soul Lamps on the walls are the only items to resist the Black Tide.

In front of the city wall stood several guards dressed in tattered leather armor. Their faces were red and dry from the cold wind, and they held long spears in their hands, the tips of which gleamed darkly in the gray sky.

One of them saw Mir and his companion approaching and raised his hand to signal them to stop.

"Stop!"

The guard's voice was rough, as if he had drunk three or four times the amount of wheat wine in one go.

"What are you doing in town? And where did you come from?!"

After hearing the question, Anderbel remained silent, only keeping his head down.

Mir could feel that Andrebel's arms tightened unconsciously.

She is afraid.

Mil gently raised his hand and patted Andrebel's arm lightly, then took out a crumpled pass from his pocket and handed it over:

"This is a pass from the Church of Tiares. Sirs, we're from the town of Drywood. We're here to take some dry rations and charcoal to town to exchange for some salt and cloth. This is my wife; she's come with me to buy supplies."

The guard took the pass, glanced at it, and then looked up at Mil and Andrebel.

The guard's gaze swept quickly over Mil, but lingered on Andrebel's face.

"So beautiful! David, look at her, she's even prettier than Mr. Rubis's daughter!"

Another guard named David came over upon hearing this, and after seeing Andrei's face, David couldn't help but nod and say:

"Yes! Alright, you can leave now. If she wants to stay, we'll naturally let her leave with you when you're done."

Upon hearing these words, Andre Bell's arms tightened instantly.

Even through the thick sleeves, Mil could still feel Andrebel trembling.

She stood frozen in place, completely motionless, as if she had been frozen in place.

Anderbel didn't speak, nor did she even look up at the two guards; she simply clung tightly to, or rather, gripped, Mil's arm.

It was as if if she loosened her grip even slightly, she would be dragged away.

"Two esteemed guards..."

Mill spoke, his tone unchanged:

"When I needed my wife's help to exchange the items, and since the pass was valid, I felt you shouldn't have..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The guard named David waved his hand impatiently:

"Master Rubis is looking for a new maid right now. Won't she be better off there than she is with you?! Don't let your selfishness stop her from going to a better person and a better life!"

His words were utterly shameless.

But it's also very realistic.

In this world where black mist descends, miracles occur frequently, the abyssal rifts widen, and friction between border tribes continues...

Guard David's words were simply too rational and correct.

This scene was also witnessed by the others who wanted to enter the city. Instead of criticizing the guards, they all whispered in agreement:

"What a beautiful woman! Her beauty should not be wasted on that uncouth farmer."

"Tsk tsk, what a pity that Mr. Rubis took a liking to her first, otherwise I would also like to buy her, even just drinking the ale she spits out would be a pleasure."

"She'll probably leave. I bet you. That farmer will argue, but he'll definitely get a good beating from the guards!"

The sounds around him seemed rather jarring to Mil.

He frowned.

Mil knew that Anderbel was beautiful, but before they came out, he had deliberately smeared a lot of mud and dust on her face.

It wasn't that Mir was unwilling to use Transfiguration to completely change his appearance, but rather that the more he changed, the stronger the reflected magic energy would be, and the more magic energy would be consumed.

There aren't many superhumans in Norton, but Mil doesn't want to cause trouble for no reason, especially since the Church is the main power in Norton.

But I never expected the oppressive atmosphere here to be so intense.

Or rather, order and ethics have collapsed beyond recognition here.

Do the people actually condone this kind of forced abduction of women?

Mil shook his head slightly, then looked at the outstretched hand of the guard David, and without any hesitation, reached out to stop it.

Right now, using money to buy shelter is the most sensible option.

But Mil was not prepared to do that.

First: I don't have that much money.

Second: It felt too stifling to give it to them.

Third: That's the mindset of a coward!

Without any hesitation, a faint golden lightning flashed in his eyes.

"The Light of Punishment!"