Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Sir Misr, how does it taste?"

Seeing Fan Wei smiling, Midara put down the knife gracefully and asked calmly.

“It’s delicious! Chef Terrence’s cooking skills are just as good as mine. He maximized the advantages of the ingredients in a light and elegant way.”

When it comes to praising his cooking skills, Fan Wei is absolutely worthy of praise, his praise is pertinent and to the point.

There was a hint of interest in Midara's orange eyes. "To win your praise, Terrence is worthy of his former status as the palace chef."

"It's a pity... the taste of ordinary food can never compare to that of something that contains magical power."

"Your Highness, you are talking about monsters, right? The existence of magic does bring incredible flavors and greatly broadens the scope of taste!"

Thinking of the taste of high-level monsters, these exquisite dishes in front of me are indeed slightly inferior.

This was the case when Fan Wei had only eaten monsters around level 30 at most.

He was looking forward to it, a truly legendary existence, and wondered how delicious it would taste!

"Only a hero like you, Lord Misir, can cook monsters." Midara sighed, "And only your amazing talent can develop the treasures that have been abandoned and wasted."

"Just like that Nether Flower Pill, it has the power to change the world."

She stretched out her slender fingers, as if fiddling with the sunlight, or as if she wanted to grasp everything in the scene in her hands.

"Have you ever thought of going to a bigger place? Sir Misr, display your talents instead of being trapped in this small maze street."

Fan Wei's eyes flashed, and he understood in his heart that this was Her Royal Highness the Princess trying to win him over.

If monsters were only used as food, the nobles would not even bother to eat them. Only rare and noble foods would have edible value to them.

But once he uses it, the wealth contained in the monster can no longer be concealed.

No amount of discrimination can stop the desire for treasure!

"Thank you for your praise, Princess, but I am quite self-aware of my own abilities."

Fan Wei smiled. Just as Irene and Yunxin said, he didn't need to think too much, just be cautious and give the due value.

As long as the balance can be maintained, the spying on him personally will turn into a struggle between major forces, until the day when he himself grows into a behemoth!

"The maze is my foundation, so I probably won't leave Maze Street in the short term."

Faced with Fan Wei's clear refusal, Midara just smiled and nodded, said nothing more, and quietly enjoyed the subsequent food.

Exquisite and luxurious dishes were served, including tenderly fried veal steak, forty-year-old red wine, paella, smoked game, broth, and ice cream after the meal.

This was a rather sumptuous meal, but for a noble it was just an ordinary working dish.

After exchanging a few words with Terrence and putting forward some suggestions, Fan Wei took his leave for the time being so as not to disturb Her Royal Highness the Princess' afternoon rest.

Midara showed great respect to him and sent a servant to escort him to the door, as if it was a favor from a monarch to his subject.

"Alas, I still can't get used to the etiquette of the nobility."

With Yunxin and Gonia in the wide square, Fan Wei, who had regained his composure, was just about to hail a carriage when he heard a call from behind.

"Hey, Fan! Long time no see!"

The white-haired swordsman Di Matthew came out of the Adventurer's Guild next to the Royal Consulate, saw Fan Wei at a glance, and greeted him from afar.

"Matthew, I haven't seen you for a long time. Last time I invited you to the Legend Festival, but none of you showed up!"

Fan Wei was also very happy to see his old friend. After the two met and shook hands, he joked.

"You can't blame me for this." Old Di spread his hands in a funny way. "Andrew returned home not long after he got out of the maze. Julie is the pastor of the Earth Mother, so of course she has to be busy preparing for the church's festival activities."

"Kasso, Picoro, and Ohm are also going to the gathering place of dwarves and halflings."

"As for the remaining prophet? He said he had an important banquet and couldn't get away!"

"Let me tell you, Fan, this guy is really big now! He goes to all the high-end places!"

Di Matthew sighed as they chattered, "As for me, there was nothing I could do. My mother's condition suddenly worsened, so I left for a while to seek medical treatment for her."

"Is the situation serious? Do you need help?" Fan Wei asked quickly.

"Fortunately, it's just a relapse of inertia. The doctor suggested that I look for some legendary potions, or prepare expensive divine or magical treatments..."

Seeing Lao Di's helpless look, Fan Wei finally understood why he, an elite adventurer, always looked so poor.

"But don't worry, I still remember your invitation to the party! I will bring my brothers and sisters there then, so don't complain!" Di Matthew became energetic again. He had been coveting Fan Wei's cooking skills for a long time!

"That's absolutely not possible. The more people the better!"

The two men laughed loudly, and suddenly a teasing voice came from behind, "What are you talking about? Why don't you take me with you?"

"Hmm? Kasuyi!" The prophet lady we were just chatting about was standing behind us, still appearing in her casual style.

"Ah, yes! Yes! Lord 'Seer' Kasuyi!" Acting terrified and fearful, Di Matthew replied with an exaggerated and teasing smile.

"Humph, don't laugh at me. I'm not the only one who has become a noble." Kasuyi was dissatisfied and looked at Fan Wei with a blink, "You said so!"

"Our Sir Misr~"

Faced with this sudden backstab, Di Matthew opened his eyes wide! Misr was knighted?

Damn, what happened to the promise of sharing weal and woe?! This brother can’t be a brother for even a day!

......

Church of Light, inside the Golden Stone Monastery.

The warm sunlight came in through the window of the confinement room, illuminating the six-pointed star carved out of white stone.

The center of the star emblem is a beam of clear warm white, and the surrounding areas are scattered with colorful spots of light by the windows. The girl shrouded in it sits quietly, as if she is in a hazy dream.

The heavy wooden door with some rust on the joints opened with a creak, and the female bishop walked into the confinement room with an octogenarian.

"Miss Clara, this is Archbishop Brocaan. I've asked him to testify to your devotion to the goddess."

The so-called piety refers to the holy light. Clara does not believe in the supreme light. She used to believe in the Mother Earth with her family. Later, various changes made her lose her respect for God and turned to fall in love with one person.

But now the miracle of God can prove her innocence.

So the girl agreed to cooperate.

She must prove herself so that she can get out safely and return to her husband.

To this end, Clara is willing to endure any test.

The old man with a cane came to Clara, opened his old but clear eyes, and spoke tremblingly. His question was unexpectedly brief and plain:

"Child, do you believe in the light?"

Clara didn’t believe it until she saw it in a person, so she answered, “I believe it.”

The old man asked again, "Do you believe in miracles?"

Clara was silent for a moment, as if she recalled someone's attitude towards the gods, "I don't believe it, because the miracles of God are ultimately the miracles of man."

It was not God who guided her to meet that person, but that person chose to accept her, so she met him. This was her unchangeable answer.

Archbishop Brocain smiled and sighed a little breathlessly, "Very good, little girl, you are an outstanding believer, the goddess will bless you."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around with his cane and walked slowly out of the confinement room.

The female bishop was stunned on the spot, and after a few seconds she whispered a reminder: "Mr. Brokahn, you haven't seen the Holy Light yet?"

"Holy light? No need, goddess, it's not just holy light..."

"That's my opinion."