Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Inside the interrogation room of the Maze Street Court, Clara saw through the window several familiar faces in her memory.

Those were the villagers on the farm where she used to live.

After a night of killing, the flames ignited by the thugs engulfed the dry village. Although the girl did not deliberately kill them all, she also believed that not many people would survive, and it was even less likely that they would appear in the maze street.

But the more you don't want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen.

Several villagers who somehow survived the fire and escaped the famine were now standing outside the window, looking at her with hatred and fear, gritting their teeth and shouting "Devil!"

At the judge's suggestion, what happened that day was told with exaggeration.

"Do you disagree with the witness's testimony?" asked the serious-looking judge, sitting on the other side of the interrogation table.

"...They want to kill me." The girl said slowly, without wavering or panicking, "Before I kill them."

The judge lowered his head to take notes, then raised his eyes and asked, "Anything else?"

“My home was destroyed as well.”

The girl's tone was cold and her excuses were a little pale. This was not something she was good at, but in order to wash away the crime she should not have committed, she tried hard to explain.

The testimony was transcribed word for word, and looking at the record on paper, the judge asked the final question.

"Do you regret it?"

"No..." The rejection was not the girl's stubbornness.

Clara knew she should have argued a little more, but the fact of murder was right in front of her. She imagined her husband hearing the news that could no longer be concealed, and she was afraid that he would be disappointed by her excuses.

"Killing means killing. They deserve it."

"This is a very serious matter! An entire farm was destroyed because of you! In the end, only a few people survived!" said a younger judge nearby sternly.

The girl fell silent and stopped answering.

"Well, the matter has not been concluded yet, so it is not recommended to make such accusations." The accompanying female bishop said lightly.

There was a disagreement within the church on how to deal with Clara. Those who agreed with the archbishop believed that the Holy Light must be infallible and wanted to save Clara.

The other group, led by the currently most powerful Bishop Kunmail, believes that the girl is a pagan with black flames.

The so-called holy light is just a disguise and a huge hidden danger! It must be judged and dealt with as soon as possible!

The female bishop felt that both sides made sense, but she was vaguely inclined towards the Holy Light Sect, so she spoke up for Clara.

"We will have a serious and rigorous discussion," said the judge who asked the first question. "But judging from the current situation, the lightest result is gross negligence manslaughter, which is likely to result in the death penalty or exile."

"We will have a formal trial in court tomorrow. If there is any evidence or you want to invite a defense lawyer, you can do it quickly."

After the judge finished speaking, the girl remained expressionless, as if such a cruel result had no effect on her at all.

Seeing the judge leaving with the still excited witnesses, the female leader glanced at Clara and said comfortingly, "Don't be too scared. There may be a new turn of events."

Turning point...The girl remembered a familiar figure.

She was not worried, because no matter what, the master would definitely come to rescue her...

After finding all the help he could find, Fan Wei went back to the restaurant and cooked the dishes that Clara liked in his memory.

This is his little habit as a chef, he will silently remember everyone's hobbies.

Even though the girl rarely expressed it actively, he remembered it clearly.

It is a light sourness, rich fragrance, and a variety of cute little desserts, just like the hobbies of most girls.

Taste expresses a person's inner heart. It is not difficult to see that the taciturn girl is still looking forward to warmth, cherishing love, and carrying innocence and hope.

Maybe she has seen very desperate things, but as long as the care is not extinguished, one day, she will bloom a smile as warm as the morning light.

The bishop who was pacing back and forth and brought dishes to the church saw Fan Wei, stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Misr, I was just about to look for you."

"The Maze Street Court has decided to hold a trial for Miss Clara immediately."

She said in a soothing tone, "The punishment and charges may be severe, please be mentally prepared..."

"...May I ask, what is the attitude of the church?"

Not as anxious as imagined, Fan Wei asked calmly.

The reaction was almost identical to that of the girl, which made the female bishop stunned for a moment, and she exclaimed that the two were really alike.

"We will try our best to reduce Miss Clara's sentence, but the church cannot guarantee the specific outcome of the trial."

Nodding to express his gratitude, Fan Wei did not put all his hopes on the outside world. If it really didn't work out, he still had a final plan.

But it is highly likely that it will not be used.

Walking from the wide gate to the secluded corridor, dusk had already fallen. The setting sun was casting a blood-red afterglow under the thick clouds, dyeing the church windows a dazzling brilliance.

Clara sat alone in front of the divine emblem in the confinement room, looking a little lonely.

But the girl's ears suddenly moved, catching familiar footsteps. She turned around and smiled softly and faintly.

"gentlemen."

"I'm here~Clara, I brought your favorite dish!"

It was a daily chat. Yunxin and Gonia squatted in front of the big lunch basket, looking very hungry. The harmonious scene did not seem like a visit but more like a reunion.

"As long as it's made by the gentleman, it's delicious."

Watching Fan Wei take out portion after portion of delicious food, Clara was filled with joy and peace, just like the dinner he made for her when there were only two of them in the restaurant.

"I feel like this month has been a dream. Life has changed a lot, and I have changed a lot too."

The girl spoke slowly, with more words, "Before I met you, all of this was hard to imagine."

She raised her eyes quietly and suddenly asked, "If you knew my past and my sins, would you still accept me like this?"

"Of course." Before the girl could explain, Fan Wei smiled, "Because you are Clara."

He was not a fool. When they met for the first time, the emptiness and indifference in the girl's eyes made him understand a lot.

The blood-stained sleeves and the lack of alertness of a thin girl made it easy to tell that this was a dangerous child!

…but she seems very hungry!

So Fan Wei went to cook. Although a lot of misunderstandings occurred afterwards, he gradually understood that the girl's dark eyes were actually longing for happiness.

Just like the deeper the darkness, the more we long for true light.

"It's okay, tell me slowly." Handing over the hot bowl of rice is what Fan Wei is best at, a way to convey happiness and warmth.

The world is complex and simple.

Filling your stomach with delicious food will warm your heart.

Misr Fan, always believe this.