Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Are you just going to let them go just like that?"

Ailin looked at the strange team that left and said to Fan Wei, "If we count by adventure level, the average team is about level 35, which is rare in Maze Street."

"And there are dangerous elements like the Black Flame Godson."

"Generally, elite teams have their own long-term fixed activities. It always feels a bit strange to suddenly appear here."

"It's indeed a little wrong." Fan Wei also agreed with Irene's judgment, but smiled helplessly, "But I'm just a restaurant owner. I can't detain customers without reason."

"Besides, they are also rational people. Under the suppression of various forces, they should not be able to do anything big."

After a little thought, Irene realized that she was overthinking. As a member of a large organization, she would naturally consider potential threats that could affect stability.

But Misler had no control over these things. In essence, he was just an ordinary chef. He had no authority and no benefits, so there was really no need to control them.

"Then you have to be careful and don't get implicated by them."

After giving this reminder, Irene thought of the tower master who had been hiding in the kitchen from the beginning. Since she didn't say anything, there was no need to worry too much.

Although their positions are different, as the top existences in Maze Street, just the attitude alone can make people feel at ease.

"Little White No. 1, this is so delicious!" In the kitchen, the tower master was holding a piece of fish noodles in his hand and a few pieces of chocolate in his other hand, concentrating on enjoying the food.

Except for Fan Wei, probably no one knows that Mo Ling loves sweets very much.

When the chocolate with liquor filling was taken out, you could even see little stars in the tower master's eyes.

"Yeah, but I can't eat."

Xiaobai No. 1 raised his puppet arm and said indifferently, "If you don't mind, you can help me refine a more advanced body in the future, so that I can taste the food made by Misl."

"Okay, why don't you merge back with Little 2, so you can eat it directly."

Mo Ling's eyes sparkled, filled with a childlike innocence rarely seen among high-level professionals.

"Forget it, I'll go back to take care of my business first." Xiaobai No. 1 flew up and touched Mo Ling's face. "Before you can truly find happiness that resolves everything, our return will be the greatest harm to you."

"Little Mo Ling, use real love to replace the false comfort you have woven for yourself..."

On Maze Street and Yuehua Road, a small independent mansion stands beside a quiet road with swaying tree shadows. In autumn, red leaves fall all over the ground, and they dance in the sky when the wind blows. The rustling sound brings a hint of liveliness to the silence.

“This base is good.”

Although he was not very satisfied with the intelligence officer's work efficiency, he was indeed down-to-earth. He prepared accommodation for the team's arrival early and collected all kinds of equipment and information.

Skava looked back and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's get familiar with each other for now. When the time comes, you can contact us again."

"Yes! For the honor of the Empire."

With a proper salute, the intelligence agent left quietly and continued to prepare for the assassination.

After the others left, the black-eyed girl couldn't wait to take off her cloak, revealing a neat black combat suit covered with weapons from head to toe, making her body look even smaller.

"Where is the training room? I want to go exercise." The girl said coldly.

"Shocked?"

Skava smiled, "The way Mr. Misr seized the weapon must be a very scary special ability. If you can't find a way to crack it, he can easily kill you in seconds even if he becomes stronger."

"And he is also a 'Son of God'? Your fire of destruction will be useless."

"Hmph, you don't need me to tell you. I just want to destroy the world faster! When the time comes, if he kills me, I kill him. There will be no difference."

Looking at the cold look of the black-eyed girl, Skava smiled playfully, "Are you going to kill us then? Burning the world means eliminating all life, right?"

This question seemed to stump the girl. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "You will be the last to die."

After saying that, she went off to look for a training room, just like a young animal sharpening its claws and teeth, preparing for its next hunt in order to fulfill its obsession.

"Oh, unexpectedly persistent. Children's ideas are so stubborn."

Sitting on the sofa, Skava took off his hood and looked lazily at the ceiling. "I wonder what kind of ending the Empire will prepare for her."

"Who knows, but I know there will be no good ending for me."

The answer came not from the quiet Ruth, but from a voice that came from a plump woman with disheveled blonde hair and a salty face, who was lying on her side on the sofa, and spoke weakly.

Behind her is a long tail covered with golden-brown scales, and on both sides of her forehead are a pair of horns that spiral downward.

It was a very rare appearance. Even among the animal people, there were few with such obvious alienated organs.

"My end will be a serious illness, and then I will drown in alcohol in paralysis."

"Since we know that, you are still so dissolute!!" Skava got up and scolded angrily, then suddenly asked curiously: "You came back so early today? Are you lost?"

"No..." The blonde woman murmured, her octopus-like pupils dull and confused.

"I've already sat down in the most lively bar! I've downed two glasses of the strongest liquor, and was about to find two handsome guys to enjoy the night, but... she showed up."

"She?" Skava realized that the word was wrong.

"Yes, it's...it's her...definitely a succubus! Absolutely! How could there be such a charming woman in the world! She's so beautiful! And I'm obviously straight!"

There was a strange silence in the room.

The blonde spoke to herself. "She said she sensed a void in me and asked if I needed some comfort."

"I was just confused when the people around me started to make a noise and cheered, calling her Angela, the Queen of West Street!"

"A woman among women! A conqueror! A benevolent person! The most generous heart in the world!"

"At that moment, a bad feeling spread all over my body. I immediately wanted to refuse, but she said she had a cat that could do a backflip..."

"Really?"

"Don't interrupt. The cat is not the point at all! Anyway, once I entered the room, I...I, I completely failed! How could there be such a scary woman? She's so gentle."

"I love big sister's lap pillow to pick my ears. She's also really good at stroking her tail. I almost fell asleep!"

The blonde woman seemed to have lost something, and murmured weakly in loss.

Skava and Ruth looked at each other with complicated expressions, "Isn't this good? You should be satisfied. Let's take a good rest next."

"No, that's not the point." He hugged his head, and the horns tangled with his hair swayed with his head.

"I'm thinking about her again!" The blonde woman sobbed, roaring as if she couldn't help herself.

"No one has ever loved me so much, and understood me so well. It's over. I don't want to do anything anymore. I just want to retire and marry her."

"...you...she...got married." Skava finally realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly walked to Sylvia to check her mental state.

"It must be mental magic, playing tricks on me. I want to see what kind of monster it is!"

Deeply angry, she mobilized all her energy to check carefully, but her eyes gradually became confused.

There was absolutely no trace of mental influence, not even a trace. To her, it was just like a horror story!

"No need to check. What was lost was my heart..." As if she had finally faced her own heart, Sylvia climbed up with a resolute attitude, as if she had suddenly found the motivation for life.

"Angela, my love, no! I want to see her now!"

"...The Queen of West Street is so powerful... She must charge a lot."

Skava was speechless and helpless, and had to accept the fact that his companion was bent and captured in less than an afternoon.

At the same time, a hint of fear also arose towards those workers in special industries whom I have always looked down upon.

"No." Sylvia shook her head vigorously, "She doesn't want money."

"Even if countless admirers give her money, Miss Angela will only take a little, because the most valuable thing is her love! It is the love she gives us!"

"..."

The boundless shock hit Skava's heart, and he was completely numb.