Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Midara rubbed her eyes, sighed heavily, stood up from her desk, and walked to the window to look at the lights in the night.

There was endless darkness, the light beneath the fallen feet was still bright, the guild was majestic, the Sage's Tower was lonely and shining, standing as usual, but the Royal Consulate was faintly swaying in the wind and rain.

The surrounding land nobles were summoned for a meeting in the afternoon, but the slightest rumor had already made some fence-sitters ready to change direction.

One fifth of the people were "ill" and did not come, so they only sent their children to attend.

When it comes to the integration of food, soldiers and weapons, they make all kinds of excuses.

They only looked at their own little piece of land, and the little noise caused by the strong shadow caused a bunch of frightened birds.

When the iron hoof comes, can they really get around it? When the butcher knife is raised, how can they resist it?

When you are safe, you cannot think of danger; when you are weak, you cannot think of building momentum. Midara felt that it was a waste of energy to communicate with such an idiot! But for the time being, she only had such a chess piece to use.

"Madam Hua Lian, how is the situation with the refugees?"

He tilted his head slightly and asked about more troublesome news. On the surface, the natural disaster had passed, but in fact, the real disaster had just begun.

Millions of refugees who have lost their land and food and are in exile are enough to destroy any city.

In addition, there are plagues and pollution caused by the death of humans and animals and the accumulation of decay.

There are also a bunch of vultures that eat carrion, shady slave traders, necromancers who love corpses, and cultists who search for sacrifices like hyenas.

The summer drought has already severely damaged Roga's vitality. This heavy blow may really break the backbone of this kingdom.

"Your Highness." The serious housekeeper was still meticulous. She used to be a maid of Midara's mother, a child of a loyal vassal, and also the wet nurse who grew up with Midara.

It is someone you can absolutely trust.

"According to statistics from subordinate officials, there are now at least 100,000 refugees in Maze Street." Madam Hua Lian's voice was cold and hard without any fluctuation.

"At your request, we have dispersed them to refugee camps in several areas through the guidance of relief food."

"Among them, 10,000 people are in the River Bay area, 40,000 in the West District, 30,000 in the South District, and 20,000 in the North District."

"But this is just a rough estimate, the actual number is much higher and many people are not included in the statistics."

One hundred thousand people...Midala felt depressed. At least five hundred thousand kilograms of food would be consumed a day, not to mention the continuous influx of people.

Even if she had been prepared, if the outside food supply was cut off, the optimistic estimate would only be enough to sustain her for half a month.

"How do the Guild and the Sage Tower respond?"

Madam Hua Lian bowed her head slightly. "The guild refused to help with the refugee issue. They only care about adventurers. The Sage Tower has not responded yet."

Haha, it’s really a changing world, Midara was also making fun of himself.

The four major organizations have always had clear boundaries. When the thunder bug disaster occurred, it was the Guild and the Sage Tower that were in a hurry, and the Temple and the Royal Consulate were just going through the motions.

Now the victims are entirely the responsibility of the Royal Consulate.

Fortunately, the temple provided assistance no matter what, and a large part of the work of comforting and healing the victims was due to them.

"I understand. You've worked hard, go and get some rest. Also, cancel your previous plan to visit Lord Misr and go at another time."

"Okay." Madam Hua Lian's expression did not change at all. "Your Highness, please take care of yourself as well."

"Of course." Midara curled the corners of his mouth and showed a dangerous smile, "I will definitely stay alive until all my enemies are dead!"

The night is dark, the stars are sinking, and undercurrents are surging in silence.

At this moment, in several hastily built shelter camps, the people who had escaped so hard were able to find a temporary rest.

Life in the refugee camps is certainly not good, but it is not that bad at the moment. The hellish scenes I saw along the way in exile are truly horrific and unbearable to recall.

The figures of those who fell to the side of the road and were then dragged away by the people around them are still engraved in the memories of Izar and his younger brothers and sisters.

Some people were even still struggling, but the hungry evil spirits didn't even bother to light a fire and had already started devouring the 'food'.

Hunger is the worst evil.

Fortunately, the camp had disaster relief food distributed by Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the last meal was distributed at 8 pm.

For dinner today, you can have solid flatbread, as well as clear soup made from vegetables, salt and eggs. Many people choose to wolf it down as soon as they get it.

But there are always family members who are unable to move around and need to pick up the items on their behalf.

Her Royal Highness's knights and the priests of the temple were very tolerant of this. Although the inspection was strict, they allowed food to be taken away.

"Hurry up." Izar urged. His younger brothers and sisters couldn't help being hungry. Some of them were already tearing bread to eat. The looks from many people along the way made him feel uneasy.

About half a pound of bread could only barely satisfy my hunger, and I had to rely on the soup in the earthenware jar to fill my stomach.

Some people who are impatient because they themselves are not good enough will come up with ideas that they get from others.

A feeling of being surrounded by wolves suddenly swept over his body. Izar slapped his brothers and sisters and asked them to hide their things, but anything they stuffed into their thin clothes would be conspicuous.

"Hey, some kids are full and are coming out to digest their food."

Passing a dark corner, a grinning voice came from the shadows.

A halfling with shifty eyes walked out of the darkness. This race was famous for having a lot of thieves and robbers. Although he was short, he was good at forming gangs.

The halfling and two tall people, a man and a woman, stopped the teenagers.

"You must be tired carrying so many things. Let us help you." The half-man 'robber' smiled and reached for the bread in Izar's hand, not wanting to be explained at all.

The boy's head buzzed and he knew he was being robbed!

But thinking of his mother who was waiting alone in the camp, he became furious and pushed the halfling out, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Ouch, you dare to hit someone!"

A scream rang out, and the three robbers tore off their disguises and started to rob! The younger brothers and sisters were obviously no match for the adults' strength, and they were pushed to the ground crying.

Izar struggled hard, clutching the bread in his arms tightly. During the fight, the clay pot fell to the ground and the soup spilled all over the floor.

"You're looking for death, you little brat!" He was kicked out by a big foot and curled up in pain.

This corner is dimly lit, there are no guards, and not many people. These guys have chosen a good location, and I'm afraid no one can come to help them.

Izar was sad, angry, and desperate.

Without food, their condition would definitely deteriorate! It was not even known how long they could survive.

"Leave them." Suddenly a voice was heard, and a man with an unclear face walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a black robe and holding a staff.

"Who do you think you are?!" The tall man wanted to step forward with his fist raised, but suddenly his whole body could not move.

"Magician, it's the magician!" The halfling was obviously more perceptive. Although he didn't know the second-level magic 'Imprisonment', his power beyond that of ordinary people was very obvious.

"Give the things back and leave them alone." the deep voice continued.

Knowing they had hit a wall, the three robbers had no choice but to do as they were told.

The mysterious magician looked at the children and took out another silver coin and handed it to Izar, "Live well and take good care of your brothers and sisters."

"Thank you... Thank you, Mr. Adventurer!" the young man said with awe and gratitude.

Seeing the hero who seeks justice for him, he wishes he could have this power too!

Picking up the clay pot, grabbing the food and silver coins, Izar walked away quickly with his brothers and sisters, looking back from a distance.

"Ha, ha ha ~ Master Magician, you see this is just a small misunderstanding." The half-orc's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he asked with a laugh: "We will never dare to do it again! Can you let us leave?"

"Later?" The voice sounded like a question.

"Sorry, there will be no more scum like you in the future."

As the merciless voice fell, several red rays pierced through the brains of the three people before they could react. Then the magician reached out and took out a crystal gem, which absorbed the souls of several people.

The red color lit up, the orange color lit up, but the yellow did not light up as expected.

"A soul is just a streak of red?"

"Two red stripes make one orange..." The voice after the killing was a little trembling, "Yellow... is three orange..."

Not only the sound, but also the hands were shaking. The price I had originally thought of seemed so insignificant in front of the newly discovered truth!

The seven brilliant colors make up a wish, and this is the wish gem.

—The price offered to the desiring one.

——————I am the dividing line——————

The evening breeze was a little chilly, and Fan Wei sighed wistfully.

Winter is only a month or two away, and the high-altitude Maze Street has already entered a cooling phase. The thin and cold air makes the starlight seem more transparent.

He sat by the window, looking up at the night sky, and was rarely able to sleep.

Leaving friends, leaving the busy restaurants and kitchens, when you are alone, all kinds of scenes on the ghost island that subvert your cognition and distort your spirit begin to emerge in your mind.

As a person who is always sober and faces everything, Fan Wei actually suffered the greatest mental damage.

The incomprehensible 'dark matter', the ancient plan that hides the terrible truth, and the unknown shadow, as soon as you close your eyes, endless nightmares will come madly.

The feeling of being out of control that is hard to understand and unable to change makes even the favored one who owns the system feel uneasy.

"Oh, I want to cook again. Let's go to the kitchen and relax." Fan Wei stood up and drew the curtains, then walked lightly to the corridor. Everyone should be asleep by then.

I tiptoed towards the stairs and suddenly saw a light behind me.

"Sir?" Clara stood by the half-open bedroom door. "It's rare for you to sleep so late. Are you worried about something?"

"Ha, no, nothing." Fan Wei lowered his voice, "I, I just want to go to the kitchen to make something, do you want to join us?"

"Ok."

The girl tied her hair up and followed him, saying without looking away, "If you feel troubled, you can talk to me. The book says it's good for the soul."

The tone was calm as usual, and Clara seemed to see through Fan Wei at a glance.

As the people who have been with each other for the longest time, she has developed an intuition about her husband and will wake up naturally when she hears familiar footsteps even in a deep sleep.

"Well, I..." Fan Wei said with a smile, and suddenly another door opened.

"Is there any midnight snack?" Irene pushed up her glasses and asked, "I'm a little hungry."

"You didn't sleep either~"

I originally just wanted to go downstairs quietly, but I didn't expect to disturb so many people. Fan Wei also smiled bitterly.

"Yeah, I think I said that magicians don't need that much sleep." Helplessly holding her forehead, Irene reiterated the common sense she mentioned to the little fool in the Lost City.

"I'm a little tired from studying magic, so go to the kitchen and take care of me."

"You are still so hardworking late at night, you are worthy of being a great magician!" Fan Wei was in awe, but he was excited! Now that there are diners, he can show his skills!

If it wasn't for the urgency of the matter, she wouldn't want to stay up so late... The fairy lady sighed in her heart but didn't say it out loud.

Recently, the speed of blood recovery has become faster and faster, and various fairy characteristics have appeared on the body.