Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

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"Miss Antila?" Fan Wei recalled carefully and found that he had no impression of this name.

But from the look on Midara's face, he knew this lady.

Sitting in the Golden Pod Hall for entertaining distinguished guests, Rowling smiled apologetically and went to invite another guest to take the table. Her Royal Highness the Princess then said with a slightly cold expression.

"This Miss Antilla has many titles, but the most famous one is probably the 'Queen of the West End'."

"Although... you know, she is engaged in that kind of industry, but she is the one who has the final say in the entire West District. Those gangs and forces, regardless of gender, all bow down to her."

"I'm beginning to wonder if Miss Rowling is next."

"Is it so scary?" Fan Wei straightened his back slightly, as if he had heard of a "Godfather"-like character in a gangster movie.

She has a dictatorial hand in the West End, so for business reasons, Rowling must contact her and build a good relationship with her. However, it is a bit strange to let the 'Queen of the West End' meet Her Royal Highness the Princess.

No wonder everyone tacitly concealed their names.

The door of the reception hall opened again, and Fan Wei looked towards the door with a serious look, expecting to see a person with a strong aura, domineering and cool presence.

But what caught my eye was a slender, beautiful woman with straight light pink hair standing next to Rowling.

She couldn't be said to be stunning. She didn't have the stunning beauty of the Sufuli elves, or the extraordinary beauty of the gods like Gonia. She just had a well-proportioned figure and a pretty face.

But you can't say she is not beautiful. Fan Wei can't explain it clearly, and he can't explain it visually, but he can feel it intuitively.

Every detail of the person in front of me reveals charm and seduction, she is stunningly beautiful!

"Hello, Your Highness." Antila spoke, her voice gentle and clear, like the sound of a spring spring.

Even though Midara disliked prostitutes in her heart, her expression softened a lot and she nodded in greeting. Rowling was about to lead this strange lady to a seat.

But she greeted the housekeeper and Fan Wei leisurely.

"Hello." The housekeeper nodded slightly, and Fan Wei responded politely. Although it was their first meeting, he felt that he really liked getting along with Miss Antila.

"Please take a seat and enjoy your meal." Rowling raised her hand and explained, playing the role of a good host.

"The chefs at Broken Bridge Trading Company are obviously not as good as those at the Royal Consulate and my dear partners, but they also have their own specialties of hometown-style dishes."

"Please forgive me, Princess, for letting me taste the flavor of my hometown."

Stewed poultry and grilled river fish wrapped in tree bark have a strong herbal aroma and a special sweet taste that will immerse you in an enjoyment on your tongue.

In addition to tasting the dishes, Fan Wei paid more attention to Antila.

Facing this lady, he had a keen sense of her determination, her happiness, and her dark pain.

"Mr. Misr." Antila noticed Fan Wei's gaze, her eyes full of affection, "Are you looking at me? Or are you looking at something other than me?"

"I feel..."

After careful consideration, Fan Wei said, "It's you, like a piece of moonlight in the dark night."

Pah! He felt his thigh being slapped hard, and he gritted his teeth. He turned his head in confusion and looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess, only to see that she was still smiling politely.

Antila slowly revealed an extremely charming smile.

Woo—the chair rubbed against the floor. She suddenly stood up in the bewildered silence, walked slowly closer, and leaned over to stare into Fan Wei's eyes.

There was almost no smell, but a soft and tranquil scent lingered around the nose.

"Let me take a closer look, Mr. Misle." Antila whispered softly, close enough that he could hear her breathing. She stretched out her slender hands to hold Fan Wei's cheeks, her eyes full of tenderness.

"You are so special..."

In the gentle voice like humming a lullaby, her eyes sparkled, "blooming with the warm light of the sun, but as vast as the stars."

"Can I kiss you?"

Ding! The sound of Rowling putting the cutlery down was a little loud. She lowered her head and coughed lightly, then glanced sharply at Misle Fan.

Do you have such a weak will? I didn't say anything, why did you two fall in love with me? And the princess was present, you bowed down to the "Queen of the West End", don't you really know how to write the word death?!

"Thank you, Miss Antilla."

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Fan Wei quickly waved his hand, "But for now, it's not necessary. I would really like to invite you to the restaurant as a guest."

Just when Midara was about to lose control of her expression, Antila stood up and smiled proudly.

"I will certainly come, dear Fan."

She returned to her seat and sat down, her eyes showing generosity and a smile on her lips, "Please forgive my impoliteness, Your Highness. I beg Miss Rowling to let me meet you because I want you to help the West District."

"Oh, how do you ask?" Midara asked nonchalantly.

"Let the West District become your territory, and the people of the West District become your subjects."

Antila's words made the princess pause. She raised her eyes and looked at her inexplicably, "Then what do you need?"

"Nothing is needed, nothing."

Antila said gently, "I support you, Princess, because your faith is enough to save many."

"I know your love for this kingdom and its people. We need a monarch that we can trust, and it will also be your strength, just like most great undertakings are achieved in both directions."

“You can change the fate of many people, including your own.”

Midara was silent, looked at Antila with a complicated look, then looked at Fan Wei with some doubt, nodded and spoke only one word.

"it is good."

Antila's face blossomed into a bright smile.

The meal was very pleasant. After the deal was reached, food would be quickly transferred to the refugee camps to solve the urgent problem. And with the promise of the Queen of the West, any measures taken by the princess would receive their full support.

Sitting in the carriage, Midara closed her eyes in deep thought, then opened them to look at her retainer who was waving enthusiastically at the window.

"Sir Misir, what kind of person do you think Antila is?"

Fan Wei thought for a moment, "She gives me the feeling of being like the moonlight on the water, very gentle and full of love. She probably loves 'all living things', but she also loves specific people."

"Compared to you?" Her Royal Highness the Princess asked suddenly.

"I'm definitely not as good as her."

Fan Wei smiled, and then a thoughtful look appeared on his face: "But to be honest, Miss Antila, you really give me a... familiar feeling."