Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

(Sorry... I can't get motivated. I'll start editing right away!

It must be completed as soon as possible!

I need to write a 10,000-word manuscript today! I need to write as much as I can!)

"It seems that you are very interested in Misr."

Rowling looked at Antil who was quietly watching the carriage leave, and said with a hint of caution that even the Queen of the West District and the Chief Supervisor had to be wary.

She knew clearly that she had been moved and attracted by her love, and almost became a different person.

This kind of involuntary emotional involvement disgusted Rowling. She would never allow herself to lose her mind and become a vassal of others. This was more painful than killing her.

"No." Antil shook his head. "I can't describe it as interested. Fan doesn't need me. I'm just worried about him."

"In this world, everything is driven by desire. People's quarrels and love, weather and disasters are all caused by God's passion. Fan's desire will lead him to the inevitable end."

"What is that?" Rowling felt a little uneasy.

'Inevitable', like the word fate, made her deeply resist it.

There was an indescribable meaning in Antila's almost scarlet pink eyes, "I can't explain it, but showing the world 'love' will definitely happen."

She shed tears, "I don't care, and he probably doesn't care either, but for him, this is too pitiful."

“Why can’t I bear it all?”

Looking at the sobbing Queen of the West End, Rowling reached out hesitantly, wondering whether to comfort her, and Antila held her hand.

"Please don't be trapped by the shadow of the past, okay? Accept a little bit of softness..."

Rowling shuddered inwardly, retracted her hand, and lowered her eyes. "I'll consider it, Miss Antila, but not now. You terrify me right now."

After instructing the guards to see the guest off, the chief executive returned to his office.

The sun was shining from behind her, and she exhaled slowly as she looked at the documents waiting to be signed on the table.

......

So hungry...

Izar felt the acid burning his stomach walls. He and his younger brother and sister leaned against the small tent where they were staying, waiting for good news from the restless crowd.

The sunshine as winter approaches is rarely warm, but it cannot dispel the uneasiness in my heart.

No food was distributed in the morning, and the relief site was still empty around noon, like a lost promise.

The stomachs, which were already barely half full, protested even louder. The thin trust that had just been established in people's hearts began to slowly tilt.

Come to think of it, with so many refugees, Her Royal Highness the Princess would definitely not be willing to provide free food and drink to so many people.

Perhaps there were few people in the first few days and the princess was willing to show her generosity, just like many nobles, but when there were more people, her concern for her purse would prevail.

Ultimately, civilians can only rely on themselves.

"Mother, let me go buy some food."

Izar asked his mother after touching the silver coin given to him by the mysterious adventurer in his arms.

The mother, whose legs and feet were injured and inflamed during the escape, still had difficulty moving, but she had recovered a lot under the pastor's treatment. She shook her head, held Izar's hand and whispered to him to hide the money.

One silver coin is not a small amount of money. They haven't seen such a large amount of money for a long time.

So it must be used at the most urgent moment. Before that, no one must find out that they have money!

'Hope' in a place like this can take away lives.

"Izar, have you heard?" The child who ran to the door of the small tent was one of the companions he had made recently.

The friend's face was filled with uneasiness, "We found a lot of hidden bodies in the back, all piled up in the room where the food was originally stored!"

"Ah?" Izar didn't understand why this happened, but he instinctively felt fear.

"Some people say this isn't a refugee camp! It's a slaughterhouse! The princess wants to kill us all to avoid wasting food!"

"She also wants to cut off our flesh and make sausages as food reserves!"

"No, that's impossible..." Izar felt a little creepy and shook his head subconsciously. "Who said that? If you want to kill us, why do you care about our food?"

"I don't know, everyone says so, someone discovered the truth!"

"Just think about it, everyone was too skinny when they first arrived. It must be bad to make sausages from them. Of course they have to be fattened up! She is a demon! I heard that the king has ordered the abolition of her position, but she just refuses to leave."

The words of his little friend were like a gust of cold wind. Izar shuddered and quickly told them to his mother.

"No way, Her Royal Highness the Princess even sent a priest to treat us..." Touching his injured leg, his mother, Izar, and his brothers and sisters couldn't help but think.

Sausages with blood on them are not tasty either...

Although she was not sure, the mother did not dare to gamble with the fate of her children. "Let's leave and find another place to live first and see how things go."

Upon hearing this, Izar quickly helped his mother up, told his younger brothers and sisters, and walked out quickly.

The crowd outside was already surging. As they moved forward, several people passed by carrying a horrific looking corpse. The person's skin had been peeled off, and the blood was extremely scary.

"She's already started! People have already been slaughtered!"

Panic exploded among the crowd like a bomb, and everyone believed that they were about to be killed!

Everyone fled in panic, some climbed over the wall, some rammed the gate, some knights and priests tried to stop them and shouted.

"Everyone calm down! Everyone calm down!"

"We have no ill intentions! Princess is just out to collect food! She'll be back to distribute the food soon!"

But no one believed them, and they said, "Give me the food! I hope it won't turn into sausages!"

Soon the chaos spread, and people started pushing and bumping into each other. Izar felt like he was being pushed forward without any resistance, and fear grew in his heart.

With a cry of pain, his mother's injured foot was stepped on by someone. He felt his center of gravity shift, and he watched his mother fall down without being able to hold on.

"Mother!!"

The crowd was still rushing forward. Izar wanted to grab that hand, but he was blocked by one figure after another and had to move forward involuntarily.

"Izar!" The last familiar voice came to my ears.

"Take good care of your brothers and sisters! Take good care of your brothers and sisters!"

The crying voice disappeared, and the crowd broke through the barriers and poured into the maze street like the boiling and wailing demons from hell.

In the corner, several men in black with blood on their hands looked at each other and quickly disappeared.

Chaos and tragedy broke out in all the refugee camps almost simultaneously.

Lies are sometimes more dangerous than a butcher's knife...