Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

The refugees fleeing in all directions were like huge rocks thrown into a lake, spreading out ripples.

When the news reached the Royal Consulate, Midara stood there in a daze for three seconds.

She slowly supported the corner of the table with her hands, took a deep breath, and then spoke, "Continue the meeting! Change some of the previous plans and add discussions on planning and measures to accommodate refugees."

As the saying goes, a hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune favors the unfortunate. Many things will not go smoothly.

Her Royal Highness the Princess gradually began to get used to the difficulties of her fate.

She presided over the meeting as usual and announced that the food distribution work would be immediately moved to the intersection to stabilize people's hearts to the greatest extent.

"Sir Misr."

Looking at the consulate staff working efficiently, Midara sat behind the conference table with cold eyes and a tired and weak voice.

"This is exactly what I am worried about. What we are facing is far more than just superficial difficulties. There are also enemies hiding in the dark."

"They are waiting for an opportunity to destroy and subvert my efforts. There must be someone behind this, and the assassin who killed us is probably part of it."

Fan Wei also believes that refugees would not riot or flee for no reason.

But now things happened too hastily, and many situations have not yet been investigated, so it is completely impossible to know where to start.

"Your Highness, why don't I go to the scene and take a look? I have some unique ways to check for clues." He thought.

"Do not."

Midara shook his head, "Sir Misir, the most important thing for you now is to protect yourself!"

"The next plan always focuses on you. I'm worried that those assassins will attack you and truly destroy our last hope!"

"Go back to the restaurant. There must be many people there who can protect you."

"I'll send someone to escort you."

There was a brief silence in the conference room. Fan Wei knew that the situation was dangerous, but when he heard that there was a stampede among the refugees while they were fleeing, causing a large number of casualties, he still felt very angry at the mastermind behind it.

Do these guys really treat human lives as tools? !

The busy princess had no time to stay. She had to come forward immediately and prepare speeches and announcements to dispel misunderstandings. She also had to guard against further assassinations and stabilize people's hearts.

This is physically and mentally exhausting for anyone.

Not long after Midara left, two elite soldiers came in, ready to escort Fan Wei and send him back to the restaurant.

But before getting on the carriage, Fan Wei suddenly asked: "Please take me to the nearest refugee camp. I want to collect some clues!"

The assassins who attacked them before left blood, which was collected and sent to the magicians and prophets for tracking.

It's just that the other party handled it too well, and the blood has lost its special properties. Kasuyi said frankly that even if the blood was transfused back now, the original body would probably not recognize it.

The assassin's thorough training and deep background are evident from this.

But there is always a loophole in a perfect precaution. If there is similar blood or hair left somewhere else, it is possible to find the flaw by comparing the two.

Perhaps it is possible to infer the other party's route of action, and it is impossible for people to leave no traces in social activities.

There must be someone who has seen these guys and may be able to provide key clues.

"Sir Fan, Her Royal Highness the Princess has ordered us to send you back." The two guards were also in a difficult situation. They were Midara's personal guards, so naturally they had to follow her orders.

But Fan Wei's attitude was also very firm.

"Don't worry, I am capable of protecting myself. I just foiled an assassination attempt this morning, and the assailant may not be still at the scene."

Seeing that the guard was still in a dilemma, he thought about it and an idea came to him.

"How about this, the three of us disguise ourselves so that no one can see us. This will definitely be safer."

"Sir Fan also knows this?" The guard hesitated.

The person in front of me is the princess's favorite. It would not be good if I offended him.

Learning the skills from ranger mentor Fusa, Fan Wei has already mastered them to the most point, so simple disguise is a piece of cake for him.

He smiled faintly, "Leave it to me."

Ten minutes later, Fan Wei, wearing a luxurious black aristocratic dress with interwoven silver patterns, walked out of the lounge.

His thick black hair was highlighted with strands of gold and combed back from his original loose style, revealing his fair and handsome forehead.

With almost invisible makeup and props, the cheek lines are much thinner and sharper than before.

The combination of his high nose bridge and deep blue indifferent eyes, with his tall stature of 1.9 meters, gives him an extremely lonely and handsome appearance, like a blue rose or a star hanging high in the sky.

The guards had also changed a lot in body shape and height, and the ferocious scars on their faces made them look very tough to mess with.

"let's go."

Even his voice and tone changed! Sir Fan adjusted his pace and walked out of his cold and reserved state.

Now, apart from Clara, Irene and others, even if friends met them, they would probably be stunned for a few seconds before wondering if they saw Fan Wei.

"Wow, that gentleman who just passed by is so handsome!" The consulate's maid exclaimed softly as she watched Fan Wei and his guards pass by.

"Is this the nobleman from some family who is here to see the princess?"

"I feel that he is even a little more handsome than Sir Fan who is beside the princess! I will change him in my dreams tonight..."

Fan Wei, whose strength had improved and whose hearing had been enhanced, almost couldn't hold it together. He forced himself to remain calm and got into the carriage with his guards.

"Wow, Sir Fan's skills are amazing. Little Annie didn't even recognize me just now!"

A guard was amazed and couldn't even recognize his colleagues when he looked up or down. He felt that it was a perfect disguise!

"Is it possible that their attention is all on Sir Fan?"

Another guard said ruthlessly that during the makeup and conversation just now, they found that Fan Wei was actually a very easy-going person, so in addition to being respectful to him, they were not too restrained.

Fan Wei smiled, and his smile was like the warmth blooming from the ice blue, shining brightly.

Both guards suddenly looked away, not daring to admit that they were also distracted for a moment!

With excellent makeup skills, someone who usually doesn't take care of herself can greatly bring out the advantages in appearance. At this moment, Misle Fan's charm value is close to 99 points!

As soon as they got off the carriage, they attracted the attention of the priests and knights who were dealing with problems in the refugee camp.

"Hello, sir, what are you doing in the refugee camp?" A female knight approached with her servants. Although she was questioning, her tone was a little too gentle.

Pressing his shoulders lightly and bowing gracefully, Fan Wei showed his power ring and star knight ring, and spoke in a soft and gentle voice.

"I am Her Royal Highness's knight, gathering more clues for her. Could you show me around the grounds?"

"Yes, is that so?" The female knight blushed inexplicably. She felt like a kitten was scratching her heart at the voice that was as cold as soda water.

Itchy, heart pounding, anxious and comfortable.

So charming! I heard there is also a famous Sir Fan, and the star knights of Her Royal Highness the Princess are all like this...

It's really enjoyable!

While looking envious, the female knight took on the task of leading the way, leading Fan Wei and two guards into the depths of the refugee camp.

The conditions in this shelter camp surrounded by open space were rather simple. Many of the tents that were originally set up there were torn to pieces in the chaos and lay limply on the ground.

There were traces of blood from being trampled on the ground, as well as scorch marks from fire.

The bodies were placed aside and covered with white cloth.

The temple will keep these bodies for a while, but it is basically impossible for the refugees to pay for resurrection. One hundred gold coins! This is a price that is enough to crush most people, even the rich.

If you are not a high-ranking official, it is basically impossible to be resurrected if you die in the outside world.

The more Fan Wei looked at it, the more depressed he felt. He put his hands in his pockets and held the "Eye of Stars".

Turn the button that belongs to the observer!

Foresee the future, or observe the past! This is the ability of the new space-time observer on the Star Eye! Relatively speaking, browsing the past consumes much less energy than peeking into the future, so you can see farther.

Standing at the location inferred to be the first outbreak point of chaos, Fan Wei cast his gaze into the passing time and space.

A scene of horror and blood came into his eyes.