Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

The news told by Her Royal Highness the Princess stunned everyone, and they immediately smelled the scent of war.

I said I would fight before, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon!

The royal family had only issued a nominal impeachment letter to revoke the status of the administrator of the Midara Royal Consulate. At this critical juncture when there were internal and external troubles and a single move could affect the entire body, no one thought they would really take action.

But King Roga issued the order of attack so quickly!

Is dealing with Midara more important than stabilizing the political situation?

"These refugees are probably brought here by those great nobles." Her Royal Highness the Princess said with certainty.

Although she was somewhat shocked, she quickly focused on the reality and began to analyze the situation.

"If they want to attack Labyrinth Street now, it will take at least a month to gather food and march. This is not an ordinary war, and we must do our best."

"And the great nobles are very careful about their lives. Their goal is to drag us down before the official contact and stir up civil strife."

"Ugh, that's really insidious." Fan Wei really doesn't like this method of using people as tools. Who knows how many people will encounter accidents during the forced migration!

But we have to admit that this blow did hit the Royal Consulate's soft spot.

Let’s not talk about the millions of refugees for now. “If the Labyrinth Street is attacked, will the Sage Tower, the Guild, and the Temple take action?”

"No." Irene said very confidently.

"Who the political managers are does not affect the existence of these organizations. At most, they will provide some help to the ones they are more optimistic about in private, but winning or losing will not affect us."

"If it were you, would you be willing to spend so much effort and money to fight a battle that has nothing to do with you?"

Yes, an organization is not an individual, especially a giant organization that spans the continent. The leader’s personal emotions cannot dominate everything. Only interests are the biggest factor.

"What should we do? If they really attack, can we resist with the troops of the Royal Consulate?"

Looking at the princess worriedly, Fan Wei was also wondering in his heart whether he should persuade Her Royal Highness the Princess to choose political asylum in time.

But from what he knew, Midara was not the kind of person who would surrender or give up easily.

"I can't stand it."

Unexpectedly, Her Royal Highness’s answer was very straightforward, “Even if we add the soldiers we can hire, we still can’t hold on.”

"The war machine cannot be resisted by ordinary manpower. The Royal Consulate has only 3,000 soldiers. If the earls and grand dukes really want to fight, they can gather an army of 100,000."

"They can also call on magicians to send elite troops and supplies through teleportation. If they want to attack, they will be unstoppable!"

This is a hopeless gap. From the very beginning, the Royal Consulate was not positioned as a military unit. If it were not for Midara's operation, it would probably not even have 3,000 troops.

"But it all depends on whether they really want to play."

Her Royal Highness the Princess changed the subject and said, "Labyrinth Street is a very sensitive place. Not only the princes and nobles of Lorga, but also the Empire wants it."

"If they attack us, even if they destroy me, they will soon face a fierce attack from the Empire."

"The Northern Fortress has long been unable to stop them. Once they take action, the Empire will not give the stronger forces a chance to breathe and build in the Maze Street. They will definitely take action accordingly."

"Any politician with some vision can see this clearly, and this is why I dare to openly resist the royal family."

Midara thought about it and muttered with a puzzled look, "Could it be that Grevyn is really senile and confused?"

Her eyes flickered. Fan Wei seemed to want to fight, but he couldn't. There was some confusion in his eyes.

"This battle is inevitable." Her Royal Highness the Princess concluded, "But the main force will not be the prince's army, but the lords around us."

No one knows the reason for this extremely affirmative statement.

The surrounding lords were clearly under Midara's management, so why did they suddenly devour their master?

Only Irene nodded slightly.

“I just don’t know how much malice they have brought, and what is behind the scenes fueling the flames.” Her Royal Highness clenched her fingers and waved her fists.

"But, if you want to fight, then fight!"

"I won't be afraid of anything."

The undercurrent is already surging, but the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. Now many things are very passive, and almost everyone is pondering the next course of action.

......

"Why did you contact me suddenly? Your mission has nothing to do with me."

In the center of Maze Street, in a medium-sized business, the person in charge, dressed in a gorgeous red and green dress, sat in a secret reception room, looking at the three people from Skava opposite him, holding up a cup of tea and sipping it leisurely.

He is another chess piece planted by the Northern Empire, responsible for collecting business operations and intelligence.

Seeing the agents in the same camp at this moment, the person in charge did not have the enthusiasm like his companions. Instead, he was full of mockery and ridicule, like a dog that had lost its home.

Huge classes, internal cruelty, and mutual indifference are the norm in the imperial department.

This certainly also exists in other organized countries, but none of them is as obvious as in the iron-blooded and martial Hedland Empire.

"Rushde, we need your help to deal with Princess Roga." Skava said indifferently, "The latest intelligence shows that she has obtained a clone that is identical to herself and can walk on her behalf."

"Ordinary assassination methods are no longer effective. We must infiltrate the Royal Consulate."

"Since you have many business collaborations with them, you should be able to do it."

"Tsk, this is really a huge problem." The person in charge, called Rust, picked his nails and shook his head without hesitation, "I refuse, but I can't expose this business for you."

"The Empire gives you orders so that you can execute them yourself."

"If you can't complete it, it's just because you are too useless. It has nothing to do with me."

The man with the curly mustache smiled with schadenfreude. It was a pleasure for him to appreciate other people's difficulties.

Skava was silent for a moment, then his lips curled up and his smile suddenly became dangerous.

"It's an unexpected answer. You don't seem to know much about the reputation of the 'Eye Mechanism', Mr. Rust."

In the setting sun, the spy lady's eyes emitted a faint purple light. Ruth and Sylvia also raised their heads from their hoods, their white and golden eyes revealing a captivating glow.

"W-what do you want to do?"

The person in charge's voice trembled. Not everyone could bear the pressure of the giant beast. He said fiercely, "Do you want to betray the empire? If you dare to attack me, the empire, the empire will not let you go!"

"Even your family members will die miserably!!"

"You're right." Skava stood up and approached step by step, "But if we fail to complete the task, we will be worse off than dead~ So why not help you before I die.

"What do you say, Mr. Rust?"

He took off the protective ring from the man, and as he shivered, the light from Skava's eyes reflected into his pupils.

"Serve me well! Contact your superiors and tell them you have something to report!"

Sitting back in her chair, the spy lady gave orders to the man who had suddenly become respectful.

Unlike ordinary organizations, the 'Pupil Force' usually only has a goal, no plan! Just like a thrown dagger, it uses up all its strength to crush the enemy, without any chance to contact the upper level.

But Skava is going to break the routine this time.

She didn't know why she did this. She would rather endure the terrible guilt and submit the application, wanting Hei Tong to stay here and find her own happiness.

Maybe, this is love...

Laughing at herself, the spy lady thought of West End, the lady who softened her heart...

If it's her, she will definitely bring love and tenderness to everyone.

Infected by 'love', Skava was full of determination.

But can it be done? This question, Antila asked herself as she stood at the gate of "Heaven", looking at the gradually withering streets and the scarlet sky in the distance that ordinary people could not see.

The red-robed monk knelt and worshipped facing the holy emblem. His career path was smooth, as if he was blessed by the gods!

In the deepest part of the West District, in a space separated by an inexplicable force, the black bosses who were under control were shrouded in red robes and were numb with scars all over their bodies.

Pushing groups of crying refugees into the seemingly bottomless pit before their eyes.

Kylo looked up, revealing his unrecognizable face full of red blood vessels.

Under the nourishment of countless "nutrients", a huge scarlet tree made of blood and flesh thrives, and on it is a huge and silent face with its eyes closed.

The hearts melted and merged into a huge red heart, emitting light and beating dully in the tree trunk.

The low, hoarse drumbeat is like original sin flowing in human veins.

The Lord of Blood, rooted in the world.