Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

When you open the door, the light that sweeps in is dazzling.

A strange smell of blood mixed with the alcohol and incense came over, stirring up ripples that made people feel bloody and restless. Fan Wei took a light sniff and identified the smell of crazy fat.

Although the concentration is much lower than that of Black Bell Fortress.

But ordering this kind of thing in a pub is just to add to the fun, using the toxicity of the fat to ignite the drinkers' blood, making their madness and desire boil over completely!

Watching the magical balls of light flashing and disappearing in the glass of different colors, like breathing.

Fan Wei's face was in the midst of light and darkness, and he thought he had come to a disco in his hometown. In fact, it was almost the same. Above the noisy voices, there was the sound of intense percussion music that made one's spine tremble.

Metal gongs and bowls, heavy and dull drum sounds, and a loud and resonant voice in which a rough tenor sings.

'Born with ambition! Blade fulfills oath!

Forge steel with your name, raise your banner in the snowstorm—!

Gold in blood! Sand among the corpses!

When freedom flows down the throat, the fighting spirit is locked in the bottle!

Born to fight! We are the storm approaching the shore! Every scar is a secret passage! Leading to the crown of the rolled blade!

The iron hoof branded the retrograde star.

Broken spear regenerates!

The desire to fight never stops!'

The male singer stood shirtless on the podium, waving his fists. His strong muscles and roaring high notes aroused a passionate response like a riot. Fan Wei squeezed in the crowd like a lost alien.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The crowd surrounded a ring. The singer on the stage turned out to be the soundtrack of a fierce battle. It was a steel ring, and two fighters were fighting back and forth, using completely unrestricted moves, and they were covered in blood!

The ring rumbled under their powerful attacks, and the primitive hormones and smell of blood aroused the roars of the beasts.

Bang! Fan Wei, who was looking at the ring, grabbed a hand that attacked from behind.

Compared to the last time the mace was aimed at the head, this time it was a little lower...

He turned around and saw a lady with short hair, a square face, red eyes like cinnabar, and red-purple eye shadows like solidified blood.

"Handsome boy, is this your first time here?"

The female warrior in leather armor withdrew her hand without embarrassment and smiled evilly.

"Well, can I ask where I can find mercenaries?" There were so many people here that it was hard for Fan Wei, who came here for the first time, to find anyone. He humbly asked the lady who was holding a wine glass and had a ruffian look on her face.

"Go to the bar over there. There are several teams here today, including Blood Wolf Smoke, Iron Knife, and Golden Bed."

After pointing the way, the female soldier flicked her wrist, moved closer, and drew circles on Fan Wei's shoulders with her fingers, "Don't leave in a hurry, handsome boy. If you have time, let's go to the private room for a drink and make friends."

"I'm so sorry, I'm in a hurry, let's go together next time when we are free."

Fan Wei gave an apologetic smile. Making friends was good, but his main focus was still on his goal.

After saying goodbye to the lady with a look of regret, Fan Wei walked towards the bar. Several tough-looking men and women wearing different equipment were leaning against the bar, watching the fierce fight going on in the ring.

When they saw the stranger coming, they stared at him for a moment and then looked away.

"Well, I want to hire a team." Fan Wei coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak, making several people turn their attention back.

After a moment of silence, a burly man in full metal armor spoke up, "Let's wait until tomorrow. We don't really want to move today."

There were three teams of mercenaries near the bar, but none of them seemed to want to pay attention to Fan Wei.

No, aren't you so passive and lazy?

Fan Wei thought that mercenaries were the same as adventurers. They would just listen to missions if they had money and set off when it was appropriate.

But think about it, the New Year is almost here, and I've been on the edge of a knife for hundreds of days. Naturally, I don't want to move during the holidays. Just like students on Friday afternoon, they probably won't be able to pay much attention in class.

"Excuse me."

Although he was rejected, Fan Wei was reluctant to give up. "I'm in a hurry. If I need to increase the salary, we can talk about it."

After hearing this, a mercenary team finally became interested, and the man in full metal armor spoke.

"Why do you want to go to the maze?"

"Look for the Dream Flower." As a professional in the field, Fan Wei felt that just saying a few words would be enough.

The man frowned, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and spat out a number, "Fifty gold coins."

"So high?!" Fan Wei was shocked. The Dream Flower was not easy to deal with, but it was just a level 20 elite monster in the Youruo Swamp. It shouldn't be worth so much money.

"The price you mentioned is negotiable." The man in full armor kicked his teammate next to him.

A round stool was pulled over, and he motioned Fan Wei to sit down and talk. After all, he was his employer, and even these bloodthirsty mercenaries would not be too disrespectful.

"Little brother, we won't ask why you are looking for the Dream Flower, but this kind of monster is more troublesome."

The captain in armor rubbed his hands. Fan Wei had only read information in the monster encyclopedia and didn't quite understand the actual situation.

Level is indeed not equivalent to the strength of a monster. The environment it is in, its own characteristics, and population size may make the monster more difficult to deal with.

"It's the end of the year, and the bases of the Exploration Corps are shrinking and retreating. At this time, the price of using teleportation or flying tools will be higher."

"To sum up, if you want us to make a trip, it will cost less than fifty gold coins."

After hearing what the man in full armor said, Fan Wei was not sure whether he was raising the price or it was really so, but it was always right to ask for a sky-high price and bargain on the spot.

My pockets are not full now, so I have to save wherever I can.

"The price is too high." Fan Wei said in a steady voice, and began to test the two men. A gleam flashed in their eyes, "Thirty gold coins, that's the only price I'll offer."

"Forty-eight gold coins. It's almost New Year, and no one wants to put in the effort. It's normal for the price to go up a bit."

"Thirty-five gold coins, this price is more reasonable."

"Forty-five, no less."

After a few words, both sides stopped playing and started to offer their own prices to test the other side's psychological bottom line. In the end, the price was stuck between forty gold coins and forty-three gold coins.

"It's just a little bit short, let's just forget it~"

Fan Wei insisted on the price of forty gold coins; he really couldn't afford more.

"The employer doesn't mind this, so just give it to the brothers."

The man in full armor was unwilling to give in. This was a big order, but the work that came when you were relaxed was always annoying. "If you give us more money, we will protect you more carefully."

These words made Fan Wei's eyes flash and he seized the opportunity.

"What if I don't need protection? Can the price be lower?"

"You?" The man glanced at Fan Wei and drank the wine in one breath. "...Forget it, go find someone else for this commission. We can't handle it."

"Why? You think I can't do it?"

Fan Wei sensed contempt in the words of rejection.

The man's logic was simple. If the person was a strong man who did not need protection, his status and position were not low and he did not need the assistance of mercenaries at all. However, this person became a mercenary and did not value his own life.

It doesn’t matter if he died in the maze. Not only will he not get paid for failing the mission, but his team’s resume will also be deducted!

Although it's a pity, I'd rather not take this troublesome task.

At this time, the match in the ring came to an end. One fighter was beaten to exhaustion and fell down due to serious injuries. The host of the match immediately jumped onto the ring, grabbed the staggering winner, and raised his arms to greet the cheers.

"Fuck him, another loss!"

The man in full armor was pouring himself a glass of wine, but when he saw the result amid the cheers of a section of the crowd, he angrily smashed the bottle to the ground.

He placed a large sum of money on the loser.

Noticing that Fan Wei was still sitting next to him, the mercenary captain suppressed his anger and said, "If you have nothing else to do, just leave! Or do you want to buy us all a drink?"

The tone was not very good, but Fan Wei didn't care. He remembered the basic operating rules of the imperial capital.

"Are you interested in having a fight?"

The sudden proposal startled the man in armor. He looked up and down at the young man opposite him with a strange look.

Fan Wei did not show his rank badge, as sometimes being too high might lead to complications, and he also wanted to test his current fighting ability.

What a difference it is from a mercenary who truly makes a living by blood.

"Hahaha, this is just what I want!" With a grin on his face, the mercenary captain stood up with a bang amid the sound of metal friction.

With a height of more than two meters, he is extremely oppressive.

"If you win, I'll go with you for thirty-five gold coins! If you lose, I'll buy drinks for everyone in the tavern. How about that?"

Fan Wei stood up, smiled and moved his arms, his finger bones made a cracking sound when his fists and palms pressed together.

He gave a provocative smile.

"Then, it's a deal!"