Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Don't cry, don't cry, it will be fine."

Fan Wei was bumped unexpectedly. He looked down and saw Dust with tears streaming down her face. He immediately patted the girl on the back tacitly and whispered softly in her ear to comfort her.

In order to maintain the dignity of the leader, Chen Du buried his face in Fan Wei's chest.

Because of the height difference, they just look very close.

"May the light bless you!" He acted as the leader and whispered to the people who were busy eating.

Fan Wei left the old house covered in dust and came to an empty street corner. Only then was the girl able to sob freely. Her warm tears froze into ice in the wind and snow, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand.

"Thank you..."

Facing Fan Wei who was comforting her, Chen Chen raised her tearful eyes and looked at the dark yet clear face of the man in front of her in the night.

"This is what I should have done." Fan Wei smiled and handed over the towel that Clara had prepared for him, although with his macho style, he wouldn't need it much.

But when you wipe the sweat from time to time, you can smell a faint fragrance.

"I still don't understand." Dust wiped away his tears and leaned against the snow and the wall. "Why are you helping us? Don't the imperial people never show sympathy to the weak?"

"It's only natural. Also, I'm a little confused. Why do you always treat me as an Imperial?"

Feeling very strange, Fan Wei touched his chin and said, "The appearance is obviously so different, and the accent is different too, right?"

"......" After a silence, Dust spoke dimly, "The people of the Empire are strong. It's not because of their birth, but... a rule."

"The strong despise the weak, and the weak can only obey the strong. That's the truth."

Fan Wei suddenly realized that in the eyes of the mixed-bloods, the so-called "Imperial people" did not refer to their origin or place of origin. Instead, the "Imperial people" they understood were the essence of the laws of the Northern Empire.

The strong are supreme, and only those who are superior to others and stand above them can be called "Imperials"!

Other beings, even the half-bloods who also came from the empire, were just weaklings, the dregs that were consumed and exploited. They were extremely sensitive to this as they were in an absolutely disadvantaged position.

And Fan Wei was obviously a strong man, so he was regarded as an "Imperial".

"Why can't the strong be 'non-imperial'?" Fan Wei said: "The strong can be good people, because the real strong are not beasts who wield power."

"It's the power to freely execute your will no matter what situation you face!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Dust looked at Fan Wei deeply. She didn't know how to refute, but she knew the actual situation of the empire very well, so the man in front of her was a strange existence.

He is very worthy of cherishing.

"Please guide us, Mr. Misr." The girl said, calling Fan Wei's name, "Whatever you need me to do, as long as it can help everyone get out of this predicament."

"I'm willing to do anything!"

"Well, I received your will." Fan Wei acknowledged Dust's seriousness. She might not understand that it was contrary to her name.

How bright and shining she is!

Whatever her motivations, she has grown from a poor girl who could only take care of herself to a leader.

Dust may feel that she is weak and powerless and can only struggle in vain, but as Fan Wei said, she is a person who still has her own will and is determined to carry out her decisions even in extremely difficult circumstances.

Even if it's just to survive, she already has the heart of a strong person!

"Don't worry. As the saying goes, you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Tell me your specific situation first, and then we will make a plan based on the actual situation."

Listening to Fan Wei's orderly voice.

Dust took a deep breath, letting the cold penetrate his lungs. After calming himself down, he began to tell him the story.

Regarding the mixed-race people in the imperial capital, those gathered here are not actually the majority of mixed-race people. In fact, most of the people are still being imprisoned and used as slaves.

Only those hybrids who are truly worthless and would be a waste to keep will be kicked out and left to fend for themselves.

The dust gathers such a group of wandering people, most of whom are sick, deformed, or physically weak, and have a great risk of mutation.

It is dust among dust...waste among waste...

However, compared to these compatriots who are in danger and may die at any time.

The mixed-race people who were still slaves were not much better.

They were also treated cruelly, and were equally numb and desperate. Therefore, the belief in the 'Nameless Light' had a lot of room to develop, just like taking root in fertile soil.

The religion led by Dust is spread among the lower-class half-bloods in the imperial capital.

In fact, the "church headquarters" outside was "funded" by the slaves.

Even without wages, the enslaved mixed-race people would use the methods of "stealing" and "secretly" to transport supplies to provide some assistance to their compatriots outside.

What supports their actions is the hope of being "redeemed" and their feelings for their companions and fellow human beings.

"This is good news."

Fan Wei analyzed that the power that dust could mobilize was far stronger than he thought, but this power was still under the strong pressure of the imperial organization.

He recalled the intelligence he had gathered and remembered that the one who managed all the slave work in the empire seemed to be the 'Gray Agency'.

The elder family behind the "Gray Agency" seems to be the third princess's lineage, the same one that served as a judge in the last cooking competition, Verdilis.

One of Arica Bellen's mistresses.

Isn't this a coincidence? There seems to be something to be done here...Fan Wei was thinking about whether he could mobilize some connections.

However, it is obviously unrealistic to expect to rely on individuals to change the current situation. The biggest root problem of mixed-race people is that they do not control any means of production.

At the same time, there is no distribution power, which is exactly the same as the situation of the lower-class civilians in the empire.

In terms of class, slaves and civilians are natural allies, but culture has led to a chain of contempt between them. To some extent, slaves are also an important tool for the empire to maintain the psychological balance of civilians.

Feeling that his thoughts were becoming more and more dangerous, Fan Wei stopped thinking immediately.

The bigger plans can be discussed later. The most critical thing at the moment is to reverse the mixed-race people’s inability to produce. They must master their own economic channels.

Whether they rely on their own creation or parasitism on the empire, they must have nutrients that feed back to them.

“It’s a little difficult, but it’s not impossible.”

After thinking silently, Fan Wei decided to use his own abilities to open a 'gap' for the mixed-race people. He looked at the girl in front of him, stretched out his hand and asked solemnly.

"Miss Dust, are you willing to accept the power I give you?"

"What do you mean?" Dust was a little confused, but still held Fan Wei's hand.

Fan Wei activated the system and decided to share his cooking skills, but strangely, the system's response seemed a little slow this time.

'It has been confirmed that there is currently a person selected as a clerk...'

'...Unknown interference encountered...Analyzing...!'

The system, which had always been stable, gave a hint that had never appeared before! '... Nameless Light... Nameless Light... Infinite Light...'

I saw pieces of information passing by like garbled code.

'Unable to retrieve...Exceeded permissions...'

'Nameless light does not exist... Nameless light must exist...'

'He is the name of miracles...!'

Strange words filled the field of vision, and the system suddenly returned to normal. "A clerk has been confirmed, name: Dust, clerk level one, combat power 1, potential value: ???"

Looking at the confused dust, Fan Wei's heart was filled with stormy waves!