Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

"Ah~!" At this moment, Fan Wei suddenly realized.

"That magic was cast on me by you!" The first time he saw Su Fuli, he remembered the elf lady patting him on the head and reciting the elven blessing to him when he closed the door the day before yesterday.

"Otherwise, do you think God is responsive?"

Su Fuli smiled dangerously, "The maze blocked my perception. It was only after you came out that I realized that the magic was activated."

"You almost died, Xian'er Quanah."

Clara's eyes widened, and Irene frowned and said, "I rushed here as soon as I received your letter, but you left two hours ago."

"Wait a moment and I won't allow you to go down the maze. What if you hurt your soul? It will be a huge loss to monster research!"

This kind of thing wouldn't happen so easily...Fan Wei was embarrassed, but still bowed solemnly and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you both ladies for your concern and life-saving grace!" He patted his chest and promised with a smile: "I don't need to thank you for your kindness. Just let me know if you need anything!"

Not to mention this blessing that saved his life, even if it was just a drop of kindness, Fan Wei would repay it with a spring of gratitude.

"Oh, I have to explain that this kind of protective spell is not something you can just get if you want it." Su Fuli raised her charming lips, "As for the requirements~"

She thought about it, her eyes full of smiles, "Forget it for now. One day, you may have to pay a huge price."

"Please, please show mercy..." Fan Wei broke out in a cold sweat. Is this a witch? Too scary!

"Okay, I'm glad you came back safely." Irene pushed her glasses and smiled teasingly, "I thought you would be a shy man after writing a letter like that, but I didn't expect you to take such a brave action."

"It's a bit charming~"

Huh? Fan Wei was stunned. Is my image... so bad? ! Little sister, how did you know that I fit the description of "shy"? I'm a macho man, okay!

However, Fan Wei did not have any low EQ rebuttal. Children always have some unique perspectives and ways of understanding.

"Speaking of which, I have cracked another monster's poison in the maze. Irene, do you want to take a look?"

"Okay, let's go straight to the kitchen."

Clara had a complicated look in her eyes but also breathed a sigh of relief. Her act of tampering with her husband's letter had not been exposed. Her previous estimate of the character of the Sage Tower mage was a little wrong. Who knew that Miss Irene was actually a girl about the same age as herself.

Could it be that...sir, this is the kind you like?

The girl looked a little depressed, which was noticed by Fan Wei, who gently touched her head. This child must be very worried.

Clara was indeed worried, but she was only panicked for a moment. No matter how bad something had happened, she would not waste too much energy on it, but would instead think about striving for a better future.

Preventing her husband from entering the maze could be discussed later, but now, she had to defend her chance.

After simply arranging the shrine, Fan Wei used the other half of the talisman to recall the items stored with the God of the Box. A large pile of parasitic masks and two gargoyles piled up into a small hill in the back kitchen.

"Let me introduce myself. This is the Baimu team I joined. It includes the captain Yani, my brother Rody, Norma, and Uncle Bernoulli."

Fan Wei briefly introduced his teammates to his acquaintances, but Irene, who was observing with her mask on, suddenly looked up and looked over strangely. She pushed her glasses and said in surprise: "Bernoulli? You are Bernoulli!"

The uncle who seemed much quieter after entering the restaurant looked up with a wry smile, "It's me, Irene, long time no see."

"Didn't you leave Maze Street?" She looked a little puzzled. Then Irene paused and softened her tone, "It's good to be back. It's been a long time since we last met, old classmate."

"Ah?" Fan Wei was stunned. "Old...old classmate?"

"Yes, Bernoulli and I are graduates of the 2714th class of the Continental Magic Academy. We were in the same class before."

"No, no, my main question is... uncle... and you... are classmates?"

Seeing Fan Wei's confused and questioning face, Irene and Su Fuli both smiled and said, "Humans are indeed a short-lived species. It's normal that they can't understand this situation."

"I am 33 years old, and Su Fuli is 112 years old. Because my grandmother was a forest fairy, my life span is probably about to years."

Fan Wei opened his mouth in shock.

With her round, slightly chubby face raised and her carrot-like legs slightly raised, Irene smiled proudly and said, "Are you scared, little boy~"

"Surprisingly..." Fan Wei murmured, "Surprisingly it's Aunt Irene!!"

Irene's smug look froze on her face. Su Fuli covered her mouth and gave her a mischievous look, unable to help but giggle slightly.

"And Grandma Souffle!"

The shocked Fan Wei continued to murmur, and suddenly he heard a few cracking sounds, and the plate beside him suddenly cracked. Su Fuli clenched her fists and kept smiling.

"Uh, did I say something wrong..."

The emotionally intelligent Fan Wei reacted suddenly, and Yani and the others stepped back, fearing that the blood would splatter on themselves.

"No, he is such an honest child."

"Yes, yes." Both ladies smiled with their eyes narrowed, but the air was inexplicably cold.

Clara reflected on herself and realized that she was actually worried about her husband. What she should be more concerned about is his personal safety.

"Cook, sir," she said calmly.

"Okay, okay..." Fan Wei was very grateful to Clara for smoothing things over for him, otherwise, if he had called her "Miss" and "Sister" for so long, it would have been bad if the two ladies held him accountable for being disrespectful!

What he is worried about is not that he said the wrong thing now, but that he said the wrong thing in the past!

"Ignorance is not a crime..." Muttering to himself, Fan Wei picked up the kitchen knife and the parasitic mask and immediately entered a state of concentration and dedication.

It was a state where passion and reason coexisted. His kitchen knife cut through and opened the tissue in two quick strokes, and his palms pressed and rubbed beautifully and regularly.

In seven or eight seconds, a parasitic mask was processed and waited for Fan Wei to remove the toxin again.

Irene squinted her eyes and watched intently. "This puppet mask seems to be a level 2 monster. Fan removed its capture tentacles and most of its body fluids. Is the toxin contained in it?"

"But it must contain toxins." As she thought about it, she asked her assistant Lumina to record the process with magic.

After Fan Wei killed dozens of masks, he raised his hand and used his detoxification skill, and these poisons officially became food.

"Wait a minute." Irene suddenly asked, "Fan, what did you use just now?"

“Skills.”

"I mean, what skills?"

Fan Wei thought about it for a while and was a little puzzled. What kind of skill was the ability granted by the system? Magic?

"I don't know either. I learned it just by feeling."

Picking up the mask and performing magic, Irene discovered that there was really no excessive toxin in the processed monster, and it was basically within the safe range.

"Fan, please perform this technique a few more times, before, during, and after the treatment."

Irene made the request, but Fan Wei naturally didn't care, because no matter which step was taken, the toxin removal seemed to remove a fixed proportion of the toxins.

He performed the process three more times as Irene requested. Although the manager's skills consumed some energy, the requirements were minimal and were enough to handle the situation with ease.

The magic-controlled feather pen kept writing. Irene gradually frowned, and even Su Fuli joined the discussion as if she had noticed something.

Because there were too many professional terms, Fan Wei couldn't understand them all. He only saw the two ladies' expressions becoming more and more serious.

"Fan." Irene suddenly called out, "Do you have any faith, or are you a believer in any god?"

“No.” Fan Wei shook his head in confusion, wondering why a staunch materialist fighter should believe in God.

Irene and Su Fuli stared at him strangely.

"Then I'll be straight to the point." With a serious and puzzled expression on her face, Irene spoke word by word.

"Your skill is actually a divine art."