Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 408 What God Said

(Guh, post it first and revise it immediately!)

Dust walked beside Fan Wei somewhat stiffly.

The cold wind of the snowy night was still biting, but she could feel the warmth coming from beside her. The girl felt that her life was like a drama, full of wonderful twists and turns.

The mysterious nameless light and the man who suddenly appeared beside her brought her the power to change her life!

The girl couldn't help but believe even more that perhaps she really had been given extra favor by fate or even by some transcendental being.

"Ah, here we are."

Only when she found the familiar building did Dust break free from her chaotic thoughts. She subconsciously straightened her posture and acted like a serious "leader" or "spokesperson for the gods".

However, the long coat she was wearing made her movements look like a girl pretending to be mature.

Maybe that's the truth...

Taking off the warm coat reluctantly and returning it to Fan Wei, Dust said in a complicated tone, "If you don't mind, come with me and take a look. The place where we live is not beautiful."

"It's not unexpected. I'm not some noble person who has never been stained by dust."

Fan Wei's original intention was to offer to help and come over to take a look. He felt that he had to at least understand the actual situation clearly so that he could make targeted plans.

Most of the time it is difficult to accomplish anything just by being passionate, especially big things that concern many people.

Following the dust into the alley, the space inside was filled with tents that were crisscrossed on the left and right and connected together. There was only a relatively open space in front of the wall with the "symbolic symbol" of the nameless light.

The approach of the two woke up the sleepy man who was huddled in a small tent made of sundries and rags.

Because of blood experiments, most mixed-bloods have some inhuman mutations in their appearance, such as the one in front of him. He has seaweed-like dark green hair, like messy and tangled wide noodles.

The skin and nails have become somewhat woody, looking like crudely crafted sculptures.

"Lady Saint, welcome back!"

The man on guard knelt down and reverently welcomed the dust. The inconspicuous mixed-race girl was an extremely sacred and noble existence in the eyes of the mixed-race people here!

"Thank you for your hard work. The light will shine on your head." Dust placed his hand on the young man's hair and blessed him.

This seemed to sweep away the cold and fatigue, and the young man's eyes without whites flashed with fanaticism.

It has to be said that the power of religion...or perhaps the power of spiritual sustenance, is really very strong. Fan Wei did not criticize this blindly.

Anything is good as long as it works at the right time.

Everything should be applied dialectically. Fan Wei, who has received a materialistic education, is proud of being able to make good use of the knowledge he has learned.

"Lady Saint, who is this imperial man?"

The man was somewhat wary of Fan Wei who was following Dust. In the eyes of the hybrids, the Imperials were the source of all evil who oppressed them, harmed them, and caused their misfortunes!

"He..." Dust hesitated for a moment and changed his tone to a serious and solemn one.

"He is Misr Fan, the messenger sent by God to guide us!"

"God's messenger?" The young man was stunned. He was skeptical, but since these words came from the mouth of a saint favored by God, they must be credible!

The noise here also woke up the people who were already on the verge of a light sleep.

In the extreme cold, even if they were huddled together tightly, their bodies were still very cold, mainly because of the lack of sufficient food. The human body itself lacked heat, and many people fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.

When they heard that the saint had returned, they all crowded over eagerly.

"Don't worry, everyone. I got the money and we will have food after dawn." Dust felt sad when he thought about where the money came from.

"Long live the Saint." Some younger children spoke up.

Mixed-race people often form families, and if their bloodline is not seriously contaminated, they may have children. Given the huge base number, there are also quite a few new mixed-race people.

But having children would be like adding insult to injury for them, who were already treated like the lowest class of slaves.

The adults endured the pain. They knew that even if they could exchange it for food, it would not be enough for so many people. Everyone was barely holding on, fighting against death.

Some people welcomed the dust and walked into the tents, a residential area with several completely abandoned houses.

The ability to block wind and snow is at least better than rags. The noble "saint" can rest in the old house. Amid curious and fearful gazes, Fan Wei came to the dusty nest like squeezing into a Spring Festival train.

"Please, please take a seat... Mr. Messenger of God..."

Pointing to a wooden board against the wall that couldn't really be called a bedroom, it was just a piece of cloth where one could curl up.

Dust felt a little uncomfortable. The bed was crowded with sleeping women and children, leaving almost no privacy. People outside also held their breath, observing the sudden arrival of the messenger of God.

Stopping and looking around, the 1.85-meter-tall Fan Wei stood out among the malnourished mixed-race people.

At this moment, he thought a lot. Helping others is not just a joke.

Fan Wei knew clearly that he did not have the ability to save all sentient beings.

But anyone who has received a critical education can realize that a large number of mixed-race people, numbering over a million, have power in themselves.

Even though they are at the bottom of society and find it difficult to command high-end military force, their numbers still make them a considerable force.

It’s just that they are locked into the existing framework and cannot truly aggregate and awaken.

So Fan Wei thought, what he needs to do is to truly unite the mixed-bloods! Although the religion of dust is superstitious, it is already a good step forward.

Of course, direct resistance to the Empire is virtually impossible.

With extraordinary powers in their possession, half-bloods are only a disruptive threat to the upper nobility, rather than a real danger.

Therefore, the first step is to help the mixed-race people improve their living conditions, organize and enhance their ability to produce and obtain supplies on their own, and then unite and consolidate forces.

The economic base determines the superstructure! Fan Wei will never forget this basic theory.

So first of all, we need to satisfy people’s survival needs and eat our fill first!

Looking at those pairs of eyes, Misr Fan was possessed by the god again. The nameless light had chosen him to be the messenger of God, and that was the right choice! He really had the holy light!

A pure light that is soft yet bright is released in the shabby house that is only lit by a weak oil lamp.

The holy light, carrying hope and immense power, fell into the eyes of the mixed-race people like the morning light, as if opening a door to the darkness in their eyes.

"God said." Fan Wei spoke solemnly, his consciousness connected to the storage space.

“We need a pot!”

Then a pot fell in front of the shining Saint Misr Fan, and the mixed-bloods were stunned. They didn't know yet...

It’s time to eat!