In a suite on the 3202nd floor of Sub-district 32 in the Inverted Tower District, Winnie beckoned, "Sister Mayne, I'm going to call my aunts." ”

"Okay, urge them to hurry up, it's not like it's a long time to perform on stage," Mayne looked at the mirror, carefully adjusting the position of the Youth Combat Corps badge on his chest.

Listening to the sound of Winnie closing the door, thinking about today's event, and thinking back to the situation a few days ago, Mayne felt like a world away.

The results of the campaign have been very good, and with this momentum, residents' mutual aid groups have been set up, and all work has been carried out smoothly.

It's not that everyone is touched by this craze, even if they are stimulated by Aurora picking up the dung herself, and continue to change everyone without doing follow-up work, it is just a hot moment.

To this end, the neighborhood committee has made further arrangements, and all liaison officers live in apartment buildings and have direct contact with everyone. Each person finds one or a resident as a target to help and goes deep into their lives.

Mayne remembered Winnie, who complained about insecurity, and asked her to be her roommate because her house was empty.

Unexpectedly, this Winnie's aunt Termanlyn, the woman who often called others for small meetings that Mayne and Sam noticed when they were in the study class, seemed to be secretly colluding with the "nonviolent non-cooperation movement".

Mayne felt that Winnie was a good breakthrough to understand and break through this potential undercurrent.

Of course, she didn't think that Temanlin was doing any insidious things, judging from what she had learned from all sides, it was just a group of women gossiping in private, complaining about the heavens and others, and spreading decadence with poisonous tongues. After all, they are all women, they have no jobs, and they are all civilians with no power.

Sam knew about this situation and simply made Temanlyn the leader of the mutual aid group, seemingly giving her the right to act cheaply, but in fact, he also wanted her to integrate into the general environment of the residents' committee.

Mayne didn't have much hope for that, but with Winnie there, she could keep an eye on Temanlyn.

The campaign has now reached out to the common areas of every building, and with the help groups leading the way to make the neighborhood no longer look like a garbage dump.

Although Temanlin's work is not eye-catching, it can be regarded as futile, at least it has a certain degree of cooperation with the neighborhood committee, coupled with Mayne's promotion through Winnie's channel, this Temanlin is no longer the object of Mayne's worries.

Fifty-eight days after the opening of the plane gap, the publicity activities of the Liberation Day of Shadow City were held in the Fallen Tower area. The entire inverted tower area is lit up, and huge mirage screens have been erected in large and small squares, setting up a stage, which is very lively.

Mayne fastened her sheriff's belt, made sure that the small hand shield, hardwood nunchuck, handcuffs, and rope were all right, and then put on the Mithril longsword and short-brimmed octagonal hat and went out the door.

This body is still a little heavy.,Yesterday I saw off Frodo, who was about to go to work in the kingdom of Kist.,During the chat, Frodo said that the research institute has a space equipment called Crimson Armament.,It's equivalent to the popular model of the space ring.,It would be nice if that thing could be sent down as standard equipment.。

This kind of group activity is of course subject to security considerations, and the legionnaires only act as a cordon. The "Public Safety Desk" under the City Hall is also recruiting and training personnel, who are neighborhood committee liaisons who are familiar with every resident in the sub-district, but who are also part-time vigilantes who must be on the front line of policing.

Because the expected problems were caused by civilians, they, the vigilantes, were asked not to use supernatural powers as much as possible, and they were not equipped with magic weapons.

In fact, for Mayne, having a long sword is enough.

In the room of the other building, "Auntie" Temanlyn bowed her head and said to Winnie, "In order to bewitch us, their high priests and saints actually do such despicable things, we really can't ......"

"That's fine," said Winnie, "I know a lot from that paladin, and they now see it as important to change us. At this time, we can only conform to them, otherwise we will be too conspicuous. ”

Temanlin said unwillingly: "But will we let our brothers and sisters go down the evil path?"

Winnie raised her chin and said, "This is necessary patience, since they have put so much effort into us, once they have achieved satisfactory results, they will soon reveal their true faces, and then we will be useful." ”

Her reserved expression dissipated, and she changed her kind expression and said, "Do what you have to do, auntie......"

"Yes......"

The solemnity on Temanlin's face gradually dissipated, and she said loudly, "Winnie, go down first, I'll come right away." ”

When Winnie arrived at the plaza closest to the 32nd Division, there were already thousands of people gathered here, enjoying the elven dance on stage.

She beckoned and smiled at Mayne, who was standing outside the crowd, and slipped into the crowd, watching the dance with excitement on her face.

Seeing Temanlin hurrying over with a group of middle-aged and elderly women, Mayne nodded with satisfaction.

Beta City already has a lot of literary and artistic workers, most of them adventurers who are tired of wandering and exploring. Bards excel at musical instruments and singing, and Assassins, Ranger and Night Dancers excel at singing and dancing. The team of "elves" on the stage is a half-elf professional from the Forgotten Forest.

These artists were organized into teams to perform in Beta City or other settlements, and Aurora included many of them in the official establishment of the Beta City Hall, and they enjoyed the treatment of citizens, and their work was not only for the current performances, but also for the publicity needs to act as actors to shoot all kinds of mirages.

After the dancing and singing, images suddenly appear on the huge screen, and the shadow city spread out at the base of the majestic tower, dim and desolate.

The picture changes again, and under the stars, it is a desolate and dilapidated, quaint and strange city.

A girl walked onto the stage, with purple hair, gorgeously dressed, and holding a staff that looked like a snake.

The girl floated out of thin air, and the colorful light overflowed around her body, making her extremely dazzling.

"I, Hathaway Misley, have crashed into the Undercity ......"

The girl, who claims to be Misley, begins to sing and begin to tell the history of the Undercity.

Mayne was glad that Aurora had listened to the grassroots report that many of the people in Shadow City had become "phantom bugs", and that there was no attempt to turn the publicity campaign into a full mirage.

Now the effect of using live action is much better than mirage.

The people of Shadow City know very little about the events of the Undercity or even the past of the Storm Islands, and when they were in the study class, Fei Gong couldn't spare his hands to teach them history education, and now it's time for them to face the truth.

After Misley's singing, the mirage returns to Shadow City, where a group of people take the stage and engage in a "battle" with actors dressed as magicians under the leadership of a woman who resembles Misley but has a different hair color.

Including the woman, the ancestors of this group of Shadow City all fell, and the Shadow City on the screen also killed everywhere, and the ground was full of blood.

The audience couldn't take their eyes off it and sighed with emotion.

The sun sank and the moon rose, the shadow city had a false canopy, there was flowing water, and the buildings were built one by one attached to the bottom of the tower, and gradually became prosperous and crowded.

Another group of people took the stage and applauded enthusiastically.

These people looked like the sculptures in the central square of the Fallen Tower, and even the most reckless and closed people of the Shadow City now knew who they were and what they had done.

The thin bandage man shouted: "It is the tower that has imprisoned us for a thousand years!"

This actor who is supposed to be a bard, with a clear and magnificent voice, sings about the history of the rebellion of the Dawn and the Night Society, and tells the origin of the tower.

The female demon warrior with silver skin said, "That tower must be destroyed!"

She sings about her own experiences, about the enslavement of the people of Shadowcity by magicians.

The sturdy man beat his chest: "Wow——!"

A figure appeared on the screen, shocked and said, "But you will die!"

The audience shouted, "Duke Prell!"

The bandage man said, "That's worth it!

The female demon warrior said, "They will be free, and they will live the life they want!"

The big man beat his chest: "Wow——!"

There was silence in the audience, and then another demon warrior came to the stage: "I am not from Shadow City, but I am willing to give my life to liberate them!"

Looking at the bronzed skin, you knew it was Dress, the Duke of Prell's attendant.

Sobbs rang out from the audience, and then all the actors sang the "Song of the Fallen Tower", and the audience sang along.

Patches of blue smoke burst from the actors' bodies, the towers in the mirages collapsed, and the impassioned singing echoed throughout the towers.

"That's it," said Winnie in a whisper to "Auntie" in the crowd, "and now it's time for the Duke of Prell to show up and tell us about the goddess and his kindness to us." ”

"Yes, we owe him, no, we owe Van Si and Silver", said Temanlin, wiping tears from her eyes and snorting.

Then he suddenly woke up: "I mean, they want us to think so, so that we can make sacrifices." ”

Winnie didn't blame her either: "It's a powerful tool, but it can't stand the erosion of time." ”

The craze gradually subsided, and the image on the screen changed, and a demon turtle car was rushing through the hills, closely chasing a large group of undead behind it, which frightened many people to exclaim.

The camera zooms in and shows a man in the car driving the car, and a man shooting with a magic machine gun. The car was always steady, and the machine gun was able to take down the undead with precision. The strange thing is that these two people who cooperate tacitly are bickering and scolding.

"It's Hassan!"

"Jenil! haha, that's Captain Jenil!"

Someone recognized two people, and when the two people came on stage, there were surprises and enthusiastic cheers from the audience, and it was the two people in the mirage.

In front of an audience of more than 10,000 people, two Shadow City transcendents wearing the uniforms of the engineering legion scratched their heads and pulled the corners of their clothes, looking quite restrained.

The beautiful half-elf hostess handed them the microphone: "Come, two winners of the Order of the Brave, introduce yourself." ”

"I'm Hassan, from the Black Tower district of Shadow City...... Now a machine gunner of the 3rd Brigade of the Engineering Corps. ”

"I'm Jenir, formerly the leader of the City Guard Squadron in the White Tower District of Shadow City, and now a sergeant commander in the Engineering Corps. ”

"Tell me about your combat experience......

"There's nothing to say, shoot at the target, shoot, shoot. ”

"It is very difficult to control the Demon Turtle Car, and you must be bold and careful to escape the pursuit of the enemy......

Under the impetus of the host, the two "battle heroes" gradually entered the situation.

"Tell us about this war", after asking about the combat experience and the life of the legion, the host moved on to a larger topic.

"To be honest I don't want to come here, our squad is still building forts," Hassan said. Without me, not only will my progress be affected, but my comrades-in-arms will also be more unsafe. ”

Jenil glared at him, "You think I'm willing? You can't do it without the team? In the words of the commissar, you're making an individualistic mistake!"

The audience burst into laughter, knowing that one of them was the Night Club and the other was the Dawn Club, and they were born to deal with each other.

The host lady hurriedly interrupted them: "What do you want to say to everyone? You are defending Beta City, defending everyone, you must have a lot of expectations for everyone, right?"

The two glanced at each other and sighed helplessly.

Temanlin gritted her teeth and whispered, "Here, you want to encourage us to sacrifice our blood and even our lives." ”

Winnie didn't speak, just a "sure enough" expression.

"We ...... I hope that everyone who used to be from Shadow City will keep the past firmly in their hearts, put it in their hearts, raise their heads and look forward, and understand that they are now from Beta City. ”

"We are under attack by the undead, and the transcendent have stepped forward to protect everyone from the wind and rain, and as civilians, you can do what you can......"

The two spoke a little intermittently, and raised their hands from time to time when they spoke, their eyes turned to the air on their arms, and Mayne and the others in the audience wanted to cover their faces.

I was reading the information of the assistant, these two guys, they didn't do enough homework at all, and they weren't even fluent in reading manuscripts.

"What can we do?"

"We're just civilians!"

"Do you want us to go to war too?"

Someone in the audience coaxed, Hassan put down his arm and said disdainfully: "I just said it, this doesn't make sense!"

"I don't want to read this disgusting manuscript anymore, and I honestly don't expect anything from you!

"What have you done to give you freedom, to give you food and lodging that are ten times better than before? When you meet a soldier like me who is in uniform and fighting the undead on the battlefield, I don't even say thank you, but complain about this and that. ”

"You're sorry for the sacrifices of Dressers, Vance, Quicksilver, and Red Horn!"

"I'm going to protect my life, my future, not you worms lying in bed waiting to die!"

Hassan stepped down in a rage, and Jenir stomped his feet and scolded: "I knew you were going to make trouble!"

The two stepped down, and the scene seemed to be extremely embarrassing.

The host raised his voice and said: "The deeper the love, the more painful the blame, Hassan said his true words, are you willing to let him look down on him like this?"

The audience was still silent, and the image on the screen moved again, and it turned out to be the high-level Fei Gong who was already familiar to the people of Shadow City, such as Tarrens, Aurora, Stan, and Asuna.

They said in unison, "Citizens from Shadow City, Beta City is already your home, but your home is under the terrifying threat of the undead, and everyone needs to contribute their part. ”

"You're just civilians, and you can't fight as valiantly as the Transcendents, but you can do a lot. ”

"You can knit gloves and scarves to keep the soldiers warm. Leather straps can be made so that they can hold more ammo. You can do any work that the Beta City Hall publishes, and that's contributing to this war. ”

"But that's not all you expect, Beta City wants you to be healthy, happy, smiling every day, warm and kind. Let all those who protect you see that their efforts are worthwhile, and that they shed their blood and sacrifices to defend a beautiful homeland. ”

The image vanished, and the square fell silent for a moment, before various shouts erupted.

All the shouts conveyed the same heart: "Then give us a job!"

Temanlin said in an incredulous tone, "Just ...... Is that so?"

"These people are really weird", Winnie frowned, looking extremely confused, "just want everyone to move, do things, and let the legionnaires escort everyone, what kind of trick is Fei so spirited?"

Or......

Temanlin said timidly, "They just think it's fun to do this?"

Winnie smiled wryly: "Maybe it......"

At this time, it was almost dusk, the screen was silent, the propagandists had withdrawn, and people were still lingering in the square, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Some surrounded the neighborhood committee liaison and asked for a list of tasks, some asked about the treatment of soul erosion disorder, and some got together to discuss.

"Just then we can get going," said Winnie to Temanlyn in the corner of the square, "let's organize everyone somehow......"

As soon as the words fell, the screen lit up again, and a pretty figure with red boots, red skirts and red hats appeared.

People are looking up, little red!

"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaohong!"

Xiaohong beckoned enthusiastically: "I know that everyone is very confused, and they don't know how to live in the future, so they are in a bad mood." ”

"Do you know why you're in a bad mood? because everyone, lack of exercise!"

"Life lies in sports, and today I will teach everyone to dance!"

"It's a very simple dance, but after you dance, you will find that your spirit will be better, your appetite will be better, and your food will be delicious! You will feel that life is very good, and you have a lot of things to do!"

"This magical dance is called...... Square dancing!"

"Come, follow me, move!" one, two, three, ......"

The music sounds, and although it is weird, the rhythm is distinct. Xiaohong stretched her arms, kicked her legs, and twisted her waist with the beat on the screen, which was not complicated at all.

Winnie muttered, "I feel like I'm feeling some terrible power......"

The "aunt" next to her, Temanlin, shook her arm with Xiaohong's movements: "It's quite interesting." ”