With the roar of propellers, one after another mighty fighters quickly crossed the wide runway and flew into the clear blue sky.

I have to say that today is sunny and cloudless, which is a good weather suitable for flying!

The Youlan Dewang below quickly rose into the air and flew towards the 'Silver Eagle' in the sky, his heart full of emotion.

Three years ago, in the Wizarding Lands, flying was still the privilege of the Grand Wizard, and only a handful of Triple Ring Wizards with special magic could do so.

Nowadays, as long as a pilot has received formal training, he can fly airships and fighters to conquer the vast sky.

This was unimaginable in the past......

According to this, at an altitude of two thousand meters, thirty warplanes scattered in a circle after a short convergence, the empire is too big, their task is very heavy, each of them needs to be responsible for a large area, until the two hundred regiments of leaflets carried are all sent.

Lydia skillfully steered the fighter to make a standard climb move, and her speed reached the limit in just a few minutes.

At 360 kilometers per hour, even through the air hood, both of them could hear the extremely violent wind.

At one point, Lydia even broke through the original speed cap - the latest achievement of the Workshop alchemists' transformation of the fighter in recent months.

Dennis, the master alchemist, added a special device to the rear of the fighter that could release a compressed air current, allowing the fighter to cross the original speed limit in a short period of time......

"Initial jet push? It's really fast...... it's a master alchemist," Lynn had a slight smile on his face, and it wasn't surprising that Dennis could think of this, probably from the internal combustion engine and the steam engine.

It is said that one alchemist even had the whimsical idea of using the air currents generated by the explosion to provide power, but this suggestion was quickly rejected by the crowd.

Because the impact force generated by the explosion is too uncontrollable, the requirements for the material of the fighter are too harsh.

"It's too fast...... It's so fast! Lydia's heart was beating at a rapid pace, and although her mouth was shouting like this, her spirit became even more excited.

In fact, this particular mode is also the first time she has used it.

"Let's save some fuel, we have to fly to several cities, just get acquainted with it a little." Lynn reminded.

Lydia stopped unsatisfactorily.

Lynn shook her head helplessly, and he found that the more dangerous the work, the more excited the halfling girl became.

Before, he was thinking about whether to comfort Lydia so that he could calm the other party's emotions and not be too nervous during the mission, but now it seems that there is no need for this.

After flying like this for twenty minutes, Lynn suddenly turned her head to look over, and in the distance, a city was already in sight.

……

In the border city of the Empire, Badas Territory, in a stable full of hay and dung.

Old Marn was laboriously wielding his shovel to clean up a lump of stinking horse manure.

This was not an easy task, as there were about a thousand horses in the territory of Bardas, but the rather demanding and greedy Earl was only willing to hire twenty horsemen, which meant that each of them had to take care of more than fifty horses......

If it weren't for the fact that he could get two silver a month for this job, I'm afraid old Marn would have quit this job a long time ago.

However, two silver coins were not a reward, because the governor of the Badas Lords could always withhold at least fifty copper coins for various reasons.

Thinking of this, Old Marn was very distressed, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

If it had been fine half a year ago, even if he would have been deducted from his salary, the rest would have been enough for him to buy black bread to survive, but now it is different, because of the approaching war, the price of grain has risen a lot, and one silver and fifty copper is only enough for twenty days.

Old Marn cursed in his heart, while struggling to shovel the horse manure on the ground, more and more forcefully, as if shoveling on some people's heads, but after seeing the rather rich chief steward walking towards this side, he put on a smiling face, nodded and stepped forward to report the recent situation of the more than fifty war horses under his jurisdiction.

The chief inspector who passed by the inspection obviously did not mean to stay in the smelly stable for long, and after making sure that there were no sick horses and no personnel were lazy, he left the area directly.

When the rich manager was far away, Old Marn spat into the haystack while everyone was not paying attention, and continued to curse in his heart.

The rest of the horsemen who were cleaning the stables also stopped their movements one after another, shoveling horse manure for more than an hour, and their hands were already sore.

The resting horsemen soon gathered, and one of them looked left and right, and when he saw that no guards were coming, he lowered his voice and spoke.

"Have you heard? Last night Gadel tried to sneak out of the southern wall, but was spotted by the patrolling guards......"

"Gard? Is that the bastard who likes to draw and do math? Old Marn was stunned for a moment, he naturally knew this kid.

Although Garde does some things like stealing chickens and dogs all day long, he is not a bad person, just to beg for a bite to eat, and occasionally helps them do the math or something.

The rest of the grooms were also talking, and everyone knew that the bishop had strictly ordered no one to go out, and the consequences of being caught by the guards could be imagined.

"And how is he now?" Old Marn asked curiously and with a hint of concern.

"What else, I heard that the Bishop was so angry that he burned Garde at the stake that night!" The groom lowered his voice and spoke timidly.

Everyone present fell into a dead silence until the groom named Dali next to him spoke in horror. "But...... He... What is he doing sneaking out of the city for? ”

"What else can I do? ...... of course," said the groom, who suddenly shut his mouth, not daring to continue.

Old Marn and the others had already understood that Gadel had taken such a big risk to get out of the city, and there could only be one purpose, and that was to go to the city of oil!

In fact, Gadel was not the first to do so, and there have been several smuggling incidents in the Bardas Territory over this time.

Many people who were bold and couldn't survive fled to the city of oil, the land of wizards.

At first, Old Marn didn't understand why anyone would want to go to territory controlled by the demon minions, but lately he had heard a lot of rumors that he didn't know why.

Some people say that wizards are far less terrifying than the Church promotes, that they have nothing to do with demons, and that they are not messengers of doom.

It is also said that after the sorcerers occupied the cities of the empire, not only did they not kill on a large scale, but also distributed food to the local people, repaired their houses, and built a large number of workshops, and each laborer was paid at least six silver coins, which was three times his current salary!

Tracy, who was originally hungry all day long in the territory of Badas, smuggled to the city of oil and oil, not only ate delicious white bread, but also had her own house.

Old Marn was once even in the tavern and heard the passing merchants talk about something even more mysterious, such as the wizards' ability to make a large iron ship sail on the sea, to make an airship higher than a building float in the sky, and to train very tall and large enough to transport thousands of people, and even to make bread with magic.

It is said that it tastes like a cloud, and it is not at all comparable to white bread.

Old Marn couldn't understand what it was like to eat clouds, it must have been a rare delicacy.

However, he had not heard anything like it lately, and the cardinal stationed in the territory of Badas had expelled all the caravans and captured many of the wandering merchants who spread the news, believing that they had been bewitched by demons.

"You say, is the city of oil really as good as it seems?" A groom who was Dalí spoke suddenly, apparently with some intention.

The remarks were soon met with a burst of laughter. "Do you believe that? Didn't the Bishop say that? Those are all lies of the devil to lure us into Hell, and those fools who go to the city of fire oil will probably die long ago......"

"If there is such a place, then I am afraid it is the kingdom of the Lord, right?" The other groom said wistfully.

Old Marne also nodded in agreement, it is recorded in the Bible that the devil usually uses lies as a temptation to deceive them into giving their souls.

Even so, the rumored dreamlike scene of the City of Oils still echoed in Old Marn's mind, after all, it was so beautiful.

"Wait...... What is that? Heavenly, look heavenly! ”

An exclamation suddenly rang in Old Made's ears, pulling him out of his fantasy and hurried towards the sky, where it seemed to be a huge eagle flying down towards the city.

It wasn't until he got closer that Old Marder saw that it was not an eagle, but a 'steel beast' with a silver body.

It's incredibly big, and its shape is quite aesthetically pleasing, making people unforgettable at a glance.

"This must be the war machine of wizards......" shouted a groom in horror, who didn't know what it was, but had heard it from the priests of the church.

The wizard brought a number of powerful war machines from the abyss, one of which could fly high in the air and throw hellfire into the ground.

This strange flame cannot be extinguished even by water, and those who are contaminated with it will be burned in flesh and dragged into hell.

Fortunately, at this moment, a glimmer of magic suddenly flew out of the city, and Old Marn immediately realized that it must be the cardinal's action!

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in everyone's hearts, but the fighter plane flying into the sky was incredibly flexible, constantly deflecting the fuselage, flexibly dodging every divine attack, and even lowered its altitude again as if provocative, and flew straight to this side.

"Run!" "Get out of the way, it's coming this way!" Dozens of grooms gathered here were in a disarray, and they hurried into the stables, which, though not very sturdy, provided some shelter.

It's just that old Mada was not so lucky, he was knocked to the ground by a companion who was in a panic, and the whole person rolled a few times like a gourd rolling on the ground, and finally got up, and saw that the 'silver giant beast' was swooping at a low altitude at a very fast speed.

Old Made's expression was almost desperate, especially when he saw the wide open bilge, and the bottom compartment opened violently, throwing out a mass of 'bombs' the size of a human head.

One of the 'bombs' is falling in this direction.

The huge warplane whizzed over his head, and the sound of breaking the air almost burst his eardrums, and Old Mad's mind was no longer at the moment, because under his horrified gaze, the 'bomb' burst violently!

Old Mad, who had no time to dodge, could only close her eyes in despair, and the whole person curled up on the ground, waiting for death to come.

However, after half a minute, there was no pain in his body.

Old Made's eyes opened blankly, and there was no explosion or fire in front of him, only the countless white pages scattered down, and a small package......

Before he could figure out what had happened, hundreds of leaflets had already landed in the stables, some on the outside and on the roof, and some on the open space and over him.

Old Mada trembled slightly and picked up the thin page covering his body, and then he was attracted by the very conspicuous black and white photo on the page.

It was a picture of the interior of the City of Oil, with its beautiful houses, wide and clean roads, lively streets, smoking, and huge airships passing through the sky......

Lao Made's education level is limited, and he doesn't recognize many words, but as long as he is a person, he can understand pictures.

And there is not only one such 'painting' on the page, but the picture of the train leaving the platform, the renovation of the slum, and the workers of the workshop toiling, everything is so vivid.

Not even the best painters of the Empire could have done such a delicate work - it was like putting reality on paper!

The rest of the grooms came out of the stables when they realized that the strange 'silver beast' had not come to kill them, and some of the brave reached out to pick up the leaflets and examined them, and let out exclamations of exclamation.

Dalí, who had the audacity of all, walked over to the parcel that had been dropped along with the leaflet, and opened it to a few boxy bread bricks.

It doesn't look like a white bag in appearance, and it can't be a black bag surface, and it's very soft when you pinch it by hand.

"This can't be magic bread, right?" Dalí immediately thought of the rumors about the wizards.

Could it be that all the rumors about the City of Oils are true.

"Dali, you are the most literate among us, can you tell me what is written on it?" A groom handed over the leaflet in his hand.

Dali stretched out his hand and took it, and the first page of the leaflet had the title written in bold letters, which he recognized naturally, and muttered it in a trembling tone.

"The truth can't be killed!"

(End of chapter)