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

Yolande below was looking at the 'Silver Eagle' that was rapidly rising into the sky and flying towards the horizon, his heart filled with emotion.

Three years ago in the wizarding land, flying was still a privilege for great wizards, and only a very small number of three-ring wizards who mastered special magic could do this.

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

This was unimaginable in the past...

At an altitude of two thousand meters, thirty fighter planes gathered together for a short time and then dispersed in a circle. The empire was too big and their task was heavy. Each person needed to be responsible for a large area until all the two hundred leaflets they carried were delivered.

Lydia skillfully controlled the fighter plane to perform a standard climbing maneuver, and the speed reached the limit in just a few minutes.

Three hundred and sixty kilometers per hour, even through the air mask, both of them could hear the extremely strong wind.

Lydia even broke through the original speed limit at one point - this was the latest achievement of the workshop alchemists in the transformation of fighter planes in recent months.

Alchemist Dennis added a special device to the rear of the fighter plane that can release compressed airflow, allowing the fighter plane to exceed its original speed limit in a short period of time...

"The original jet propulsion? As expected of a master alchemist, it's really fast..." Lynn's face showed a little more smile. It was not surprising that Dennis could think of this. He must have gotten some inspiration from the internal combustion engine and the steam engine.

It is said that one alchemist had the crazy idea of ​​using the airflow generated by the explosion to provide power, but this suggestion was quickly rejected by everyone.

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

"Too fast... too fast!" Lydia's heartbeat was accelerating. Although she shouted this, her spirit became particularly excited.

In fact, this was the first time she used this special mode.

"Let's save some fuel. We have to fly to several cities, so just get familiar with them." Lin En reminded.

Lydia then stopped with a feeling of wanting more.

Lin En shook his head helplessly. He found that the more dangerous the work was, the more excited the half-ling girl became.

Before, he was thinking about whether he should comfort Lydia to calm her emotions so that she would not be too nervous when performing the mission, but now it seems that there is no need for this.

After flying for twenty minutes, Lin En suddenly turned his head and looked over there. In the distance, a city was already visible.

…

In the imperial border city, Badas Territory, in a stable filled with hay and manure.

Old Marn was waving the shovel in his hand with great effort to clean up the smelly horse manure.

This was not an easy task, because there were about a thousand war horses in the Badas territory, but the rather harsh and greedy Earl was only willing to hire twenty grooms, which meant that each person had to take care of more than fifty war horses...

If this job didn't pay him two silver coins a month, Old Maan would have quit it long ago.

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

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

If it were half a year ago, it would not be so bad. Even if his wages were deducted, the remaining money would be enough for him to buy black bread and live on. But now it is different. Due to the approaching war, the price of food has risen a lot. One silver and fifty coppers are only enough for twenty days.

Old Maan cursed in his heart while shoveling the horse manure on the ground with all his might, each time harder and harder, as if he was shoveling on someone's head. But when he saw the rather wealthy steward walking towards him, he put on a smiling face again, nodded and bowed as he walked forward to report on the current situation of the more than 50 war horses under his jurisdiction.

The steward who was passing by for inspection obviously had no intention of staying in this smelly stable for long. After confirming that there were no sick horses and no staff were slacking off, he left the area directly.

When the wealthy steward walked away, old Marn took advantage of everyone's inattention, spat into the haystack, and continued to curse in his heart.

The other grooms who were cleaning the stables also stopped what they were doing. After shoveling horse manure for more than an hour, their hands were already so sore that they could not move anymore.

The resting grooms soon gathered together. One of them looked around and saw that no guards were coming, so he spoke in a low voice.

"Have you heard? Last night, Gader tried to sneak out from the south wall, but was discovered by the patrolling guards..."

"Garde? Is he the boy who likes drawing and math?" Old Marn was stunned for a moment. He naturally knew this boy.

Although Garde did some sneaky things all day long, he was not a bad person. He just wanted to make a living and would occasionally help them with the math.

The other grooms were also talking about it. Everyone knew that the bishop had strictly ordered that no one was allowed to go out now, and the consequences of being caught by the guards could be imagined.

"So how is he now?" Old Maan asked curiously and with a hint of worry.

"What else can we do? I heard that the bishop was very angry and had Gard burned to death at the stake that night!" The groom lowered his voice and spoke fearfully.

Everyone present fell into a deathly silence until the groom named Dali said in shock, "But... he... why did he sneak out of the city?"

"What else can I do? Of course I can go to..." The groom suddenly shut his mouth here, not daring to continue.

Old Maan and others have already understood that Gader is taking such a big risk to leave the city, and there can only be one purpose, which is to go to the City of Kerosene!

In fact, Gader is not the first person to do this. Several smuggling incidents have occurred in Badas Territory over this period of time.

Many brave people who couldn't survive fled to the City of Kerosene, the kingdom of wizards.

Some people say that wizards are not as scary as the church claims, they have nothing to do with evil spirits, and they are not messengers of doomsday.

Some people also said that after the wizards occupied the cities of the empire, they not only did not kill people wantonly, but also distributed food to the local people, repaired houses, and built a large number of workshops. Each worker could get at least six silver coins as a reward, which was three times his current salary! Tracy, who was originally hungry all day in Badas Territory, smuggled to the City of Kerosene and not only ate delicious white bread, but also had her own house.

Old Man once even heard passing merchants in the tavern talk about some more mysterious things, such as wizards being able to make a large iron ship sail on the sea, airships taller than buildings float in the sky, and trains that are very tall and large enough to carry thousands of people, and even making bread with magic.

It is said that the stuff tastes like clouds and is not comparable to white bread at all.

Old Maan really couldn't understand what it felt like to eat clouds. It must be a rare delicacy.

However, he has not heard similar news recently. The cardinal stationed in Badas expelled all the caravans and arrested many traveling merchants who spread the news. He believed that these people were bewitched by evil spirits.

"Do you think the Kerosene City is as good as the rumors say?" A groom named Dali suddenly spoke up, and he was obviously interested.

These words quickly attracted a round of laughter. "You believe this? Didn't the Bishop say that? Those were all lies made up by the devil to lure us into hell. Those fools who went to the City of Fire Oil must have died long ago..."

"If there really is such a place, it must be the Lord's heaven, right?" said another groom with longing.

Old Man nodded in agreement. It was recorded in the Bible that the devil usually used lies as temptation to deceive people into giving up their souls.

Even though he thought so, the dreamlike scene of the legendary kerosene city still echoed in Old Marn's mind. After all, it was too beautiful.

"Wait...what is that? In the sky, look up in the sky!"

A cry of surprise suddenly sounded in old Mad's ears, pulling him out of his fantasy. He hurriedly looked up at the sky and saw that a huge eagle was flying down towards the city.

When it got closer, Old Mad could see clearly that it was not an eagle, but a silver "steel behemoth".

It is incredibly large and its shape is so beautiful that you can't forget it once you see it.

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

The wizard brought many powerful war machines from the abyss, one of which could fly high in the sky and deliver hellfire to the ground.

This strange fire cannot be extinguished even by water. Anyone who is contaminated by it will have his body burned to ashes and his soul dragged into hell.

Fortunately, at this moment, a series of flashes of divine magic suddenly flew out from the city, and Old Marne immediately realized that it must be the Cardinal who made the move! A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in everyone's hearts, but the fighter plane flying in the sky was incredibly flexible, constantly deflecting its fuselage, flexibly dodging every attack of divine magic, and even lowered its altitude again as if to provoke, and flew straight towards this side,

"Run!" "Get out of the way, it's flying towards us!" Dozens of grooms gathered here suddenly became chaotic. They hurriedly ran into the stable. Although it was not very strong, it could provide some shelter.

But old Mad was not so lucky. He was knocked to the ground by a panicked companion. He rolled several times like a gourd. When he finally got up, he saw the "silver beast" swooping down at him at a very fast speed.

Old Mad's expression was close to despair, especially when he saw the wide-open bottom cabin, the bottom cabin suddenly opened, and a group of "bombs" the size of a human head were thrown out.

One of the 'bombs' is falling towards this side.

A huge fighter plane whizzed past his head, and the sound of breaking through the air almost broke his eardrums. Old Mad didn't care at this moment, because under his horrified gaze, the "bomb" suddenly exploded! Old Mad had no time to dodge and could only close his eyes in despair. He curled up on the ground and waited for death to come.

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

Old Mad opened his eyes blankly. There was no explosion or fire in front of him, only countless white pages scattered down and a small package...

Before he could figure out what was happening, hundreds of leaflets had landed inside the stable, some fell outside and on the roof, and others were scattered on the open space and covered him.

Old Mad picked up the thin piece of paper covering his body with a slight tremor, and was immediately attracted by the very conspicuous black and white photo on the paper.

It was a photo of the interior of the Kerosene City, with neatly arranged beautiful houses, wide and clean roads, busy streets, workshops with chimneys constantly emitting smoke, and a huge airship flying through the sky...

Old Mad had a limited level of education and could recognize only a few words, but anyone could understand the pictures.

There is more than one "painting" like this on the page. There are pictures of trains leaving the platform, slums being renovated, and workers working hard in workshops. Everything is so lifelike.

Even the best painters in the empire could not create such an exquisite work - it was like printing reality on paper!

When the other grooms realized that the strange "silver beast" was not here to kill them, they all came out of the stables. Some of them were brave enough to pick up the flyers and examine them, exclaiming in surprise.

Dali, the bravest one, walked towards the package that was dropped with the flyer and opened it, revealing several square bread bricks.

From the appearance, it doesn't look like white noodles, let alone black noodles. It is very soft when you pinch it with your hands.

"Could this be magic bread?" Dali immediately thought of the rumors about those wizards.

Could it be that those rumors about the Kerosene City are true?

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

Dali reached out and took it. On the front page of the flyer, the title was written in bold letters. He naturally recognized those words and murmured them aloud in a trembling voice.

"The truth can't be killed!"

(End of this chapter)