Old Marder opened his eyes blankly. 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 was going on, hundreds of leaflets had already fallen into the stable, some fell outside and on the roof, and others were scattered in the open space and covered on his body.

Old Marder trembled slightly and picked up the thin paper covering his body, and at a glance he was attracted by the very eye-catching black and white photo on the page.

It was an interior photo of the city of kerosene, with neatly arranged beautiful houses, wide and clean roads, lively streets, workshops with chimney smoke constantly coming out, and the huge airship passing through from above.

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Old Mad's educational level is limited and he doesn't know many words, but he can understand pictures as a human being.

There is not just one 'picture' like this on the page. They are pictures of a train leaving the platform, slum renovation and workers working hard in the workshop. Everything is so lifelike.

Even the best painters in the empire couldn't complete such exquisite works - it's like reality is printed on paper!

When the rest of the grooms realized that the strange 'silver beast' was not here to kill them, they also walked out of the stables. There were many brave people who reached out to pick up the flyers and looked at them, saying something in their mouths.

Exclamations.

Dali, who was the most daring, walked towards the package that had been thrown down with the flyers and opened it. Inside were several square bread bricks.

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

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

Could it be that those rumors about the City of Fire and Oil are true?

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

Dali reached out and took it. The title was written in bold letters on the front page of the flyer. He naturally recognized those words and murmured them in a trembling tone.

"The truth cannot be killed!"
Chapter completed!