"Miss Witch, are you there?"

In the secluded and deserted place in the alley, Mansour pressed the small protrusion behind his ear and called Isabella anxiously.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"There is a very difficult problem. I know you have done a lot for us, but this time, I am."

"Please tell me."

"Oh, my friend Aladdin, he's dying."

Isabella was startled: "What's wrong with him?"

"There are many electrodes planted under his skin. If he does not use magic energy to activate it, the electrodes will fail and rot in the muscles, and he will die!"

"How did you solve this problem?"

"The puppet armor relies on the magic energy supply line to replenish magic energy, and can activate it by charging it."

"Why can't it work now?"

"Originally, the puppet armor was responsible for maintenance of the Mosque's preparation department. Now that the Mosque is gone, the relevant departments have been revoked! The man from the city hall asked no matter who he asked!"

Isabella began to realize the seriousness of the problem.

The God of Lantern is the highest combat power of the Mosque and the strongest combat power of Nehel's individual soldiers. It can even be regarded as a cruel angel that is miniaturized. However, if there is no reasonable supply and maintenance, Aladdin's life will be a problem. Now the power of the Mosque collapses, but Aladdin, who is righteous, cannot get the treatment he deserves.

No, this is no longer a fair question. It must be that the city hall is worried about him, the "rebel" person.

The God of Lantern is the nemesis of the battle puppet. So, what's the point of having this nemesis now?

To deal with unarmed people, fighting puppets is enough. The lamp god can die. What, keep him? Wait until he rebels?

Saving people is like putting out a fire, and Isabella cannot wait for a moment. "I can't hesitate, but I can try it. My fiancé and I can help. Should you go out of the city to find him, or come to me under the black prison?"

"Look for you, the black prison is close to you."

"But the black prison is now blocked and violence can be used."

"Hmph, an incompetent and cowardly bureaucrat!"

“Once you use violence, you will be considered rebellious.”

Mansour was furious: "What rebellion? If it weren't for our fight against the puppet team, if it weren't for Aladdin's rebellion on the battlefield, he would have done nothing to lick the ass of the Mosque! Now that his might is shaking, this kind of thing may not be better than the Mosque!"

Isabella advised softly: "Don't be angry, getting angry can't solve the problem. Don't you ask for your friends' opinions?"

Mansour was a little embarrassed: "That's right, sorry, I was too impulsive just now. You can wait for me for a while and I'll go find him."

"OK."

"You must be careful too. The city hall also has a share in the murder of girls. It is likely to be unfavorable to you when they are carrying out the blockade."

"It's okay, I'm ready."

This confident and energetic answer not only made Mansour feel excited.

Her fiancé is so happy.

What about fiancé, do I still have a chance?

Forget it, Aladdin's matter is important now.

Mansour ran all the way back to the guard station, searching around inside and out, but didn't see Aladdin. He happened to run into Captain Sailimu.

Captain Sailimu gave him a task. At 7 o'clock tonight, there will be an opera performance in the City Theater. Governor Kadar and the new deputy Governor Ibn Khaledun will attend. The battle puppet team must do a good job of guarding. Two team members were originally selected to take the task, but suddenly, one of them had a stomachache, and the other was seriously ill, so they both took leave. Mansur and Zakaria of the preparatory group were forced to go to the top.

Mansour expressed his confusion. There were a lot of people in the combat team, so how could the people in the preparatory team be on the way?

Sailimu explained that because the city hall attached great importance to the battle puppet team and formulated an expansion plan, the combat team members have now been upgraded to instructors. One old leads two new ones, and is training outside the city, and he really can't get any man.

Mansour was reluctant and told the captain about Aladdin. The captain advised him that the bureaucrats had the best ability to beat the ball, and you could not even run errands until you died. The only one who could help was Deputy Governor Ibn Khaledun. There was a guard mission tonight. If you revealed the news, you might be able to solve it.

Mansour's eyes suddenly lit up. Taking such a formal channel is definitely more reliable than finding a witch lady: "Don't worry, captain, I'll cover it. However, I have to fight for the puppet guards when watching the scene. I'm too brave."

Sailimu said seriously: "The mission is a task, don't be careless. Although the Mosque has collapsed, there are still many people who secretly support it. I heard that several cases of conspiracy against the city hall have been solved in the past few days. Tonight, the Governor-General and the main officials are all present. Mansour, you have a great responsibility."

Mansour's scalp furiously: "Abide by the order!"

Mansour looked for Zakaria and checked the preparation of the war puppets. Each person had a war puppet and went to the City Theater.

"Zakaria, what's wrong? Why don't you talk?"

"I'm thinking about Tuna, she has been without news for several days."

Fatuna is Zakaria's fiancée and a medical officer in the city clinic. She was going to get married next month, but because of the arrival of the angel of revenge, Fatuna was imprisoned by the Mosque as one of the witnesses. Until now, there is no news.

Mansour sighed.

Yes, everyone originally thought that if the Mosque was overthrown and everyone had freedom, everything would be different, but apart from the confusion of thought and I don’t know who to believe, what else is different?

"Mansour, I have decided to find Fatuna and I will leave the battle puppet team. I will leave Nehull with her and my family and live outside the city."

“Huh?”

"Actually, outside the city is not as terrible as the men said. They are just afraid that they will not be able to receive the poll tax. I am already disappointed in this city."

"Don't give up, it will get better and better. Now is a difficult time."

"No, it won't be good. How good can Kunshabi's belly be?"

Mansour was shocked: "Who did you hear?"

"It's spread all over the streets, saying that our city is built in the belly of the epic creature, the mother of the sandworm, Kunshabi. The environment we lived from childhood to adulthood is all fake, made of magical images. On the night when the Angel of Revenge came, the red sky and the falling acid rain were the real environment."

"Scared?"

"I didn't lose confidence because of fear. What makes me feel disappointed is that those adults and men, who know the truth, have to fight in the internal strife, kill each other, and use fraud and massacre to suppress the people! Tell me, how much have you paid, but what is waiting for you? He is transferred to the expedition team and sent you away! My friend, my good brother, be careful, those bastards will never let anyone out of threats!"

“Zakaria…”

"You don't know, you haven't been in the team these two days, and everyone has a big fuss. Do you think I am the only one who is disappointed? Everyone is still dealing with the bastards in the city hall, and they don't want to embarrass Boss Sailimu!

"Remember our Eye of Light's Creed? Outside, there must be a land of Alabo people. I think it is much more reliable to have expectations for it than to be kind to the adults and the men!"

Mansour sighed helplessly, where is the city going and where is it going, these questions are too complicated and heavy for him.

He didn't even know who he should persuade, whether he was himself or his friend.

In the silent and heavy pace of the battle puppet, the theater was in sight, and the dusk of Nehel was coming.
Chapter completed!