LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 174 Noxus is the most fair (for subscription~)

"Nonsense!" Marit realized now.

"Demacia's armor is silver and white, while Noxus' armor is red and black. Can you tell me you're on a horse?!"

"I," the farmer stammered, "I am colorblind."

"Senima Blind!" Marit raised the whip angrily, and "lightly" pulled it down.

This blow was very light for her, because the farmer was also a Noxian, so she was already politely controlling her strength—if she faced a Demacia farmer, her whip could cut a person into pieces. Two cuts.

But Marit is an extraordinary warrior after all.

She tried her best to restrain the force of the whip, but it was still enough to tear the farmer to pieces.

"Ah!!" There was a deep bloodstain on the farmer's shoulder.

Holding the blood-stained whip, Marit asked him, "Tell me, do you know what red is now?"

"I, I." The farmer was so painful that he couldn't speak, and he answered a little slowly.

Seeing this, Marit wanted to swing the whip again.

"Wait." Riven stopped her.

Riven stopped Marit not because she couldn't stand it.

If she can't even accept this level of violence, then she won't be able to become a legion commander in the Noxus army.

She stopped Marit mainly because
"I seem to know him," Riven said.

"Oh?" Marit put away the whip this time, and looked at the farmer with stern eyes: "Riven, is he your childhood friend?"

"That's right." Riven's thoughts spanned years of smoldering wars, and it was hard to return to her unhappy childhood in the countryside: "His name seems to be Crete?"

"Crit, isn't it?"

Riven tried to recall the farmer's name.

Crete can be regarded as her childhood friend, and the friendship is neither far nor close, which is not bad.

Later she enlisted in the army, and Crete stayed in the countryside to work as a farmer. Naturally, the two had lost contact for a long time.

"You..." The farmer named Crete was slightly taken aback.

Looking at Riven's iconic short white hair and wheat-colored skin, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "You, are you Riven?"

As a warrior whom His Majesty the Emperor personally commended, Riven has long been a big celebrity in her hometown of Trivel.

Especially in this small village, almost everyone knew that Riven, that poor little orphan back then, was now the unattainable captain of the Imperial Legion.

"My God, Riven, you're so rich now."

Kriter subconsciously wanted to get close.

But the burning pain from the scar on his shoulder made him wake up quickly.

He looked up and saw Riven riding on the majestic dragon lizard, her mighty officer's armor, her domineering rune sword, Marit riding a rare devil bird, and her horsewhip still dripping blood .

"Master Riven—"

"Welcome back to Triwell!"

Crete knelt down and dropped his body to the ground, making up for the courtesy that a farmer should have for an officer.

"Well, get up." Riven didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Noxus respects its strength and has distinct levels.Even more so in the barracks.

During these years of being an officer of the Empire, Riven has long been used to being worshiped by those inferior people.

So she naturally accepted Crete's kneeling, pouted her mouth to signal him to stand up, and answered her question:

"Krit, why did you run away just now?"

"This, this." Crete was so frightened that his bones were trembling.

"Don't worry." Riven showed the friendly attitude of fooling the villagers to lead the way in the enemy's territory: "I promise I won't hurt you."

"I..." Kriter paused for a while before saying tremblingly, "We are afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Riven frowned slightly: "We are soldiers of the Empire. This is within the territory of the Empire. What is there to be afraid of?"

"The thing I'm afraid of is that you are coughing." Crete tried hard to keep his mouth shut, and then answered with difficulty:
"Master Riven, you don't know. In the past few years, the imperial army has always gone to the countryside to rob... um... go to the countryside to have friendly exchanges with us."

"It's not that we don't want to entertain these brave imperial soldiers, the main reason is that they come too frequently. I, we really have no food for everyone to eat."

He spoke very cryptically.

But Riven still understood what he meant: "You mean you're hiding from the grain requisition?"

Of course Riven knew about the fact that the Noxus Empire had food requisitions.

She is not a fool who doesn't want to eat minced meat. Of course, she knows where the "inexhaustible and inexhaustible" food, wine, and meat for the internal labor force in Triwell City come from.

Even, when Riven was fighting in the past, she also went to the countryside to collect food.

"But the grain requisition team went to the countryside to find, shouldn't it be Master Kawa?"

The master Kawa that Riven mentioned is the big landowner of this village.

This farm, and even the land of several surrounding villages, are almost all private property of his family.

And Crete, as well as Riven when she was a child, were just serfs farming for Master Kawa.

The serfs themselves were the private property of the landlord. They had no land of their own, only the land leased from the landlord.

Even their wealth, life and personal freedom are completely at the mercy of the landlord.

So Master Kava is the king of this land.

But correspondingly, when the imperial army needed to go to the countryside to collect grain, they would first find a big landlord like Master Kava instead of those serfs.

This is not to say that the Noxus army cares about the bottom and only eats the big ones, not the small ones.

The main reason is that these serfs did not have much surplus food in their families, and each of them became more "stingy" and "cunning".

It takes too much effort for the food collection team to search every household, and the personnel cost is too high.

So instead of robbing serfs, it is better to eat big households directly.

Anyway, with the squirrel-like hoarding habits of these big landlords and big households, the imperial army can usually requisition the food they need if they eat a few big households in the local area.

"Master Riven, what you said happened a few years ago." Crete replied helplessly:

"Although the empire always fought against Demacia in the past, it usually took a few years or even a dozen years to fight a big war."

"In that way, Master Kawa's stockpile of food can barely keep up with the consumption of the army's confiscation."

"But what about these years?"

"The Empire fights Demacia on the front line every year, and there is no day when it stops."

"We in Triwell are close to the front line of the border. Since the war broke out a few years ago, more than 10,000 soldiers have been stationed here all year round."

"According to those food requisition officers, some of the food consumed by the army is not available in the rear, so the missing part can only come to us for it."

Crete became more and more involved in talking, and almost forgot that he was talking to the military officer:

"At first it came once a year, and then it came twice, three times a year... even once every quarter."

"The grain requisition officer asked Master Kawa for food, and Master Kawa forced us to pay more rent."

"If we can't give it, he will beat us hard with a whip."

"The result comes later"

Before the serfs were beaten to death, Master Kawa couldn't bear it.

"He told the grain requisition officer that the landlords don't have any grain left these days."

"It was said that his granary had been emptied long ago, and he couldn't get it out, so he was hanged from a tree by the grain requisition officer and beaten."

Master Cava is only a country landowner in Trivel.

In front of the imperial army of Noxus, a "little master" like him is not as good as a fart.

So: "A little later."

"Master Kawa wants to sell the land and run away, but over the past few years, no one wants Triwell's land anymore."

"So he simply sold the land to us at the cheapest price, and fled to Piltover with his family property."

Riven: "This"

She still remembers how master Na Kawa bullied the serfs and forced her to work with a whip when she was a child.

As a result, such a slave owner was forced by the imperial army to take the initiative to liberate the serfs and start land reform?

"At first, we thought we had picked up a big deal, but when the food requisition team couldn't find Master Kawa and started asking us for food. We didn't realize that the free land is not easy to get."

Crete became more and more emotional as he spoke:

"Oh, these dogs are a mess."

"What did you say?!" Marit raised his eyebrows coldly and raised his whip.

"I" Crete's face turned pale instantly.

"Let me ask you, what did you just say?" Marit asked fiercely again.

"I, I" is completely over.

Insulting imperial soldiers is a felony among felonies, and he deserves to be beaten to death.

"Forget it, Marit." Riven sighed softly, "Do me a favor and let him go."

"Okay." Seeing that this was Riven's childhood playmate, Marit decided to let it go.

So she raised her horsewhip and said generously, "You slap your mouth 20 times."

"Understand?"

"Ming, understand." As if being pardoned, Crete stood aside and slapped himself fiercely.

Riven looked at him with complicated eyes, but she didn't say anything.

"You sympathize with him?" Marit still noticed her subtle emotions.

"Yeah." Riven had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit.

Sympathy for the weak is not a strong point for a Noxian.

It can even be said that this is a "defect" in character.

Riven didn't want her friends to think she was a coward.

What's more, Marit is not only her friend, but also her subordinate.

"Stop thinking about it, Riven."

Fortunately, Marit is familiar with her enough to understand her little "weakness":
"You don't have to sympathize with him."

"Who can blame him for the suffering he suffered today? Don't he have to blame himself?"

"The strong win everything, and the weak prostrate as slaves. This is the law of nature."

Marit looked at the farmer who slapped her face while flattering her, with a disdainful expression as if she was looking at a mouse, a low-level creature.

Compared with her and Riven, Critter is indeed a "lower creature".

She and Riven could easily lift a huge boulder with one hand, but the farmer could only swing the small hoe with all his strength.

With such a huge difference in physical fitness, why are they the same creature?
Since they are higher than Crete, why should Crete be equal to them and make them sympathize?
"Our Noxus has always been the most fair country."

"Just like us, Riven, I was born a nobleman, and you were born a serf, but you are stronger than me, so you can be my officer."

Marit used herself as an example, then looked at Kriter with disdain and said:

"If this guy had the courage to join the army and fight like you, Riven, honed to become stronger like you, and received awards from His Majesty for his military exploits like you, then he is now an officer and a noble soldier of the empire."

"Instead of just being a poor farmer crawling under our feet like now."

"What he is suffering now is all due to his weakness and powerlessness, to blame him for being a coward, isn't it?"

"En." Riven nodded in a daze.

She lowered her head to look at her gorgeous army commander armor and the majestic dragon lizard car—as long as she has the strength, even serfs can own these treasures.

Noxus has always been a kingdom of the strong.There is nothing unfair about the strong eating meat and the weak eating dirt.

Crete is not worthy of sympathy at all, it is only because he is too weak.

Even though he is so weak, he still dares to talk behind his back about the claims made by the strong. .
That would be even less in line with Noxus' moral standards, and deserves a slap in the face.

It's like a pig humming and saying to people, you shouldn't eat my meat.

Do people sympathize with pigs?Ha ha.

"Leave him alone," said Marit.

"Yeah." Riven watched Crete slap her face before slowly starting to drive the dragon lizard: "Marit, let's go."

(End of this chapter)