LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

"Nonsense!" Marit realized now.

"Demacia's armor is silver-white, and Noxus' armor is red-black. How can you admit that you are wrong?!"

"I..." the farmer stammered, "I...I'm color blind."

"Senima is blind!" Marit raised the riding crop angrily and whipped it down "gently".

This whip was very light for her, because the farmer was also a Noxian, so she was already politely controlling the force - if she faced a Demacia farmer, her whip could cut someone into pieces. Two pieces.

But Marit is a super warrior after all.

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

"ah!

"The farmer's shoulder was split with a deep bloody mark.

Marit held up the bloody riding crop and asked him: "Tell me, do you know what red is now?"

"I...I..." The farmer was too hurt to speak, and his answer was a little slow.

Marit saw this and wanted to crack her whip again.

"Wait." Riwen stopped her.

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

If she couldn't tolerate even this level of violence, then she wouldn't be able to become a legion commander in the Noxian army.

She stopped Marit mainly because...

"I seem to know him." Riven said.

"Oh?" Marit put away her whip this time and looked at the farmer with a discriminating look: "Riven, is he your childhood friend?"

"That's right..." Riven's thoughts crossed over the years of war and war, and returned to her unhappy childhood in the countryside: "His name seems to be...Crete?"

"Crete, right?"

Riven struggled to remember the farmer's name.

Crete was her childhood friend, and their friendship was not far or close, so it was pretty good.

Later, she joined the army and Crete stayed in his hometown to work in the countryside. Naturally, the two of them had lost contact for a long time.

"You..." The farmer named Crete was slightly startled.

He looked at Riven's iconic short white hair and wheat-colored skin, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "You, are you Riven?"

As a warrior personally commended by His Majesty the Emperor, Riven has long been a famous figure in her hometown of Trevel.

Especially in this small village, almost everyone knows that Riven, the poor orphan back then, is now the unattainable commander of the Imperial Army.

"Oh my god, Riven, you're so rich now..."

Crete subconsciously wanted to get closer.

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

He looked up and saw Riven riding a majestic dragon lizard, her mighty officer armor, her domineering rune sword, Marit riding a rare demon bird beside her, and the riding crop still dripping with blood in her hand. .

"Master Riven——"

"Welcome back to Trevel!"

Crete knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground, replenishing the courtesy a farmer would have for an officer.

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

Noxus respects strength and has a clear hierarchy. This is especially true in the military camp.

During her years as an Imperial officer, Riven had become accustomed to the worship of lowly men.

So she naturally accepted Crete's kneeling, and then gestured for him to stand up with her lips pressed, and answered her question:

"Crete, 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 leading the way in an enemy country by deceiving the villagers: "I promise I won't hurt you."

"I..." Crete paused for a while, then said tremblingly: "We are afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Riwen frowned: "We are imperial soldiers. This is within the empire. What are we afraid of?"

"You are the ones I'm afraid of...ahem..." Crete tried hard to hold his mouth shut before answering with difficulty:

"Master Riven, you don't know... In recent years, the imperial army has always gone to the countryside to rob... well... go to the countryside to have friendly exchanges with us."

"It's not that we don't want to entertain these brave imperial warriors, the main thing is... they come too frequently. I, we really don't have food for everyone."

He spoke very cryptically.

But Riven still understood what he meant: "You mean... you are hiding from the food collection team?"

Of course Riven knew that the Noxus Empire had a food collection team.

She is not a fool who doesn't eat minced meat. Of course she knows where the "inexhaustible" food, wine, and meat from the labor camp in Trevel City come from.

Riven even did the work of going to the countryside to collect grain during the past wars.

"But shouldn't it be Mr. Kawa that the food collection team went to the countryside to look for?"

The Master Kawa whom Riven was talking about was the big landowner of this village.

This farm, and even the land in several surrounding villages, is almost entirely the private property of his family.

And Crete, as well as Riven as a child, were just serfs farming for Master Kava.

Serfs themselves were the private property of the landlords. They did not own land, only allotments leased from the landlords.

Even their property, life and personal freedom are completely at the mercy of the landlords.

So Lord Kava is the king of this land.

But correspondingly, when the imperial army needs to go to the countryside to collect grain, they will first find big landowners like Mr. Kawa, not the serfs.

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

The main reason is that these serfs do not have much food surplus at home, and each one is more "stingy" and "cunning" than the last.

It would be too laborious for the grain collection team to search each house one by one, and the personnel cost would be too high.

So instead of robbing serfs, it is better to go directly to eat the big ones.

Anyway, with the squirrel-like food hoarding habits of these large landowners, the imperial army can usually collect the needed food by eating from a few large local households.

"Master Riven, the situation you mentioned was a few years ago." Crete replied helplessly:

"Although the empire always fought with Demacia in the past, it usually took several years, or even ten years, for a big one to happen."

"In this way, Master Kawa's food storage can barely keep up with the consumption of the army."

"But what about the past few years?"

"The empire is fighting Demacia on the front line every year, and it never stops for a day."

"We in Trewell are close to the border front. Since the war started a few years ago, hundreds of thousands of soldiers have been stationed here all year round..."

"According to the grain collectors, some of the grain consumed by the army is currently in short supply in the rear, so the only way to get the missing part is from us."

The more Crete talked, the more immersed he became, almost forgetting that he was talking to the military officer:

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

"The grain collector asked Master Kava for food, and Master Kava forced us to pay more rent."

"If we couldn't give him anything, he would beat us hard with a whip."

"It turned out later..."

Before the serfs were beaten to death, Mr. Kawa could no longer bear it.

"He told the grain collector that landlords don't have any surplus grain these days."

"He said that his granary had been emptied out a long time ago and he couldn't take it out anymore. As a result, he was hung from a tree and beaten by the grain collector."

Lord Cava was just a country landowner from Trewell.

In front of the imperial army of Noxus, a "little master" like him is worse than shit.

So: "Later and later..."

"Mr. Cava wanted to sell his land and run away, but in the past few years, no one wants Trewell's land."

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

Riven: "This..."

She still remembered how Mr. Nakawa bullied the serfs when she was a child, and how he used a whip to force her to work.

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

"We thought we were getting a big deal at first, but when the food collection team couldn't find Mr. Kawa and started asking us for food... we realized that it was hard to get this free land."

Crete became more and more emotional as he spoke:

"Oh, what a bunch of dogs..."

"What did you say?!" Marit frowned coldly and raised her whip.

"I..." Crete's face turned pale instantly.

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

"I, I..." It's completely over.

Insulting an Imperial soldier is a serious crime, and he deserves to be beaten to death.

"Forget it, Marit..." Riven sighed softly: "Give me some face and let him go."

"Okay." Seeing that this was Riven's childhood friend, Marit decided to go easy on him.

So she raised her riding crop and said magnanimously: "Slap your own mouth, 20 times."

"Understand?"

"Ming, I understand..." Crete stood aside and slapped himself as if he was being pardoned.

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

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

"Yeah..." Riven had no choice but to admit it.

Sympathy for the weak is not a virtue for a Noxian.

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

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

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

"Stop imagining things, Riven."

Fortunately, Marit knew her well enough and could understand her little "weakness":

"You don't have to pity him."

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

"The strong win everything, while the weak grovel and become slaves. This is the law of nature."

Marit looked at the farmer who was trying to please her while slapping her, with an expression as disdainful as if he was looking at a mouse, a low-level creature.

Compared with her and Riven, Crete is indeed a "low-level 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 abilities, why are they the same creature?

Since they are more advanced than Crete, why should Crete be equal to them and let them sympathize with them?

"We in Noxus have always been the most fair country."

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

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

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

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

"The suffering he is suffering now is all because of his weakness and being a coward, isn't it?"

"Hmm..." Riven nodded blankly.

She looked down at her gorgeous legion commander's armor and the majestic dragon lizard car - as long as she had the power, even serfs could possess these treasures.

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

Crete doesn't deserve sympathy at all, it's just that he's too weak.

Although he is so weak, he still dares to talk about what a strong man wants from him behind his back. .

That is even more inconsistent with Noxian moral standards and deserves a slap in the face.

It's like a pig, grunting and saying to people, "You shouldn't eat my flesh."

Can people sympathize with pigs? Ha ha.

"Ignore him," Marit said.

"Yeah." Riven watched Crete finish slapping her face, and then slowly started driving the dragon lizard: "Marit, let's go."