LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

How the Empire became what it is today, Riven didn't know.

As for how to change the current situation of the empire, this problem was not something that a middle-level officer like her could solve.

All she can change is the current situation of this poor old woman.

"Can we go to your house and have a look?" Riven asked.

Of course the old woman agreed.

She took Riven and Marit back home, in front of a fairly luxurious farmhouse.

The group of people opened the door and walked in. They found that although the furnishings in the room were slightly old, they were complete, clean and neatly arranged, giving people a good overall impression.

There is a sofa, a fireplace, a large dining table, blankets on the floor, and paintings on the walls. It is much more luxurious than the home decoration of ordinary farm families in Triwell.

"Mom, are there any guests?" A little girl, no more than 7 or 8 years old, poked her head out of the room sweetly.

"This is my little daughter." The old woman took the child into her arms lovingly, and then introduced: "She is also my last child."

"Oh..." Riven breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out she has one child left. Fortunately, we didn't encounter the worst situation.

Then Riven looked at the old woman and her last daughter, and couldn't help but ask: "Madam, how have you been in the past two years?"

"Okay, not bad." The old woman nodded.

A husband, two sons, and a daughter died in just a few years. Logically speaking, it would be impossible to live a good life no matter what.

But her tone was serious, and it really didn't seem like she was dealing with the polite words of a leader's home visit.

Because it was precisely the sacrifice of her husband and children that allowed her to live a "good life":

"Although there was a delay, the settlement allowance and pension for my husband and children were finally paid. With this money, I bought a lot of land when Mr. Kawa escaped. Now I can hire people to farm the land. No more work on my own.”

"Furthermore, the food collection officer knows that my husband is a veteran for more than ten years and that my family is a military family in the empire, so the food he asks for from me is less than that from other families..."

"So although the past two years have been tense, I can manage to get by."

The old woman was holding her little daughter in her arms and talking nonchalantly.

After hearing this, Riwen asked with concern: "Your husband was a soldier more than ten years ago?"

"Yes." The old woman nodded.

"Then I should know him!" Riven said with emotion.

When she was a child, she knew that there was an uncle in the east end of the village who was born a serf. Not only did he become a free man by joining the army, but he also made a small fortune, married a wife, and owned his own land and house.

This story had a profound impact on Riven.

It was inspired by this counterattack story that she finally made up her mind to sign up for the army and try to use her own power to change her destiny.

"I still remember the story that my uncle always told people..." Riven finally found some sense of intimacy as a wanderer returning home, and began to recall her childhood memories.

"It seems that he was...in Shurima or when he was fighting in Demacia...what achievements did he make? Did he bring back a gold bracelet or a ring from the battlefield?"

"Ring, it's a ring!" The old woman's eyes seemed to light up.

She and Riven recalled the beautiful memories of those years: "That is the ring of a tribal noble in Shurima, and there are more than one!"

"My husband was the first to rush into the camp and cut off the barbarian's hand with a knife. In order to reward his bravery, the superior rewarded him with this severed hand."

"Did you know? There are five rings on that severed hand!" the old woman said excitedly.

"My husband was so excited that he was completely stunned. As a result, he couldn't get the ring off his finger after trying hard for a long time."

"Everyone was laughing at him. The officer also joked, 'If you can't deal with the Shuriman's severed hand, why don't you even take the ring?' So he just chopped the hand into pieces and cut it from the pile. I took out the ring from the meat..."

"It is because of these rings that we have fields, real estate, children, and our own home..." the old woman told with a tender look.

Recalling the good times in the past, she seemed to be alive.

It's better to be in the past.

Although there were frequent wars at that time, the war left such a beautiful impression on the Noxians.

At that time, the Noxus Empire was always winning battles, destroying a country today and slaughtering a city tomorrow, and its pace never stopped.

At that time, the Noxians were still trying their best to get into the army. To become a soldier, you had to rely on competition and robbery.

"At that time, every time my husband went on an expedition with the army, he would bring back many, many good things."

"And now..."

Let alone the loot now, no one can come back.

Noxus has suffered a series of defeats in recent years.

Her husband and children were all dead.

"Well..." As if noticing that she might have complained too much, the old woman's words stopped abruptly.

"It's okay." Marit was very tolerant this time.

She said to the old woman: "Madam, your husband and children are heroes of the Empire. Their sacrifices will not be in vain."

"It may be difficult in the past two years, but I believe that everything will get better in the future. As long as we..."

"Kill all the Demacians!" Before Marit could finish speaking, a childish voice suddenly sounded.

The person who spoke turned out to be the old woman's little daughter, the little girl who had been hiding in her mother's arms and was no more than 7 or 8 years old.

"What...what did you say?" Riven and Marit were stunned for a moment.

"Just kill all the Demacians!" the little girl said in a coquettish voice: "My brothers and sisters all said that the land of Demacians is much more fertile than Triwell. Just kill these barbaric people." Clear out all the people, and we won’t have to go hungry anymore!”

Marit was silent for a while, and then smiled in surprise: "Yes, good boy! You are right!"

"We must not only clear out the Demacians, but also the Shurima, Ionians, and Freljords - every inch of land under the sun should belong to the great Noxus!"

"Runeterra is a gift from God to Noxus."

"Those weak ones are not worthy of occupying such a vast land. Only by annihilating, annexing, and conquering them all can we fight for the living space that belongs to us Noxians!"

"For Noxus!" Marit shouted emotionally.

"For Noxus!" the little girl also shouted.

But children will be children after all.

After she made everyone happy with her few words, she asked an inappropriate question: "Sister, when will we, Noxus, defeat Demacia?"

"This..." Of course Marit would not show shyness in front of her children.

She held the rune sword inlaid with magic gems and said confidently:

"The previous defeat is only temporary. The empire is already gathering strength and preparing the next wave of all-out offensive against Demacia."

"Believe me, sister, as long as the empire launches an attack, everything will be fine!"

"Yeah!" The little girl didn't understand anything, she just jumped up and down excitedly.

Riven listened quietly on the side, but her expression was very subtle.

She knows things on the front line better than anyone else.

In the past, the imperial army followed an elite route, aiming to attract strong men to join the army with high welfare benefits.

After all, a set of Noxian soldiers' standard armor, plus various individual equipment such as helmets, swords, and battle axes, would weigh less than 200 kilograms in total.

If you are not physically strong, you are not even qualified to serve as a soldier in Noxus.

But now, as the war protracts and personnel losses become increasingly serious, Riven, who has been fighting on the front line all year round, is shocked to find that the quality of the imperial army is declining at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After several years of fierce fighting, Noxus has even begun to recruit orphans, serfs, and homeless people who are not physically qualified to join the army.

And he doesn’t even train very much. Forget about armor, just send out a weapon and send it directly to the battlefield to fill in the lines.

The result is that the more we fight, the weaker we get, and the weaker we get, the more we fight, almost falling into an endless cycle.

Yes, Demacians have been put through a lot in recent years. But how could Noxus be any better?

"With this empire now..." Riven couldn't help but think: "If we continue to fight..."

"Is it really going to get better?"