LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Riven and Marit chatted with the old woman for a long time. After learning that her living conditions were actually quite good, they said goodbye to her with peace of mind, opened the door and left.

Outside the door were villagers waiting quietly.

Marit said that they should welcome Master Riven. They didn't dare to disperse, so they kept waiting here respectfully.

Riven's childhood friend, the farmer Crete, was also standing among these people.

"Ona's remains have been delivered." Marit asked her at this time: "Should we go back now, or stay in your hometown for a while?"

"Do you have any friends you want to see again?"

"..." Riwen was silent.

She glanced at Crete in the crowd.

Crete immediately lowered his head, bent his spine, and greeted her humbly. He didn't dare to look at her, as if he was afraid of offending.

So Riven said, "I don't have any friends to see."

She had friends back home, lots of them. But it seems there is no need to see each other again.

"That's fine." Marit smiled and said, "You are a little lion who grew up in a doghouse. When a lion grows up, it doesn't need to be friends with dogs."

She patted Riven's arm again and said affectionately: "We are your friends now."

"Yeah." Riwen felt a lot relieved.

Maybe she really was a lion born in the wrong place. The lion should return to the pride and stop lingering in the kennel.

"Let's go." She jumped onto the dragon lizard, and Marit also turned over and mounted the magic bird.

The two of them walked around the village twice, strolled outside the small shabby house where Riven lived, sighed a few words about life, told a few jokes, and then drove away slowly in their car.

The villagers followed them cautiously, like puppies following their masters.

The group of people walked to the entrance of the village and set foot on the dirt road back to the military camp. However, Riwen inexplicably made the dragon lizard stop and look at the vast fields outside the village.

"What's wrong?" Marit asked.

The villagers shrank even more nervously.

"The fields over there..." Riwen stood on the high hillside at the entrance of the village, looking at the fields in the distance.

That field was the place where she had worked hard.

I didn't notice it when I arrived. But now, standing on a high ground, she looked around and realized that the vast fields far away from the village were abandoned.

Weeds have taken over a large area of ​​land, and small trees have grown where food originally grew.

When Riven was a child, she was driven away by the landowner's thugs with whips. The fertile fields that were cultivated with hoe after hoe turned into wasteland again.

A closer look shows that compared to the past, a large area of ​​land in the village has been abandoned, with only half of it still being cultivated.

"Don't you plant those fields?" Riwen was surprised.

"No more planting," the villagers said.

"Why?" Riwen was puzzled: "Didn't Master Kawa escape? Now this is your field."

When she was a child and worked for the landlord, she had to work for free in the landlord's public fields every day, and then she could go back to plant her own land.

In the end, most of the grain produced in the fields was used to pay rent to Master Kawa.

Therefore, Riven dreamed of owning her own field at that time.

The other serfs must have thought so too.

But now that Master Kawa is gone and the fields are divided, they actually let such good fields lie idle?

"Well..." the villagers replied: "Master Riwen, you don't know..."

“Master Kawa gave us half-sold and half-given land, but before he escaped, in order to take more money with him, he sold the donkeys, horses, cows, and various farm tools that worked on the farm at a low price. "

But the serfs had no money to begin with, and they had nothing after buying the land. You may even owe your creditors a lot.

"Only a good family like Ona, with someone in the family serving as a soldier and with spare money, can afford farm tools and livestock."

"As for the many remaining cows and horses, Mr. Kawa was not kind enough to give them to us. Instead, he sold them to the slaughterhouse at a low price."

"We have nothing left except hoes, and we can't even plant the fields..."

Noxus has a vast territory, and its population is very sparse compared to the land due to years of war consumption.

Therefore, in Trewell, even the former serfs each rented dozens of acres of land from the landlord on average.

Now that Master Kawa has run away, the large public land he left behind has also been divided along with the allotments. The serfs have become free men and have even more land in their hands.

But there are fields but no cattle, and there are people without farm tools. So many fields cannot be cultivated.

"After we divided the fields, many people couldn't afford cattle, horses, or farm tools."

"Moreover, no one in the village can afford the fertilizers that Mr. Kava used to import from Zaun. Now no one in the village can afford them. The steam tractors imported from Pi City are worn out and no one can repair them. Buy new ones..."

These newly liberated serfs are all poor and cannot afford farm tools. How can they afford a tractor?

"So this land...the more it is planted, the more it becomes barren, and the more it is planted, the less food it produces."

"Many people also incurred debts because they bought land. They couldn't farm the land and couldn't repay the debt, so they simply abandoned the land and went to the city to make a living."

"This..." Riven became more and more confused as she listened.

It should be a good thing that the landlord ran away. How come after the landlord ran away, the farmers who were assigned the fields also ran away one by one?

"Actually, even if this is the case, we will get over it after a while."

"After all, these fields already belong to us. Plant the land that can be cultivated first, cultivate slowly and save money. Sooner or later we will be able to afford cattle and horses, farm tools and fertilizers."

"but..."

The villagers poured out their bitterness, but stopped abruptly in fear.

But Riven knew what they were going to say: "Is it because of the food collection team?"

These villagers already lacked capital and production tools, which led to a decline in productivity.

The Noxian grain collection team also went to the countryside from time to time to "communicate" and plundered all the surplus grain they had worked hard to accumulate.

As a result, the serfs were fortunately liberated into small farmers, but before they were happy for a long time, they went bankrupt and became refugees.

"Alas..." Riven sighed secretly.

The situation in the village now is simply more difficult than when she left.

She indeed no longer belongs here. But seeing her hometown become like this, she still felt very complicated.

"Let's do this." Marit also saw Riven's confusion.

For the first time, she put aside the Noxian hierarchy and magnanimously offered help to these weaklings:

"For the sake of you being fellow Riven folk...I can say hello to the war group and ask you all to become soldiers."

"You can become honorable Noxian warriors if you choose."

"Huh?" The villagers were slightly stunned.

Then they all looked embarrassed and frightened and said, "Thank you, sir... No, no need... we are doing quite well in farming."

"You are not willing to serve as soldiers if you are given the opportunity?" Marit raised an eyebrow.

She subconsciously felt that they were ungrateful, and then she suddenly realized...

Yes, the imperial army now is no longer the imperial army ten years ago.

In the past, the imperial army used high welfare benefits to attract strong men to join the army, but now it has begun to forcibly recruit civilians without setting any threshold.

Being a soldier has changed from a benefit that needs to be fought for to a burden that people avoid.

The villagers also knew that they were too weak to wear the standard equipment of Noxian soldiers. Even if he joins the army, he will probably only be assigned to a cannon fodder unit that will consume him and lead him to death.

"Don't worry." Then Marit added: "I won't let you be cannon fodder."

"You can join the scientific firearms unit of our chapter. The physical requirements for soldiers there are also very low."

She emphasized to the villagers that she was giving them the opportunity to become regular soldiers.

The kind of regular army that everyone envies, with high salary, housing allowance and pension.

But only a few of the villagers seemed interested, and most of them were still hesitant.

"No... no need." Some people even declined politely.

"Why?!" Marit was really angry.

"Because..." the villagers said bravely: "In recent years, no matter which army Triwell joined as soldiers, almost none of them came back alive..."

"That is to say..." Marit was very disdainful: "Are you afraid of death?"

Everyone was silent.

They are indeed afraid of death.

The Noxian Empire's army is now like a large meat grinder, constantly devouring new flesh and blood that enters it. Who is not afraid?

"Cowards!" Marit commented coldly: "It is because you are afraid of death and you are afraid of fighting that you will always be weak."

"Look, look at your pathetic appearance - you would rather live in this barren countryside than go to the battlefield to fight for wealth in life!"

"Oh, you really deserve to be stuck in the mud for the rest of your life!"

Marit looked at them insultingly.

But they just buried their heads deeper and bowed their waists lower.

"Since you are Noxians, you should pick up the war blade to fight, conquer, and enslave!"

"What's the little food that the food collection team took away? Demacia, Ionia, and Shurima still have a lot of food, wine and meat, waiting for you to enjoy it!"

"..." This passionate slogan also failed to inspire everyone's courage to join the army.

The villagers still stood there submissively, silently.

"Forget it, Marit." Riven stopped her angry friend: "Let's go."

"Yeah." Marit finally lost her temper and turned back her cold face.

And at this moment, just when they were about to leave officially...

On the rural dirt road in the distance, a fast horse flew up, and sitting on it was a Noxian soldier wearing eye-catching red armor.

"Is that...the messenger of the battle group?"

Riven and Marit looked at each other, their expressions turning serious.

The messenger came here in a hurry? Could it be that there were changes on the front line and a large-scale war broke out, requiring their battle group to fight?

"Commander of Riven Corps! Deputy Commander of Marit Corps!"

At this time, I saw the messenger flying forward on horseback and shouting:

"General Amystan has given an order to summon all the sergeants of the regiment to regroup, board the ship at Trevel Port, and move to Piltover!"

"Piltover?" Marit was stunned: "No matter where the war front is, it's at least a thousand kilometers away, right?"

"Why was our battle group transferred there?"

I heard the messenger loudly explain: "Piltwurf and the Empire have recently signed a security agreement. From now on, our battle group will be the Empire's permanent dispatch force stationed in Piltover."

"Huh?" Marit tried hard to digest the news: "Going to Piltover to stay? Who should I deal with?"

"To deal with those rookies in the Twin Cities who can only use firearms? Just for this, we need to dispatch our entire battle group? Also includes our Rune Swordsman Legion?"

Let alone mobilizing an entire battle group, Riven should be able to clear the twin cities by herself, right?

Marit thought disdainfully.

"I'm not sure..." the messenger said, "Anyway, this is General Amystan's order."

And they were talking like this...

When the villagers heard the news, they began to discuss:

"Piltover? Isn't that the place where Mr. Cava escaped? I heard that he spent all his money and relied on many connections to barely get the legal status of Piltover..."

"Yes! It is a civilized and progressive city in Runeterra. I heard that even the poor at the bottom of the city have meat to eat every day, electricity, and apartments to live in. Their lives are more comfortable than Master Kawa. ..”

"Tsk tsk...where have the imperial troops fought? Isn't Mr. Pi Cheng very good at fighting?"

"You can beat the shit!" A knowledgeable villager said: "The people of Piltover are just a bunch of kids who can't even lift a hoe. The empire didn't hit there before, it was just too lazy to fight."

"Not to mention the soldiers of the empire, those pampered guys can't even be defeated by farmers like us from Noxus."

"Really?" Some people didn't believe it.

"Of course! No matter how weak we are, we are still Noxians. Even if we cannot compare with the warriors of Demacia and the natives of Shurima, how can we be weaker than the cowards of Piltover?"

"Look at it now, isn't Master Riven's battle group going to be defeated?"

"What does little Piltover mean to us in front of the armies of Noxus?"

As the discussion continued, the atmosphere gradually changed.

They began to fear war and became keen to discuss war, discussing the strength of Noxus and the weakness of Piltover.

Discuss how wealthy the people of Piltover are and how weak they are.

In Noxus, if a person is both weak and wealthy, then he is not a human being, but a talking public purse.

"You said, if we can follow the imperial army to Piltover..."

"Can I eat meat every day, drink wine, make a fortune from wars like Ona's father, and buy a house and land when I come back?"

"Tch! What about Papa Ona..." Someone else retorted: "Master Kawa went to Pi City because he lost all his money. As long as we go there, we are already 'masters'."

"..." The villagers were engaged in discussion and thinking.

Unknowingly, they raised their heads, straightened their chests, and straightened their waists and spines.

Like a person who finally stood up, more like a beast stretching its body after waking up.

Everyone seemed to have figured it out, and then...

Riven's childhood playmate, Crete, who didn't even dare to look at her face before, now ran out excitedly regardless of the bloody wound on his shoulder, and knelt down in front of her dragon lizard:

"Master Riven, Master Marit——"

"I-I'm willing to fight for Noxus!"