LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

"You..." Tam was shocked:

"You're a fucking genius!"

Yeah, why didn't he think of...

There is no need to cultivate delicacies anymore, in the leader's association, there is his favorite kind of delicious food, which is born naturally!

Not to mention that Li Wei took the initiative to invite him over for dinner.

Even if Li Wei didn't want him to come over, after thinking about it, he would take the initiative to help clean the door... no, clean the dining table.

"Okay, I agree!"

The devil readily agreed to the deal with Li Wei:

"I can be a consultant to the Association of Leaders... But at most, I can help you a little at critical moments. Don't expect to use me as a thug."

He also cleverly added an additional condition.

"No problem." Li Wei also agreed very readily.

Everyone has come back to flicker, isn't it easy to try to fudge him to contribute at the "critical moment"?

"But I also have a condition."

Li Wei also attached a condition.

"You can only eat traitors who have been judged, who have proven their crimes and who have committed the most heinous crimes."

"You can't use magic to amplify their desires by fishing for law enforcement like you lured Lena and Jinx."

"That won't work," said the demon. "At least Lena can't—she still owes me money. She can't resist my temptation. That's her own problem, not mine."

"That's good..." Li Wei took a look at his younger sister who was full of confidence, and then took a step back.

"But you can only use this kind of magic on Lina in the future, and you can't use it on other leaders like you lured Jinx."

"Yes!" Lina also nodded heavily: "Devil, you are not allowed to seduce my sister again and make her do those strange things!"

Tam: "..."

The demon was silent for a while:

"I didn't even seduce her, motherfucker!"

...................

The Bilgewater affair quickly came to an end.

The perspective shifts back to Piltover, a few days later.

On Piltover's various shopping streets, there is a workshop belonging to the famous clockwork technology expert and inventor Colin Levik.

Mr Colin has a lovely daughter, Orianna, with beautiful blond hair.

Orianna is gentle and kind, eager to learn and love to ask questions. She usually works as an apprentice in her father's workshop, and her performance has always satisfied her colleagues, customers and her shopkeeper father.

Lately, Orianna has been a headache for her father.

Because she is too gentle and kind, and she is eager to learn and ask questions.

Kindness means she sympathizes with the poor, even Zaunites.

Being eager to learn means that she can understand the theories of leaders.

Asking questions means that she has a strong thirst for knowledge and does not blindly obey authority.

then...

"Oh my God—"

On this day, Mr. Colin came back to the store from the outside, and soon realized that something was wrong.

Because Orianna was standing in front of the counter at this time, wearing headphones intoxicated, as if she was enjoying some wonderful music.

But as soon as she saw her father push the door back, she immediately trembled instinctively like a frightened little rabbit.

Noticing his daughter's small movements, Mr. Colin's face turned green.

"Orianna, are you secretly listening to Seraphine's music again?"

He walked quickly behind the counter and snatched Orianna's barely concealed Walkman.

When I opened it, I found a cassette inside: "Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Seraphine."

"Seraphine, it's Seraphine again! Didn't I tell you all, her music can no longer be heard!" Mr. Colin was anxious and annoyed.

"But it's just a very common song...it has nothing to do with politics." Orianna muttered angrily.

"You!" Mr. Colin turned pale with anger.

The music has nothing to do with politics, but the composer has it.

Seraphine, as the official girlfriend of the president Li Wei, is the leader of the most outstanding and influential political propagandists, and now she has already ranked fourth in the "Zuan General Record" released by Picheng. The status is second only to Li Wei, Victor, and Mel, the three "bandit leaders" of the Leaders Association.

The composer has become a "bandit leader", so can this song have nothing to do with politics?

If you think about it, you will know that this "Symphony No. 5 in C Minor" is also called "Symphony of Fate".

So here comes the question... What does the so-called rough fate refer to?

Is this "choke" a metaphor, or a statement, calling on everyone to do something?

So... because the composer is Seraphine, who is the leader, this song, which was originally widely praised by the music circle in Piltover, became a banned song in Piltover overnight.

"Are you trying to kill yourself, Orianna?" Colin angrily taught his daughter: "Let the law enforcement officer know that you still hide this kind of tape, and our whole family will have to be sent to Stillwater Prison!"

"I..." Orianna knew her father's worry.

She finally gave in: "I see."

"It's good to know." Colin snatched the tape carefully hidden by his daughter and stuffed it in his pocket.

Then he asked worriedly: "The manuals, newspapers, and books of the leaders you collected in the past should all be burned?"

"It's all burned." Orianna muttered in a low voice.

"It's really gone?" Colin was a little disbelieving.

"No more..." Then there was a suffocating silence.

Finally, Orianna couldn't help asking her father: "Dad, why don't we move to Zaun?"

"What?" Mr. Colin was stunned for a while.

Then he realized: "Are you crazy? Zaun? Who would go to a place like that?"

I have only heard of people from Zaun smuggling into Picheng, but I have never heard of any people from Picheng running to Zaun.

Not to mention, he is still a small workshop owner and a wealthy businessman.

"Do you know how leaders treat small workshop owners like us?"

"They'll take all of our possessions like bandits, and send us to those savage Zaunites for their humiliation and pleasure, before hanging us from street lamps like dried fish."

said Mr Colin in the tone of telling a ghost story.

"No, you read too much of the Piltover Daily, and you were deceived by those fake news." Orianna retorted: "The leader will only take action against the big business owners and alchemy barons who have really committed evil deeds." Violence."

"Small handicraft workshops like ours are still allowed to exist in the leader's base."

"Especially you, father, you are an expert in clockwork technology and an inventor. And the Association of Leaders needs technological talents the most. We will only get warm hospitality from leaders in Zaun, and there will be no Danger."

"..." Hearing these subversive words, Colin couldn't help being stunned.

He immediately asked in shock: "Orianna... how do you know about the policy of the leader's base?"

"Don't you still have contact with their people?!"

When the Headquarters of the Windleader Association was still in Piltover, Orianna had already come into contact with Janna's thoughts through several publicity meetings, and also met many official members of the Windleader and Windchaser.

At that time, she recognized the theory of the leader, and after in-depth thinking and study, she even wrote the application for membership.

It's a pity that the leader of the wind just happened to transfer to Zaun, the army of Noxus settled in, Piltover and the Association of the Leader of the Wind broke completely, and she was left in Piltover, and she failed to become a member of the Association of the Windchaser as she wished. a member.

Orianna considers this a pity.

But her father, Mr. Colin, felt that this was a blessing in misfortune.

Fortunately, Orianna failed to join the association, so their family could break away from the leader in time and survive the anti-Gana wave that swept across the city.

But now...

"You won't have anything to do with them again?" Colin asked worriedly.

"No." Orianna replied hesitantly, "It's just... Dad, didn't you buy a radio recently?"

Under Levi's creative guidance, Victor quickly figured out the principles of radio technology, and tried to create the first radar, radio station, and radio in Runeterra.

Radar and radio stations are for military use, and radio is for civilian use.

But the leader did not rely on this radio to make money, but shared this technology with the seedlings in Piltover for free.

Seeing that it was profitable, Pichengzi Benzeneists introduced this technology without any scruples, and according to the expectations of the leaders, they took the initiative to promote the radio to the people.

But what they didn't expect was...

Or they thought about it, but still pretended not to know in order to make money...

The leader set up a high-power radio tower in Zaun and established a radio station called "Voice of Zaun".

Now unless the Piltover Seeds confiscated all the radios they sold themselves, the leader's voice could be broadcast directly to the radios of every household in Piltover.

"I heard the policies of the leaders from the radio," Orianna said.

"You—" the old father choked so hard that he couldn't speak.

In the end, he could only say helplessly, "You hand over the radio too!"

"I don't." Orianna was very stubborn this time: "Father, don't you think about it seriously?"

"Now that Piltover has been made a mess by Senator Camille and Noxian soldiers, Zaun is flourishing under the leadership of leaders."

"I think even if we don't flee to Zaun, Piltover will become 'Zuan' sooner or later!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mr. Colin strongly disagreed.

Will Piltover become "Zuan"? This is simply a big joke!

Looking at the determined expression on his daughter's face, he could only sigh helplessly: "Oh... I shouldn't have let you run around and attend some promotional meeting."

"Orianna, you have been brainwashed by those leaders!"

"You should learn to think independently—think about it, if Zaun is really so promising, why are those Zaun people still relying on our Picheng and refusing to go back?"

"That's only temporary!" Orianna said.

"They stay in Piltover because they are only pursuing the superior material conditions of Piltover. They don't love Piltover at all, nor do they love the so-called Piltover system. They are not political vanes, but ordinary people who want to live a good life. .”

"The choices of these people can only represent the present, not the future."

"If Zaun can develop better than Piltover in the future, I think they will return to Zaun without hesitation."

"Just kidding!" Mr. Colin didn't listen at all.

He only felt that his daughter had been brainwashed into madness, completely unreasonable.

He believes that what she said is fundamentally untenable. Because Zaun couldn't develop better than Piltover. Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

"The people of Zaun are not creative at all."

"Apart from stealing our technology from Piltover, taking away the jobs of Piltover workers with worthless manpower, and producing alchemy products that we don't like by polluting the environment, they have almost no other means of making money."

"How can such a rigid, poor and backward city-state surpass Piltover?" Mr. Colin said disdainfully.

"But they also have geniuses like Professor Victor, and inventions like walkmans and radios." Orianna pointed out.

"Victor was trained by our Piltover University. Walkmans and radios are just gadgets, what's the use?"

Orianna: "Radios are no small thing. Father, you're a scientist too, and you should be able to see the great potential behind this technology."

"That's not a cutting-edge technology. If we really want to research it, we in Piltover can research it in a few days."

"..."

"Oh..." Orianna hesitated to speak.

One of them has read too much "Piltown Daily", and the other is used to listening to "Voice of Zaun".

Although they are biological father and daughter, they talk like chickens and ducks, and no one can convince the other.

"The small property owners are naturally content with the status quo. Unless something happens that endangers their vital interests, they will not take the initiative to seek changes..."

Suddenly, Orianna thought of the theory in the pamphlet.

Yes, it's useless to talk about the leader's principles with a rich man like her father.

He must make him feel that his interests have been damaged before he will start to reflect.

But her father is a great inventor, the owner of a small workshop, and a native of Picheng. Even though Zaan immigrants and the life of the bottom of Picheng have been affected a lot because of the confrontation between the two cities, he is also because of his clean identity. And rich and almost untouched.

"What about...the Noxians?"

"Do you even agree with the entry of the Noxus army into Piltover?" Orianna asked.

Although the Noxus army had only entered Piltover not long ago, those arrogant and domineering Noxus soldiers who had broken military discipline had already caused a lot of anger and grievances in Piltover.

Even the commercial street in front of Colin's store, the once bustling and peaceful city center of Piltover, is now often harassed by those unscrupulous Noxus soldiers.

For a while, everyone avoided the Noxians like a plague god, and even the traffic on the street decreased a lot.

"This..." After all, this matter touched Colin's vital interests.

"Isn't it to blame those leaders?" The interests are touched. But it has not touched the fundamental interests.

So Mr. Colin put aside the evil deeds of the Noxians, and only taught his daughter:

"If it wasn't for those leaders clamoring for 'bloodbath', how could Senator Camille invite the Noxus to garrison?"

"Besides, these Noxians are here to protect us, after all."

"They are our bodyguards, our allies... we can't just kick out our allies just because a few Noxian soldiers behaved out of line?"

Orianna: "..."

She is speechless.

Her father felt that she had been brainwashed by leaders.

Now she also felt that her father had been brainwashed by the Pilt City Daily.

"You really think...the Noxians are Piltover's bodyguards, not their masters?"

"Of course..." Mr. Colin was about to reply.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy and messy footsteps outside the store.

A few drunken Noxus soldiers were crossing the street with their shoulders crossed, staggering to and fro.

When passing by, someone glanced into the store through the glass door.

Then he immediately patted his companion on the shoulder excitedly:

"Hey! K, Crete, look—"

"A pretty girl like a flower~"