LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Crete was the same townsman who joined the army with Riven.

Although he had only just walked out of Triwell's countryside, at this moment, he had completely accepted, adapted to, and was grateful and proud of his status as a soldier of the Noxus Empire.

Noxus soldiers, no matter where they are, are superior.

Especially those lucky ones stationed in Piltover.

You don't have to fight hard at ordinary times, you just need to clock in and train on time. There are salaries, subsidies, and rest days, just like going to work.

The most important thing is that Piltover is extremely rich, not to mention that the military officers and gentlemen all made a fortune after they came, and even these low-level top soldiers followed suit to live a good life of petty bourgeoisie in Piltover.

He didn't even bother to touch the canned meat that he used to look at as a treasure. If you can't finish eating, just throw it outside the barracks, and let those poor apprentices pick it up and eat it. It doesn't bother me at all.

Anyway, in the military camp in Picheng, the precious food that he had worked so hard to harvest for a year before was like falling from the sky, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

"It's great to be a soldier..."

Crete drunkenly recalled the happy life these days.

Who would have thought that less than two months ago, he was still working hard in the countryside farming the land, dodging in front of the grain requisition team like a mouse... Now he is wearing that mighty and handsome red and black armor, walking around What about the streets of Piltover?

These days are about to catch up with Master Kawa... No, Master Kawa is not living like him now, okay!

"Hahahaha." Crete laughed in his heart.

And his comrade-in-arms, also his team leader, a veteran soldier, interrupted his imagination with his same drunken voice:

"Crit, why are you in a daze? Asking you something?"

"Huh?" Crete responded.

A few of them came out to drink together. After drinking, they wandered the street together, bragging about the wind and bragging.

Just now everyone seemed to be chatting about something interesting, but he was a little drunk, so he was alone.

So Crete asked, "Captain, what were you talking about just now?"

"Haha." A wretched smile appeared on the corner of the veteran's mouth.

He belched a full wine: "Recruit, we're talking...are you still a baby~"

"Hahahaha." There was a smirk.

Crete was very embarrassed.

Of course he understood what the old soldier meant by the "younger".

After all, when they were farming in the countryside, rough guys always liked to tell these vulgar jokes when they got together.

"Tell me, don't you?" The veterans looked at him with a big laugh.

Seeing his embarrassment, everyone laughed even harder: "No way, Crete? You are so old, it can't be true that you haven't even touched a woman?"

"I..." Crete blushed.

For some kind of strange self-esteem, he had no choice but to hold back all his strength, and answered bravely: "I, I am not a young child!"

But the veteran's expression became even weirder: "Oh, it seems that the rumor is true."

"What rumor?" Crete was puzzled.

"Hey hey." Everyone laughed: "Someone saw you entering the 'labor camp', and you came out in less than 2 minutes."

"If you're not Chu'er, then you must be an archmage who is proficient in time magic...hahahaha."

Crete: "..."

He was too embarrassed to speak.

Because the rumor is true.

It's just that he's not a time assassin, nor does he know how to use the barbarian king's ultimate move.

He was just... running away.

Because when he walked into the labor camp and saw the girl who was his turn in line, the girl was lying on the bed like a log, looking at him coldly with dead corpse-like blank eyes.

This made Crete couldn't help but think of the sister next door who was snatched away by the grain requisition team.

It also made him feel scared for no reason.

He was just a recruit after all. He hasn't had time to learn to do anything bad other than wasting food.

So Crete fled.

"Fast enough, brother!" The old soldier was still patting him on the shoulder, joking with him.

"Haha..." Crete didn't argue.

Because if the truth is told, the veterans will definitely look down on him even more.

And when everyone saw that he was so honest, they stopped teasing him.

They began to chat about other topics, such as which girl in the labor camp was prettier and which girl was more popular.

This question naturally did not let Kriter go: "Hey, recruit, which one do you like?"

"Eh..." Crete thought for a while.

He said, "Number 48."

And the girls in the labor camp were stripped of their names, leaving only a serial number.

No. 48 is the girl he saw last time. She was the only girl he knew.

Although he had escaped at the time, somehow, that girl was always on his mind.

It feels...complicated.

However: "Oh, number 48~ you have a good eye."

"I've tried that girl a few times. She has a good figure and a pretty face, and..."

Veterans are there to describe the details as vividly as they write foodie reviews.

Other soldiers also echoed, expressing their experiences.

"..." Crete lost that thought all of a sudden.

He is crazy.

I had an idea for a toy.

"Unfortunately, that girl's skin is too rough." The veteran began to complain again: "The skin is dark and chapped, there are calluses on the hands, and there is always an earthy smell on her body..."

"Haha." Crete smiled a little forcedly this time.

He looked at his hands, which were also black and calloused.

In fact, the same is true for veterans. But they all grinned naturally, laughing at the country girls in the labor camp:

"You can tell by looking at them like that, they are not Picheng girls at all."

"It looks like the slaves that Old Picheng bought from Shurima and Ionia to deal with us big soldiers."

Some veterans complained like this.

"Yes, yes!" Everyone was quite dissatisfied.

They were all thinking, "If only I could sleep with those real Piltover girls."

"Look at those Picheng girls, all of them are delicate and tender, they can sing, dance, read and write... Tsk tsk, they are just like the noble ladies from our hometown."

Crete didn't dare to think so.

A free labor camp is already a good thing for him that he never even dared to think about before.

Miss Picheng, how can a muddy leg like him touch it?

"Why don't we go grab one on the street and take it home to taste the taste." Kriter was still thinking about it, and the old soldier drunkenly said something more dangerous.

This made Crete a little scared: "No, it's not good..."

"It's been said in the past two days that Piltover is now Lord Amistan's territory, and we are told not to go too far, and pay attention...how does that word say..."

"Civilization, yes, pay attention to civilization."

"Go to Nima's civilization!" The veteran dismissed him: "When I was fighting in Demacia, I always slept with whoever I wanted. Just these old Picheng who are so hard to kill chickens, why do I spoil him? "

"But..." Crete still hesitated.

"Don't worry!" the old soldier said, "No matter how much we do, those Piltover law enforcement officers will have nothing to do with us."

"The laws of Piltover have nothing to do with us, only our own military court can punish our 'crimes'."

"It's a big deal for us, let the military law punish it..."

According to the military law of Noxus, this kind of crime of robbing civilian women...is nothing.

Slaughtering cities and destroying countries is commonplace, stealing a woman... It's such a trivial matter, to put it bluntly, what is it enough for?

Thinking of this in their hearts, the veterans became more courageous.

Like wolves looking for prey, they walked on the street in groups, staring around with blood-red eyes.

Crete felt a little guilty.

Because this commercial street is too busy. He felt that anyone on the street might be a master that he had never dared to provoke before.

Is it really okay to snatch women in this kind of place?

"Hey Crete!"

Suddenly, the veteran patted him on the shoulder excitedly:

"Look - a beautiful girl like a flower~"

Crete turned his head and saw a beautiful girl with a young face, a curvaceous figure and an elegant temperament standing in a shop called "Colin Clockwork Workshop".

Standard urban beauty.

It was the rich young lady that he didn't even dare to look at before.

"Hmm..." Crete swallowed subconsciously.

"Let's go! Hahaha..." The veteran pushed him from behind, and pushed him to the front unexpectedly: "This time I will take care of you, a newcomer, and let you taste the soup first!"

"I..." Kriter still couldn't accept such kindness.

Because he is still nervous.

Looking at the luxuriously decorated wind-up doll workshop, he felt that this was not a place for a small person like him to run wild.

The girl was indeed beautiful. But so beautiful. He dare not approach.

But...

"Gentlemen..." Crete was still hesitating nervously.

Then I saw the owner of the store, the girl's father, Mr. Colin, running up to meet him in small steps:

"Please, may I ask... Do you need anything when you come to my shop?"

Mr. Colin was ingratiating.

Orianna hid nervously behind the counter, not daring to make a sound.

them...

"Are you afraid of me?" Crete was taken aback for a moment.

His heart was pounding.

His waist also unknowingly straightened.

Finally, Crete lowered his head and glanced at his red and black armor of the Noxus army.

Oh, it turned out that he was different.

"Sir, do you need anything?" Colin was still entertaining carefully.

Crete was already stroking his Noxus armor, proudly puffed out his chest:

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"The imperial army is doing business, and those who are sensible will get out of the way!"