LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Demacia's border town, Owendale.

"Hua Luo, just ahead." With the wings of this giant eagle named Hua Luo, Quinn soared freely in the sky of his hometown.

She is a child of a poor family in Owendale and the daughter of the village blacksmith.

But a few years ago, due to a bad accident, she formed a good relationship with the Bouvier family of Xiongdu. This changed her destiny.

On the one hand, it is the recommendation and sponsorship of the Bouvier family; on the other hand, thanks to her own talents and abilities, as well as the tacit following of her animal friend, the giant eagle Valor...

Quinn quickly grew from a village girl in a border town to a demacian warrior with outstanding achievements and strength.

Today, she is the right-hand general of Marshal Tiana Crownguard and the strongest ranger known as the "Wings of Demacia".

Quinn has spent the past few years faithfully serving her homeland, shining on the battlefields of the Freljordian barbarians and Noxian invaders.

But now, Noxus and Demacia have ceased fighting. The Freljord people in the north are said to have reached cooperation with the Crownguard family and will no longer raid south.

There was peace inside and outside the kingdom, and she finally had the opportunity to take leave from the army and return to her hometown to visit her parents.

"Hua Luo, let's land here." The outline of his hometown village has vaguely appeared in front of him.

Quinn specifically asked Valor to fold his wings and land outside the village so as not to appear too conspicuous.

Although her current strength and status are no longer what they used to be, she doesn't want to act like an officer in front of her hometown relatives.

So she temporarily released Hua Luo into the nearby mountains, letting this humane giant eagle hunt and rest on its own.

Quinn herself was wearing simple clothes, carrying the crossbow she carried from her hometown, and walked slowly towards the village along the all-too-familiar mountain village path.

"The village is still pretty much the same as when I left." Looking at the familiar scenery of the mountain village, Quinn felt very friendly.

"But..." She looked at the empty farmland in the valley: "Where has everyone gone?"

It's still broad daylight, and it's busy farming season. Why is there no one in the field?

Could it be that the wyvern invaded again and everyone hid in the cellar?

But when she flew all the way over, Hua Luo didn't detect the breath of the wyvern.

With these doubts and a hint of worry about his parents and fellow villagers, Quinn couldn't help but quietly speed up his pace.

And when she returned to the village, that ray of worry quickly disappeared:

Everyone is here.

They all gathered in the open space at the entrance of the village...

"Meeting?" Quinn looked at it from a distance with some confusion.

I saw that a simple podium had been set up in the open space at the entrance of the village.

The villagers gathered in front of the stage. Among them were her parents.

Although her parents stood far away from the crowd, wearing clean new clothes, they seemed out of place.

But the two of them, like other villagers, raised their heads with concentration and looked at the podium made of stones in front of them.

A one-armed man was standing on the pile of rocks, shouting something passionately to the villagers in the audience.

"This is...the butler sent by the lord?" Quinn instinctively thought so.

Her village is a tenant village, and almost all the people in the village are tenant farmers who have worked and cultivated the land for a certain lord for generations.

Except for the housekeeper sent by the lord to collect rent and negotiate interest rates, no one was free to hold meetings with the villagers.

So Quinn quietly moved closer.

She was not in a hurry to reunite with her parents, but wanted to hear what these lords were doing and what new tricks they were planning to play.

Although because of her popularity, the lord and his lackeys no longer dared to offend her family.

But those villagers are also friends and elders she has known since childhood. If the lord goes too far towards them, then Quinn will definitely not stand idly by.

With this mentality of fighting against injustice, she took a few big steps forward.

At this time, the one-armed "lord manager" shouted on the stage: "First, no matter who is responsible for the planting method or the means of production, the land rent will be reduced by one-fifth!"

"Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers burst into cheers.

"Huh?" Quinn was dumbfounded.

The lord is not here to increase the rent this time, but to reduce the rent for the tenants?

what's the situation? Why did that greedy old guy suddenly change his gender?

She was wondering if she was hallucinating, and then she heard the one-armed man continue to shout loudly: "Second, the money owner's interest income, the annual interest rate must not exceed 15%!"

"Okay!" The villagers cheered again.

The rent reduction and interest rate reduction made Quinn even more confused.

And the one-armed man continued: "Third, no prepayment of ground rent is allowed!"

"Fourth, any form of blackmail and unpaid labor is prohibited. When tenant farmers borrow grain from their lords during the spring famine, they are not allowed to discount the price after the harvest!"

"Fifth, all usury and other activities are prohibited; for old debts that are more than ten years old, creditors are not allowed to refuse the debtor's request to suspend interest and repay the principal!"

"Sixth, the sum of interest paid by long-term borrowers must not exceed the principal!"

"seventh..."

Reducing rents and interest rates, prohibiting usury, and fighting against extortion and unpaid labor... This series of policies to benefit the people made the villagers cheer.

Quinn became more and more confused as he listened.

Lord, is this crazy? Why did he suddenly become so kind?

And just when she was shocked and doubtful, someone from the villagers had already stood up and hesitantly asked the "chief steward" on the stage on behalf of everyone:

"Mr. Oren," the villagers called the one-armed man, "the policies you mentioned are very good."

"But...will the lord really agree?"

Quinn: "???"

Wait...this...isn't this person the lord's manager?

Then he is...

"Of course the Lord is not willing." At this time, Mr. Oren was heard laughing: "But as long as we at the Irwindale Farmers Association unite, we can make him willing."

"Is it really possible, Mr. Oren? We can't defeat the lord..."

"Don't worry! We are here! I will prove to everyone today that we are capable of protecting everyone, so that everyone can stand upright in front of the lord and say no loudly!"

"...."

The conversation continues.

But Quinn's scalp was already numb.

Good guy, he, they are...rebelling? !

She is a hero of Demacia. But the folks in her hometown actually formed an underground organization called the "Owendale Farmers' Association" and became bandits who violently resisted the lord?

"Oh my god..." Cold sweat broke out on Quinn's forehead.

She knew what fate would await her fellow villagers after this news spread.

And her parents...

correct! Her parents are here too!

"Dad! Mom!" Quinn almost couldn't help shouting on the spot.

Thinking of the serious consequences that this incident might bring to her family, she couldn't help but quietly quicken her pace, and using the cover of the lively atmosphere at the scene, she quietly dragged her parents out from the periphery of the crowd.

"Huh?" Her parents haven't reacted yet.

It was only after their daughter forcefully pulled them aside behind a big tree that they were surprised to recognize the visitor: "Quinn?"

"You're back? When did you..."

"Shh!" Quinn whispered to her parents, and then looked at the crowd over there warily.

Seeing that the villagers were still having a meeting and did not notice the movement here, she relaxed a little, then turned back to her parents and said: "Dad, Mom..."

"What are you doing here?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"What?" The old parents didn't realize why their daughter was so excited.

They looked at each other and then answered in a very natural tone: "Participate in the activities of the farmers' association..."

"Farmers' Association activities?" Looking at his innocent-looking parents, Quinn felt like he had high blood pressure.

She said bitterly: "What kind of peasant association activities... You are obviously doing... Oh!"

She finally became an officer. Her parents actually became gangsters.

"Dad, Mom..." Quinn said helplessly: "No matter how greedy and shameless the lord is, he is still a legal noble of the Kingdom of Demacia. How can you think of overthrowing the lord!"

"Huh?" Quinn's parents were stunned for a moment: "We didn't say we wanted to overthrow the lord... We just hope that the lord can show some kindness and reduce interest rates and rents for the folks in Owendale."

Yes, neither the villagers nor the leaders behind these movements want to overthrow the lord now.

The villagers have been tenant farmers for generations and cannot imagine life without the lord. Even if they are mobilized to resist, they now only dare to seek a certain degree of improvement.

The leader currently does not have enough grassroots power to lead a complete social change in Demacia.

They also need to maintain the old order without premature collapse, and of course not eliminate the lord class prematurely.

Therefore, the leader's choice was to send a small number of propagandist cadres into the Demacia countryside and organize the majority of German farmers to join the farmers' association.

On the one hand, the leaders mobilized everyone to fight for interest and rent reductions; on the other hand, they would continue to pay interest and rent to the lords for the time being.

In this way, the fundamental interests of the lords have not been completely shaken, the resistance will not be too fierce, and the world will not be in chaos.

At the same time, leaders can also use this campaign to fight for interest and rent reductions to initially exercise the struggle ability of Demacian farmers and awaken the class consciousness of the majority of serfs and tenant farmers;

And in the process of struggle, the Farmers Association was built into a cohesive and combative grassroots organization. On the one hand, the power of the leader can be penetrated into the grassroots of Demacia. On the other hand, more people can be mobilized from the grassroots of Demacia. Leaders, more comrades.

Anyway...

For the leaders of Demacia, this is a training exercise before the decisive battle.

For the noble landowners of Demacia, this is the last test before the "end of the world".

The leader will keep red and black accounts for them. Whoever is enlightened and progressive, and whoever is evil and reactionary, will eventually be dealt with fairly when the wind of change sweeps across this land.

Quinn's parents certainly didn't know these considerations.

But they also believed what Mr. Oren said: "This is just a moderate movement to fight for everyone's reasonable rights and interests."

"Gentle?" Quinn's face turned dark after hearing this.

They are asking for rent reduction and interest rate reduction, but are they still moderate?

"The lord is not a kind person. Even if you just ask for rent reduction and interest rate reduction, he will only regard it as banditry and chaos, and then..."

"It's okay." Quinn's parents said confidently: "Mr. Oren is the leader. He said that with the goddess Jana protecting us, the lord will definitely agree to our request."

"J-Goddess Janna? Wind leader?" Quinn was stunned for a moment.

Hex's Flying Gate, which leads directly to Zaun, stands outside the capital city. She had just returned from Xiongdu, so of course she knew who the leader was.

But what she didn't expect was that these leaders from thousands of miles away would actually penetrate into Owendale.

but. Since this was done by the leader, then...

So this exercise seems to be quite mild.

They didn't want to kill the lord this time, they just asked for a reduction in rent and interest... That was so gentle.

"No!" Quinn tried to dispel these distracting thoughts.

no! No matter how old the opponent is, how powerful the force is, or how feasible the movement is...

This is all a blatant rebellion against the lord and a threat to the peaceful order of Demacia!

They were Demacia's enemies, her enemies.

"Dad, Mom, how can you get together with these bad... these dangerous elements!" Quinn was helpless.

But her parents were still stubborn: "But Mr. Oren is a good person. A few days ago, the bipedal dragon attacked the village, and it was he who sacrificed an arm to save everyone from the dragon's mouth."

"I know he's a good guy!" Quinn already knew how good the leader was.

I don’t know if it’s because Tiana Crownguard Marshal is not taking strict precautions, or if King Jarvan has other considerations... Nowadays, Wind Leader’s brochures can be said to be distributed all over the streets in Xiongdu Military Camp.

Almost all German military officers now have a copy of "A Brief Account of Janna's Thoughts."

If she hadn't still been thinking about the Bouvier family's kindness to her and the appreciation of her Majesty Jarvan and Marshal Crownguard, she might have been "bewitched" by those Zaun people.

Quinn knew that the leaders were good people.

"But..." Looking at Mr. Oren's broken arm, Quinn was speechless again.

Thinking of the lord's greedy face, she couldn't blame the villagers for following the leader.

But Quinn still couldn't figure it out: "Dad, Mom, let's just let the villagers follow the leader and cause trouble. Why are you getting involved?"

"Didn't you receive the money I sent home in the past two years?"

In Demacia, if someone's family can produce a super warrior, it can change their fate in an instant, just like Fan Jin won the imperial examination.

And Quinn is not only a super warrior, but also a rising star in the army who is greatly appreciated by big nobles such as the Bouvier family and the Crownguard family.

Her family used to be very poor, but in recent years they have no shortage of money.

If Demacia's land resources were not so tight and the royal family rarely conferred new nobles, Quinn might have become a lord and have his own manor.

So, those poor tenants can just follow the leader...

"Why do you want to join this Owendale Farmers' Association?" Quinn was puzzled.

"Um...well..." the old parents replied with some embarrassment: "In the beginning, we just wanted to join the farmers' association to gain some advantages."

In the old Demacia, rural trade channels were completely monopolized by noble lords, gentry and wealthy merchants.

Consumption and shopping, selling agricultural products, and credit loans, German farmers are subject to exploitation in every step of their economic activities.

Now, here comes the leader.

"In the Owendale Farmers' Association Cooperative, we can buy farm tools, seeds, and even fertilizers and various daily necessities from Zaun at cheap prices."

“Leaders will also purchase agricultural products from villagers at fairer and more reasonable prices than those profiteers.”

"If a family is in urgent need of money, they no longer need to borrow unscrupulous loan sharks. The leader will provide low-interest loans to everyone in the farmers' association to help the villagers tide over the difficulties."

Quinn's parents went on and on about the many benefits of the Farmers' Association.

In fact, they joined the Owendale Farmers Association at the beginning just for the various affordable goods provided by the cooperative.

But then, they were messing around...

"Your mother and I feel..." The father said to his daughter, who was an officer, a little embarrassed: "What Mr. Oren said seems to make sense."

"It's not the lord who feeds us, it's us who feed the lord."

"It's not that we are in debt to the lord for generations, but that the lord has been sucking our blood with usury for generations."

Once these are understood, a simple class consciousness can be established.

"In the past, we couldn't defeat the lord. Even if we were so poor that we were about to starve to death, we could only endure it by ourselves."

"But now we have the Wind Leader and Goddess Janna supporting us, so why should everyone endure it?"

Quinn's father said this. Her mother also nodded secretly in agreement.

"This..." Quinn was speechless for a moment.

She couldn't argue with her parents' words.

Her parents were obviously rich for too short a time and not rich enough, so they had not had time to break away from their original identities.

They also regard themselves as ordinary members of the village and stand on the same side as the villagers and fellow villagers.

So...what about her?

How should she choose?

"..." Quinn struggled for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, Mom, come with me!"

"I'll pretend I didn't see what's going on here... and you guys should stop hanging out with these people."

After all, she couldn't betray the kingdom.

It was Demacia who gave her the opportunity to get ahead, and she must be loyal to Demacia and His Majesty Jarvan.

"This..." Her parents were still hesitating.

The old couple looked at the lively conference scene not far away, with a hint of eagerness in their eyes.

"Stop being ridiculous!" Quinn said a little angrily: "Yes, I know those leaders are very strong."

"But no matter how strong those leaders are, this is still the Kingdom of Demacia!"

"The main force of the Wind Leader is in Zu'an, thousands of miles away... If you follow them and cause trouble, if anything happens... Goddess Janna won't be able to save you in time!"

Quinn's concerns are justified. but...

"It's okay." Her parents were still very confident: "Mr. Oren said that Demacia's Wind Leader is actually very powerful. Even if there is any danger, the Wind Leader's warriors will arrive quickly. of."

"Do you believe what he said?" Quinn was so angry that her teeth started to itch.

This group of leaders encouraged the villagers to rise up against the lords, but they only sent the so-called Mr. Oren.

And the warriors of the Wind Leader... Where are the warriors of the Wind Leader?

"Over there!" Suddenly, Quinn's parents looked to the sky excitedly.

The villagers not far away also stopped talking and looked up at the sky with excitement.

"W-what?" Quinn looked at him in shock.

I saw that above the horizon, there was actually a mighty team flying towards here.

This team is estimated to have several hundred people, and everyone can fly, and they can fly very fast...

This means that this is a team composed entirely of extraordinary strong men, a mage army with terrifying combat power.

"What's going on?" Quinn was shocked and immediately became nervous again.

Hundreds of extraordinary powerful men are more than enough to capture cities and territories.

Is it necessary to deal with such a grand ostentation against a small lord in a border town?

"He...what are they doing here?" Quinn asked hurriedly. She was very worried that the leader had secretly organized such a powerful extraordinary force on the German border, and had some more terrifying purpose.

Unexpectedly, her parents said, "They came here... to show us."

Yes. These extraordinary strong men appeared together just to show off to these tenant farmers.

Because of the absolute disparity in force between people in the extraordinary world, the spirit of resistance has almost completely disappeared from the DNA of mortals.

Therefore, if leaders want to mobilize German farmers, it is not enough to rely solely on farmers' associations to provide material benefits and do ideological work.

Even if the farmers are willing to believe in the power of the goddess Janna, they will involuntarily have the same worries as Quinn:

"You Wind Leaders are all far away in Zu'an. If any danger does occur, will Goddess Jana really have time to save everyone?"

In this regard, the answer given by the leader is: "We are not far away in Zaun. We are in Demacia, right next to you."

In order to prove this to the majority of German farmers, the German branch of Leaders specially organized this massive armed parade.

They organized hundreds of extraordinary experts and flew across half of Demacia within a few days to demonstrate the strength of the leader to grassroots farmers' association members in each region.

The effect of this can be said to be very obvious.

"Leader of the Wind! The warriors of the Leader of the Wind are really here!"

Seeing those hundreds of "gods" descending from the sky in great force, the tenant farmers at the scene who had originally had doubts about the struggle suddenly cheered excitedly.

The leader is so strong, why should they be afraid of fighting?

"This..." Quinn had mixed emotions.

It turns out that the Wind Leader's power in Demacia has been accumulated so much quietly.

Demacia, I'm afraid it's dangerous.

What should she do? Could it be that she wanted to follow her parents and betray the king she swore allegiance to?

The more Quinn thought about it, the more entangled and painful he became, until...

"Miss Sona?" She saw the leader of the Wind Leader army.

That face was so familiar to her that Quinn couldn't help shouting, revealing her presence.

"Quinn?" Sona, who had just flown down from the sky, also noticed this old acquaintance.

Quinn was recommended by the Bouvier family and was equivalent to half of the Bouvier family's retainer.

And Sona's full name is...Sona Bouvier.

She is the adopted daughter of the Bouvier family. Mrs. Lestara, who recommended Quinn, was her mother.

"Miss Sona..." Quinn's CPU crashed instantly.

She never imagined that she would meet the lady of her benefactor's family here.

"You, are you also a leader?" she asked in disbelief.

"..." Sona's expression was subtle. The answer is self-evident.

Quinn was silent for a while.

She looked at her parents beside her, and then at Sona, the young lady from her benefactor's family.

"Could it be that Mr. Barrett and Mrs. Lestara also..."

"Well..." Sona hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

Her adoptive parents were originally well-known true philanthropists in Demacia, the kind of aristocratic outliers who would even sell their own fields in order to help the poor. Coupled with the influence of her good daughter...

"Yes, they are also leaders."

Quinn: "..."

A few days later, the Demacia branch of the Leader welcomed a new comrade.