LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Bilgewater, Rattown.

Drizzt came to the small shop he opened on the street early.

He lit up the "Card Divination, Scientific Fortune Telling" sign at the door, brewed a pot of spiritual tea imported from Ionia, then casually placed a deck of cards on the desk, then lazily leaned back on the boss's chair. , and read the newspaper comfortably.

Just looking at his gentle look, drinking tea and reading a newspaper, no one would have guessed that he was the legendary card master, the most cunning, cunning, and notorious thief and gambler in Bilgewater.

At this moment, Drizzt is far away from the gambling table and away from the ups and downs in the world. If it weren't for the elegance and mystery inherent in his suit and leather clothes, he would look like an ordinary person now. businessman.

"Ding!" The store's welcoming bell rang.

Then there was the sound of the store door opening.

"Hello, how can I help you?" Drizzt put down the newspaper and greeted him without raising his head.

"Does the customer want to calculate the risk of accidents, the harvest of fish, or personal future, love and marriage..."

"I want to count your fate, Tobias!" The visitor shouted coldly, causing Drizzt's smile to freeze instantly.

Not many people know his real name. And this voice...

Drizzt suddenly raised his head, and sure enough, a black gun was pointed at his head.

The visitor was none other than his old partner after ten years, the "outlaw" Malcolm Graves.

"Malcolm..." Drizzt's eyes were complicated, but his tone was as frivolous as ever: "Why bother raising a gun? It's not like meeting old friends, right?"

"Shut up, you traitor!" Graves' eyes were filled with flames of hatred: "Tell me, why did you run away on your own? I treat you as a brother, and you actually threw me to those cops?!"

He and Drizzt had been close partners in crime. But during a robbery in Noxus ten years ago, Drizzt actually greased his feet when faced with danger, abandoned him and ran away.

As a result, Graves has been imprisoned in that Noxian prison for the past ten years, until he was lucky enough to escape recently.

As soon as he escaped and ascended to heaven, he immediately found a way to board a ship bound for Port Piraeus and returned to Bilgewater, his hometown and the place where Drizzt was most likely to haunt.

When Graves returned here, he discovered that he didn't even have to spend any effort to find this traitor.

Because advertisements with Drizzt’s mugshot were posted everywhere on the Pier of Piraeus.

Graves followed the address on the advertisement and found the traitor's shop on the busiest commercial street in Rat Town in less than ten minutes.

"Okay, you wash your hands in a golden basin and become the boss. But what about me?"

"Ten years! Do you know how I lived these ten years? Bastard!"

Graves' mouth is like the spray gun in his hand, full of firepower.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Drizzt raised his hands helplessly.

He really wanted to explain. Even if he didn't escape back then, the only result would be that they were caught together. And he also tried his best to plan several rescue operations afterwards, but unfortunately they were unsuccessful.

But Drizzt knew very well that his stubborn old friend would not listen to explanations.

After all, the game does not rely on rational operation, but on human nature. Your teammates won't understand that you don't want to give the opponent a double kill, they will only blame you for betraying him during a team fight.

For someone as stubborn as Graves, the explanation would definitely not make sense. Instead of struggling to explain, it would be better to let him have a good fight and vent his anger.

but now...

"Calm down first and put down the gun." Seeing the busy street outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Drizzt couldn't help but advise.

"Haha." Graves sneered: "What, are you afraid? We haven't seen you for ten years, and you have turned into a coward!"

"No..." Drizzt said helplessly: "I am doing this for your own good, Malcolm."

"There are people coming and going on this street. You were 'robbing' a store with a gun in broad daylight. If someone noticed..."

"Bah!" Graves spat fiercely: "Who are you trying to scare? I didn't know how many businesses I did in Piraeus back then. When did anything happen to me? So what if I was noticed? Could it happen again? Is anyone meddling in other people’s business?”

Graves is a native of Piraeus. He had been born in this lawless place since he was a child, and he was used to the tough folk customs here.

In Port Piraeus, robbery is like eating and stealing is like drinking water.

There are so many kinds of gun guns, and they are as lively as the Chinese New Year every day.

Having lived in this environment since childhood, the people of Bilgewater have long been accustomed to the sound of gunfire. It wasn't a group battle involving more than a hundred people, it was a pirate group-level firefight, and they didn't even bother to watch the excitement.

Now Graves just stormed into a street store with a gun, and Drizzt used the people on the street to scare him...

"Do you think I'm a child?" Graves shouted at the top of his voice.

"Keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!!" Drizzt's face turned dark. If Graves' shotgun wasn't still pressed against his head, he would have wanted to use playing cards to block this idiot's mouth right now: "He broke into a house with a gun... He was really caught by the people in Piraeus. I’m afraid you’re going to jail for another ten years!”

"What?" Graves thought Drizzt must be crazy.

Since when did Piraeus have laws? Are you going to jail for such a trivial matter?

"Why, are you hooking up with a captain in Piraeus now and have a big brother to support you?" he asked angrily.

"Malcolm..." Drizzt sighed helplessly: "After you came out of prison, didn't you understand the outside world at all?"

"Uh?" Graves looked confused.

He really didn't know much about current events. As soon as he came out of the prison in Noxus, he immediately took a boat back to Port Piraeus. After arriving at Piraeus Port, he got off the boat and saw an advertisement for Drizzt's shop. then...

"Then you should at least see how different Piraeus is now from before, right?" Drizzt asked.

"This..." Graves also came to his senses naively.

really. Bilgewater really wasn't the same place it was when he left it.

When he disembarked at the slaughterhouse, he originally thought he would see rotten and stinky minced meat from sea animals, carnivorous rats crawling all over the ground, emaciated fishermen being whipped by overseers, cheap watches welcoming guests at the dock, and orphans fishing in troubled waters. Thieves, swaggering pirate thugs, and rows of putrid corpses hung on display by gang bosses...

This was the Bilgewater he remembered.

But not long ago, when Graves got off the ship, he suddenly thought that he had boarded the wrong ship and arrived at Piltover, the "City of Progress".

Slave workers, pirates, prostitutes, thieves, orphans, gangsters... these are all gone.

Instead, there were a group of well-dressed fishermen, sailors, and even many foreign tourists in casual attire.

The slaughterhouse that used to have a foul smell and was littered with sewage has now been repaired and made extremely tidy.

The filthy and chaotic Rat Town slum has now turned into a neatly planned, bustling and lively residential community.

Every passerby on the street looked calm. It was no longer like before. Walking on the street felt like walking through the line of fire, and you had to be wary of the intense gunfire that would bloom around you at any time.

The changes here are so great.

"Then...so what?" Graves still didn't think this would have any impact on his revenge plan: "I haven't been back to Port Piraeus in more than ten years. Isn't it normal that things have changed here!"

"Ten years?" Drizzt smiled helplessly.

If Graves knew that all these changes had occurred in less than two years, he would definitely feel that he was lying.

After all, who would have thought that this wind of change could come so suddenly and so quickly?

Bilgewater was liberated early, and it is not large in size and population. It is also a semi-industrial city that is only as modern as the Twin Cities and focuses on fishing, shipbuilding, and arms manufacturing.

The majority of fishery and manufacturing workers are the most solid and reliable allies of the leaders.

In front of hundreds of thousands of fishermen who united, those tens of thousands of hooligans, pirates, and gang members with a notorious reputation were quickly purged and reformed like a storm.

Today, Bilgewater has completely transformed from a pirate den controlled by warlord lords to a fishing and shipbuilding capital with a complete leader's regime.

"Times have really changed, Malcolm. Port Piraeus has changed more than just its city appearance. If you still think it is the original pirate lair, you are totally wrong."

"Today's Bilgewater is no longer a place where you can just carry a gun and do whatever you want with your recklessness!"

"Don't even mention committing murder in the street..." Drizzt pointed helplessly at the poker on the table: "Now even if you want to go to the place to gamble, you still have to go in and have tea!"

As soon as he finished saying this, he realized there was a mistake in his words.

It’s not that you go to the casino to play cards and drink tea... but now, there is no casino at all in Piraeus!

As soon as the leader arrived, they completely eliminated all the previously abnormally developed "special service industries" in Bilgewater.

The women who were enslaved and controlled by the gangs became free people. Some of them found new jobs in fishing factories, while others were arranged to go to other places where no one knew them and start a new life.

And those gangsters who opened brothels and casinos were also put on the mast by the leaders one by one, enjoying the means they used to punish those who resisted.

There are no casinos in Bilgewater now.

It was a little fun at a private party, but no one would check. But there is no fixed casino that needs an umbrella to open.

Because under Janna's determination of faith, it is absolutely impossible for any "protective umbrella" to appear in the leader's team.

"You'll know just by looking at me..." Drizzt used himself to prove the thoroughness of Port's changes.

"Do you know why I quit my job now and come here to open a shop and do business?"

Because he can no longer do his job.

Drizzt was originally a professional gambler and gangster. He lived a happy life relying on the card magic that could reveal fate and teleport around the gambling table.

He used to steal from pirates, gangsters, profiteers, and nobles. He didn't feel any psychological pressure at all by squandering these bad guys' money.

But now, Piraeus has become the territory of the leader, and the bad guys have disappeared in Bilgewater.

If Drizzt continues to commit crimes, he will really become a bad criminal who is isolated from the people.

And the leader's wanted list is not that easy to get. These people were too powerful and he couldn't afford to offend them.

The road to stealing is closed, what about gambling? Nope either.

The casinos are gone, where can he go to gamble?

Drizzt had nowhere to go.

Don't talk about making money from this. Sometimes when he gets addicted, he can only go to the newly opened board game store in Bilgewater and bet a few "Happy Beans" with those little brats.

Helpless, Drizzt could only use his own talents and rely on the mysterious and unique card magic to open a divination shop to make money.

Fortunately, his calculations were accurate, and the fishing industry that Pigeon specializes in is also a very promising business.

Therefore, after changing his profession, Drizzt quickly became famous.

Many captains will come here before going to sea to ask him about the luck of the trip;

The construction engineering team from Zu An often comes here to consult with him on project safety.

Gradually, Drizzt even signed long-term consulting agreements with several large fishing companies and national shipyards.

Even when a new navy ship is launched, he will be asked to tell fortunes and consecrate it.

"Look, even I was forced to wash my hands of myself and become a good businessman."

"The era of fighting and killing has really passed, Malcolm. Put down your weapons and stop causing trouble." Drizzt advised in a sincere tone.

He really wanted this stubborn old friend to put down his gun as soon as possible. Even if that doesn't help: "You should at least speak softly."

"Huh?" Graves became angry when he heard this: "Who are you trying to scare? Coward!"

"You are too timid to scare me, and you still want to scare me with this? Haha! I don't care which captain's territory Bilgewater is now, and I don't care what bullshit new rules that guy has set up. Today... "

"Even if the snake mother comes today, she can't save you! I said so!"

He shouted excitedly, as if he was about to pull the trigger the next second.

But at this moment...

"Robbery! Someone is robbing!" He shouted, finally attracting the attention of passers-by outside the store.

"It's over." Drizzt stroked his forehead helplessly.

"Put down the gun. I'll take you to escape now... maybe it's still too late." He said without much hope.

Graves really didn't listen: "Bah! What kind of joke are you telling me here?"

"Do you think these passers-by can stop my revenge? Traitor, if these are your last words, then..."

He didn't even finish his sentence.

He only saw the passers-by outside the store who had not paid attention to him at all, those ordinary fishermen, sailors, workers, merchants, students, tourists...

"I am the leader, follow me!" First, a man who looked like a fisherman stood up.

"Comrade, we are also leaders! We are here to help you!" Then came a group of sailors who happened to be passing by shortly after landing.

"I am Wind Chaser! I can also provide support!" All the businessmen across the street ran out.

There were also students passing by here for school, tourists from Zaun... Even the cleaners sweeping the street put down their brooms and rushed over menacingly...

"You, you..." Looking at this passionate formation, Graves was a little confused.

Since when did Hong Kong people have such a sense of justice?

Didn't the people of Bilgewater in the past never look twice at orphans starving to death on the roadside?

"Boy, put down the gun and let that gentleman leave safely!" The fishermen and sailors standing at the front shouted at him without fear:

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Huh?" Graves was furious.

Although I don't understand why my fellow countryman suddenly became so nosy and so reckless. but...

"You idiots like you dare to threaten me?"

Even the fish killer at the dock dared to point his nose at him and scold him. Graves is an outlaw, when has he ever been so angry?

"Hey!" Drizzt was already mourning for his friend in his heart.

Even the people of Piraeus dare to offend... Graves can't even think of leaving today.

Who are the people in Piraeus?

Last year's victory in the decisive battle of Barua in Ionia was accomplished by hundreds of thousands of people from Piraeus using fishing boats.

Almost every one of them has signed up to join the Temporary Marine Corps of the Leader and has received complete ideological education and military training.

Qianxin's wind chasers are everywhere here.

There are also many devout leaders here;

Therefore, seeing Graves not only surrender without any equipment, but also dared to threaten the people...

"Take action!" The leaders present almost chose to take action without hesitation.

They are all ordinary fishermen and sailors, mortals with weak power.

The air current that a mortal can stir up is weak.

But what about ten people? What about a hundred people? What about all the people on the same street?

"Forgiveness of Goddess Janna!"

In Graves's extremely shocked eyes, wisps of extremely weak air currents were summoned out of thin air from the hands of the inconspicuous people in Port, and quickly condensed into a powerful tornado.

Graves didn't even have time to fire back before he was completely engulfed by the roaring storm.

He was swept up into the air by the tornado, whizzing around Drizzt's shop for several large circles until the wind gradually weakened, and then he hit the ground firmly and fell down dizzily.

"Send him to the police station!" The crowds of Piraeus swarmed over and captured this lawless gangster without any injuries in an instant.

"Wait, wait..." Graves was still a little dizzy.

He still didn't realize why Bigang became like this.

"Alas..." Drizzt sighed softly.

This is just great. He broke into a house with a gun to seek revenge and threatened people with a gun.

Even if he took the initiative to offer forgiveness and explain the misunderstanding in detail, according to the current laws in Piraeus, Graves would definitely go in and stay for a while.

He had no choice but to walk to his friend who was firmly pushed to the ground by the crowd, and sighed helplessly: "Malcolm, have a better attitude after you get in..."

"Work actively and accept the transformation well."