LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

The next day, Piltover University, Hextech Institute.

When Caitlin came here yesterday, she was still so high-spirited and high-spirited. Just like the protagonist in the blood story, she is firmly chasing her dream.

But when she revisited her old place today, only haggard and exhaustion remained on her face.

Because Caitlyn tried, trying to do it the lawman way.

She has visited six of the top members of Piltover Council in succession, including her mother.

But those councilors who usually talk about the law in front of people and keep their mouths about justice, wishing that all the citizens would come to listen to their speeches, are all quieter than the Busan library at this time.

Either they kept silent, or they smiled perfunctorily, or they politely expressed that they had something to see off the guests as soon as they met, or they simply received the news in advance, and even the gate of the family estate was not allowed to let Caitlin in.

Caitlin also finally knew how weak she was as a little law enforcement officer after losing the support of her family.

And her last hope is only:

Founder of Piltover, President of Piltover University, great inventor, yordle, highest member of parliament, Professor Heimerdinger.

He is an extraordinary longevity species, a magical creature from the spiritual realm, and material wealth is meaningless to him.

So all the goons in Piltover have nothing to do with this yordle. It is absolutely impossible for him to have anything to do with this huge net of interests hidden underground in Picheng.

Therefore, Heimerdinger is the one who is most likely to stand up and uphold justice for the people of Shuangcheng.

However...

"Professor Heimerdinger, is it convenient for me to come in?" When Caitlin knocked on the door of Heimerdinger's office, the reply she got was:

"Ah...you are?" A nervous voice came from the room.

"Catelyn Gillamane," Caitlyn replied.

"Caitlin... Well, I'm not here... Ahem, no...Professor Heimerdinger is out. I'm just his teaching assistant."

Caitlin: "..."

"Professor, I know your voice...we've met many times, don't you remember?"

She sighed helplessly, and pushed the door impolitely.

And as soon as the door opened, she saw a small yordle trying to tiptoe, grabbing the window sill and turning outside.

Because his head was too big, his head got stuck in the window.

"Professor..." Caitlin sighed in disappointment: "Even you want to avoid me? I thought you would be different."

Heimerdinger paused when he heard the words, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he finally turned around with an embarrassing expression.

He looks like an old man with white eyebrows and white beard, but the yordle's natural short stature, pointed ears, cat nose, and big clean and clear eyes make him look as cute as a kitten.

Looking at such a pair of eyes, Caitlin suddenly felt guilty.

Maybe her mother only taught her those bright and beautiful stories before, but did not tell her the dark and cruel truths, because she didn't want to pollute her pure eyes with these dirty things too early?

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"I'm the one who troubled you."

Heimerdinger only wanted to study science, and he didn't want to study sophistication and interests.

It was indeed hard for Caitlin to throw such a big trouble in front of him.

"But Professor Heimerdinger, now I really have no other choice but you."

Caitlin took out the documents she had prepared in an almost pleading tone:

"Professor, please take a look."

"Alas..." Heimerdinger sighed deeply.

He sat back at the desk on his short legs, with a solemn expression, and sat upright, finally gaining a bit of the demeanor of an elder.

"I won't read the materials. I know why you're here, little Caitlin."

"The things about Marcos and the Iron Fist, those who informed me that you might come back, also told me without any concealment."

"That?" Kaitlyn still had the last trace of expectation.

The Heimerdinger in her impression was a pure, kind and good man. And he did.

When a good person sees this dirty scene, shouldn't he find a way to eradicate it?

But Heimerdinger's answer was: "I'm sorry, little Caitlin."

He lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at her: "I will not sign this investigation order."

"Professor!" Caitlin still wanted to fight.

"It doesn't make sense." Heimerdinger interrupted her with a sigh: "You know? It doesn't make sense."

"Why doesn't it make sense!" Caitlin said angrily.

Heimerdinger asked: "Why did you come to me to sign the investigation order? Is my signature different from other people's signatures?"

"Of course it's different—you're an MP!"

"Is it really different if I'm an MP?" Heimerdinger calmly recalled: "We yordles don't like politics, but after all, I have been the Supreme Councilor in Piltover for 300 years, and every ruling Piltover The big families in the city have dealt with each other."

"In the past 300 years, I have learned at least one thing—"

"It's not titles that give people power, it's people who give titles meaning."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Caitlin helplessly: "Yes, I am a member of parliament. I only need to sign my name on this piece of paper to make this investigation order an official document with legal force."

"But even with this investigation order, the order has to be executed by people."

"Little Caitlin, who else do you think will help you carry out this investigation order?"

Caitlin was speechless for a moment as she heard it like falling into an ice cellar.

That's right, even if the investigation order is approved, in theory it has to be executed by law enforcement officers.

But now the members of the parliament have collectively expressed their opinion that Marcos, the leader of the law enforcement officers in Piltover, is himself a black policeman... Even if there is an investigation order, which law enforcement officer would dare to investigate him?

This investigation order is completely meaningless.

It's just that Kaitlyn still foolishly clings to the lawman's dream and her ridiculous legal procedures.

"No...it's not meaningless!"

Caitlin quietly clenched her fists.

Even though she has hit a wall so far, her blood is still not completely cooled.

She still wants to fight, even if she is alone: ​​"Heimerdinger, please sign this investigation order!"

"I don't believe that there are so many law enforcement officers in Piltover, so I can't find a few righteous people with principles and integrity. Even if they are unwilling to stand up and help me, I will continue to investigate alone! "

"Because I am... the lawman of Piltover!"

Caitlin's blood was burning, and suddenly even the air around her became hotter.

Then...

Heimerdinger poured cold water on her: "Kaitlin, I won't sign."

"It's useless to sign."

"If you don't try it, how will you know it's useless?" Caitlin asked excitedly, "Professor Heimerdinger, just trust me once..."

"I tried," said Heimerdinger suddenly.

"Why?"

"I said, I tried." Heimerdinger emphasized.

Then, he suddenly asked: "Caitlin, do you think your mother is a good person?"

Caitlin hesitated.

If it was before yesterday, she would have said yes without hesitation.

But last night, when her mother revealed her true side as a big businessman...the indifferent tone of treating people as tools, parts, and even commodities, and measuring everything with interests, made Caitlin feel extremely strange.

Is her mother really a good person?

"I don't know now, but she must have been before."

Heimerdinger looked at Caitlin with emotion, as if he wanted to see the shadow of her mother from her young face:

"About 20 years ago, it was also in this office."

"At that time, your mother was about the same age as you are now. She was still a child. Like you, she came to me with a stack of investigation materials and asked me about the same content."

"I didn't agree to—"

"Because, whether it's you or your mother...in the not-so-long 300-year history of Piltover, it's not the first person who thinks this way and dares to do it again."

"What you want to try has already been tried."

Heimerdinger couldn't help but add a little more emotion on his face, the color of emotion that only the longevity species can understand:

"Human beings are always repeating their history."