LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

At 7:00 in the morning, Mel Midarda woke up on time from her 200-square-meter bedroom.

Get up, make it easy, wash up, tie your hair in a bun under the service of the servants, and put on a slim and decent noble dress.

At 7:15, have breakfast with representatives of the Shurima Chamber of Commerce in the banquet hall.

At 7:45, I met with the reporter from Picheng Daily and took promotional photos.

At 7:55, close your eyes and rest for 5 minutes.

At 8:00, listen to the daily briefing compiled by the personal maid on time.

Mel took a big sip of his coffee to dispel the lingering drowsiness.

In front of outsiders, she is the envy of a rich man. But she sometimes feels more like a machine.

Pull up your spirits, concentrate, arrange your posture according to noble etiquette, sit upright, and then pick up the daily briefing presented by the personal maid, while reading, waiting for the maid to report the key points to her.

"The Ferros family's artificial Hex gemstone factory was forced to shut down due to the fire, and the price of our supply may increase."

"Fire again? Heh, the monopoly business really makes money." Mel frowned, and then ordered without hesitation: "Tell them, we accept the price increase. But this time we have to sign a long-term supply agreement, guaranteeing at least two Keep supply prices unchanged for the year. This is the bottom line."

"Understood." The maid nodded and continued to report: "Mr. Jess asked to meet with you, he..."

"The 'treasure boy'?" Mel didn't ask what was the matter, and replied with a smile: "No problem, make an appointment for me."

"And..." Saying that, the maid carefully stepped aside.

She was the personal maid who watched Mel grow up, and the sister relationship with Mel almost surpassed that of master and servant.

So what Mel likes and what she hates, she knows very well in her heart.

Here's the news, Mel won't like it:

"The family has transported another batch of slaves from the front line of Ionia, saying that they are for our support."

Sure enough, Mel frowned when he heard the news: "Didn't I say everything, I don't need this kind of 'support' from them."

"But your mother insisted." The maid was embarrassed: "She said in the letter that you must accept these slaves. This is what the Noxus should do."

"..." Mel felt a tightness in his chest.

When she was a child, she had seen the scene of Noxus army hunting slaves.

That was almost the shadow of her life.

"And your mother also said." The maid added cautiously: "With the expansion of the imperial war, more slaves will be sent in the future. As a nobleman of Noxus, you must help digest this surplus H."

Because there were too many wars, there were too many slaves.

"Savage!" Mel couldn't help but hum in a low voice: "I think that His Majesty is simply crazy!"

"Miss, be careful!" The maid hastily reminded.

The secret intelligence organization of the empire, the "war masons" of Noxus, is as pervasive as the night and follows us everywhere.

Therefore, for the ministers and nobles of Noxus, even speaking ill of the emperor at home is a very dangerous thing.

But Mel was right.

Most people of insight in the empire now think that Emperor Darkwill may be crazy.

Noxus is militaristic, but it has always been militaristic in a sustainable way.

However, Emperor Darkwill has been suffering from rabies in recent years, biting anyone he sees, and he doesn't know how to let go of it.

Under his command, Noxus is now at war simultaneously with the tribes of the Freljord to the north of the empire, the Ionian Warlords to the east, the Demacian Alliance to the west, and the natives of Shurima to the south.

Almost all the countries on the map that can declare war have been declared by him.

And there is no main attack, every road is the main attack.

As a result, the empire was confronted head-on by the Freljord "Winter" in the north, the iron walls of Demacia in the west, Ionia in the east, and Shurima in the south. The vast ocean of the people's war.

Fighting on the four fronts and mobilizing the country, the war is protracted and entangled endlessly.

This endless consumption, even Noxus can't hold it.

"The emperor made a fatal mistake in his decision-making, but the nobles still sang praises collectively." The maid didn't dare to say more, but Mel still muttered to herself indignantly.

"Oh, that "Janna Thought" is right, the economic base determines the superstructure."

"The economy of Noxus has been completely hijacked by the military industry. These big nobles who are attached to the military-industrial complex and rely on colonial aggression and slave trade to make a fortune, I am afraid that they have not integrated the country and The fate of the people is at heart.”

"They only think that His Majesty the Emperor is not crazy enough, and that he hasn't waged enough wars!"

"With these insects, how can we govern the empire well?"

In a rare display of cynicism, Mel even unknowingly uses ideas from Janna.

"Miss..." The maid patiently waited for her to vent this unknown fire.

Then he asked carefully: "Then these slaves?"

Mel was silent for a long time, with a helpless expression: "according to the family's wishes, accept."

"Where to send it?" The maid asked: "The family's factory in Picheng has no shortage of people."

"Find the Iron Fists..." Oh, the Iron Fists are gone.

Mel originally sold all these slaves as bonded labor, and he didn't see anything.

"Do you want to find another gang?" The maid suggested: "Or sell it to the Alchemy Baron in Zaun?"

The living environment in Zaun is so poor, the population is still growing, and labor prices are still falling.

It can be said that the Noxus Empire and their Myrdalda family have contributed a lot.

"Then sell it to Zaun..." Mel actually knew that if a slave was sold to Zaun, it would be the same as being sent directly to be cremated. It's just a longer and more painful process.

But Noxus keeps sending slaves here, what can she do?

She is not a philanthropist, so she cannot raise a group of slave labor for nothing. Apart from Zaun, she has no other place to send it.

"Wait." Mel thought of something: "Today's schedule should include a visit to the leader's factory, right?"

"Yes." The maid replied: "You made an appointment with Mr. Li Wei at 10:00, visited the leader factory and the Zu'an community in Nancheng under its jurisdiction from 10:00 to 12:00, and agreed to have a meal with representatives of the North City Community Council at 12:30. 13 o'clock..."

"Push back the noon and afternoon schedules," Mel said. "I'm going to spend more time in the leader's territory."

"Okay." The maid nodded.

Then she couldn't help asking: "Miss, are you too concerned about this leader's association?"

"If it's just an investment inspection, you don't need to be there in person. What's more, you have to leave the whole day to them."

Mel was suddenly speechless. She was indeed overly interested in this leader's association.

The relationship between the leader and Janna has not yet been determined, so she doesn't need to be so attentive to this organization.

perhaps...

The contents of that pamphlet had unknowingly affected her?

"Haha." As soon as this thought came to Mel's mind, he smiled helplessly.

She is no naive child.

How can it be so easy to be moved by a piece of text?

"Anyway, help me arrange it like this."

Mel thought about it seriously, and finally figured out why he valued leaders so much:

"I'm just curious—"

"What can these idealists with theories guide the country achieve in reality?"