Chapter 174 Noxus is the most fair (please subscribe~)

"Nonsense!" Marit reacted now.

"Demacia's armor is silver-white, and Noxus' armor is red-black. How can you admit that you are wrong?!"

"I," the farmer stammered, "I am color blind."

"Senima is blind!" Marit raised the riding crop angrily and whipped it down "gently".

This whip was very light for her, because the farmer was also a Noxian, so she was already politely controlling the force - if she faced a farmer from Demacia, her whip could cut someone into pieces.

Two pieces.

But Marit is a super warrior after all.

She tried her best to restrain the force of the whip, but it was still enough to tear the farmer's skin and flesh to pieces.

"Ah!!" The farmer's shoulder was cracked with a deep bloody mark.

Marit held up the bloody riding crop and asked him: "Tell me, do you know what red is now?"

"I, I." The farmer was too hurt to speak, so he answered a little slowly.

Marit saw this and wanted to crack her whip again.

"Wait." Riwen stopped her.

Riven stopped Marit not because she couldn't stand it.

If she couldn't accept even this level of violence, then she wouldn't be able to become a legion commander in the Noxian army.

She stopped Marit mainly because

"I seem to know him." Riven said.

"Oh?" Marit put away the whip this time and looked at the farmer with a discriminating look: "Riven, is he your friend when you were a child?"

"That's right." Riven's thoughts spanned many years of war and war, and she struggled to return to her unhappy childhood in the countryside: "His name seems to be Crete?"

"Crete, right?"

Riven struggled to recall the farmer's name.

Crete was her friend when she was a child. Their friendship was neither far nor close, so it was pretty good.

Later, she enlisted in the army, while Crete stayed in his hometown to work as a farmer. Naturally, the two of them had long lost contact.

The farmer named Crete was slightly startled.

He looked at Riven's iconic short white hair and wheat-colored skin, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "You, are you Riven?"

As a warrior personally commended by His Majesty the Emperor, Riven has long been a famous figure in her hometown of Trevel.

Especially in this small village, almost everyone knows that the poor orphan Riven back then is now an unattainable commander of the Imperial Army.

"Oh my God, Riven, you're so rich now."

Crete subconsciously wanted to get closer.

But the burning pain from the scar on his shoulder made him wake up quickly.

He looked up and saw Riven riding a majestic dragon lizard, her mighty officer armor, her domineering rune sword, Marit riding a rare magic bird beside her, and the riding crop still dripping with blood in her hand.

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"Master Riven——"

"Welcome back to Trevel!"

Crete knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground, making up for the courtesy that a farmer should have towards an officer.

"Well, get up." Riven didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Noxus respects strength and has a clear hierarchy. This is especially true in the military camp.

In the years since she became an Imperial officer, Riven has long been accustomed to the worship of low-class people.

So she naturally accepted Crete's kneeling, and she gestured with her lips for him to stand up and answer her question:

"Crete, why did you run away just now?"

"This, this." Crete was so frightened that his bones were trembling.

"Don't worry." Riven showed the friendly attitude of leading the way in an enemy country by deceiving the villagers: "I promise I won't hurt you."

"I" Crete paused for a while before saying tremblingly: "We are afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Riwen frowned: "We are imperial soldiers. This is within the empire. What are we afraid of?"

"The only thing I'm afraid of is you." Crete tried hard to hold back his words before answering with difficulty:

"Master Riven, you don't know. In recent years, the imperial army has always gone to the countryside to rob... um. Go to the countryside to have friendly exchanges with us."

"It's not that we don't want to entertain these brave imperial warriors, the main thing is that they come too frequently. I, we really don't have food for everyone."

He spoke very cryptically.

But Riven still understood what he meant: "You mean you are hiding from the food collection team?"

Of course Riven knew that the Noxus Empire had a food collection team.

She was not a fool who didn't eat minced meat. Of course she knew where the "inexhaustible" food, wine, and meat from the labor camp in Trevel City came from.

Even during the war in the past, Riven himself had done the work of going to the countryside to collect grain.

"But shouldn't the person the grain collection team went to the countryside to look for be Mr. Kawa?"

The Master Kawa whom Riven mentioned is the big landowner of this village.

This farm, and even the land in several surrounding villages, is almost entirely the private property of his family.

And Crete, as well as the young Riven, were just serfs farming for Master Kava.

Serfs themselves were the private property of the landlord. They did not own land, but only allotments leased from the landlord.

Even their property, life and personal freedom are completely at the mercy of the landlords.

So Lord Kava is the king of this land.

But correspondingly, when the imperial army needs to go to the countryside to collect grain, they will first find big landowners like Mr. Kawa, not the serfs.

This does not mean that the Noxian army cares about the lower class and only eats the big ones, not the small ones.

The main reason is that these serfs did not have much food surplus at home, and each one was more "stingy" and "cunning" than the last.

It would be too laborious for the grain collection team to search every household, and the personnel cost would be too high.

So instead of robbing serfs, it is better to go directly to eat the big ones.

Anyway, with the squirrel-like food hoarding habits of these large landowners, the imperial army can usually collect the needed food by eating from a few large local households.

"Master Riven, what you mentioned was all a few years ago." Crete replied helplessly:

"Although the empire always fought wars with Demacia in the past, it usually took several years, or even ten years, for a big one to happen."

"In this way, Master Kawa's food hoard can barely keep up with the consumption of the army."

"But what about the past few years?"

"The empire is fighting Demacia on the front line every year, and it never stops for a day."

"Our Triwell is close to the border front. Since the war started a few years ago, hundreds of thousands of soldiers have been stationed here year-round."

"According to the grain collectors, some of the food consumed by the army is currently in short supply in the rear, so the only way to get the missing part is from us."

The more Crete talked, the more immersed he became, almost forgetting that he was talking to the military officer:

"At first it was once a year, then twice or three times a year. It even came once every quarter."

"The grain collector asked Mr. Kava for food, and Mr. Kava forced us to pay more rent."

"If we couldn't give him anything, he would beat us hard with a whip."

"The results will come later"

Even before the serfs were beaten to death, Mr. Kawa could no longer bear it.

"He told the grain collector that landlords don't have any surplus grain these days."

"He said his granary had been emptied out a long time ago and he couldn't take it out anymore. As a result, he was hung from a tree and beaten by the grain collector."

Master Cava is just a country landowner from Trewell.

In front of the Imperial Army of Noxus, a "little master" like him is no match for anything.

So: "Later and later."

"Mr. Cava wanted to sell his land and run away, but in the past few years, no one wants Trewell's land."

"So he simply distributed the land to us at the cheapest price, half-sold and half-given, and fled to Piltover with his family property."

Riven: "This"

She still remembered how Mr. Kawa bullied the serfs when she was a child, and how he used a whip to force her to work.
To be continued...