Crete is the fellow countryman who followed Riven into the army.

Although he had just come out of the countryside of Trevel not long ago, at this moment, he had completely accepted, adapted to, appreciated, and was proud of his identity as a member of the Noxian Empire.

Noxian soldiers are the best no matter where they go.

Especially the lucky ones stationed in Piltover.

You don't have to fight hard in normal times, you just need to clock in and train on time. You have a salary, a subsidy, and days off, just like going to work.

The most important thing is that Piltover is extremely rich. Not to mention the officers and gentlemen all made a profit after coming, even the low-level soldiers like them have followed the good life of Piltover's petty bourgeoisie.

He didn't even bother to touch the canned meat that he used to treat as a treasure. He just threw it outside the barracks when he couldn't finish it, and let the poor apprentices pick it up and eat it. He didn't feel bad at all.

Anyway, in the military camp in Pi City, these precious grains that he had worked hard to cultivate for a year before were harvested were as if they fell from the sky, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

"It's great to be a soldier"

Crete drunkenly recalled the happy life these days.

Who would have thought that less than two months ago, he was still working hard in the countryside and evading the grain collection team like a mouse. Now he is wearing that powerful and handsome red and black armor, walking struttingly in Peart.

What about Wolf Street?

It’s almost time to catch up with Mr. Kawa. Mr. Kawa is not living as well as him now, right?

"Hahahaha." Crete laughed in his heart.

And his comrade-in-arms, who was also his squad leader, a veteran Youzi, interrupted his thoughts with his equally drunken voice:

"Crete, why are you in a daze? What are you asking me?"

"Huh?" Crete responded.

A few of them went out to drink together. After drinking, they wandered around the street together, enjoying themselves and bragging.

Everyone seemed to be chatting about something interesting just now, but he was a little drunk and started to stay alone.

So Crete asked: "Captain, what were you talking about just now?"

"Haha." A lewd smile appeared on the soldier's lips.

He burped with wine: "Recruit, we are talking about whether you are still a young child~"

"Hahahaha." A burst of evil laughter.

Crete was very embarrassed.

Of course he understood what the veteran meant by "younger".

After all, when we were farming in the countryside, rough guys would get together and always tell these vulgar jokes.

"Tell me, are you?" The veterans laughed and looked at him.

Seeing his embarrassed look, everyone laughed even harder: "No way, Crete? You are so old, you really haven't touched a woman, right?"

"I" Crete's face turned red.

For the sake of some strange self-esteem, he had no choice but to hold back all his strength and bite the bullet and answer: "I, I am not a young child!"

But the veteran's expression became even weirder: "Oh, it seems that the rumor is true."

"What rumors?" Crete was puzzled.

"Hey hey hey." Everyone laughed: "Someone saw you entering the Labor Camp and you came out in less than 2 minutes."

…

"If you are not Chu'er, you must be a magician who is proficient in time magic, hahahaha."

Crete: "."

He was too embarrassed to speak.

Because this rumor is true.

However, he is not a time assassin, nor does he know the ultimate move of the Barbarian King.

He just ran away.

Because when he walked into the labor camp and saw the girl for his turn in line, the girl was lying on the bed like a piece of wood, looking at him coldly with hollow eyes like a corpse.

This made Crete think of the girl next door whom he had a crush on, and who was snatched away by the food requisition team.

It also made him feel scared for no reason.

After all, he is just a new soldier. Apart from wasting food, he has not had time to learn to do other bad things.

So Crete ran away.

"That's fast enough, brother!" The veteran was still patting him on the shoulder and joking with him.

"Haha." Crete didn't defend himself.

Because if he tells the truth, the veterans will definitely look down on him even more.

And when everyone saw that he was so honest, they stopped teasing him.

They started talking about other topics, such as which girl in the labor camp was more beautiful and which girl was more popular.

Naturally, Crete did not miss this question: "Hey, recruit, which one do you like?"

"Uh" Crete thought for a moment.

He said: "No. 48."

The girls in the labor camp were all stripped of their names, leaving only a number.

No. 48 is the girl he saw last time. She is also the only girl he knows.

Although he ran away at that time, for some reason, the girl always made him miss her.

This feeling is very complicated.

However: "Oh, No. 48~ You are quite discerning."

"I've tried on that girl a few times. She has a good figure and a pretty face, and"

The veteran described the details vividly and vividly, just like he wrote a gourmet review.

Other soldiers also echoed and expressed their experience.

"." Crete suddenly lost that thought.

He is really crazy.

I actually had an idea for a toy.

"It's a pity that the girl's skin is too rough." The veteran began to complain again: "The skin is dark and chapped, there are calluses on her hands, and she always has an earthy smell."

"Haha." Crete smiled a little reluctantly this time.

He looked at his hands, which were also covered in black calluses.

In fact, the veterans were like this too. But they grinned naturally and laughed at the country girls from the labor camp:

"You can tell by looking at them that they are not Piltover girls at all."

"At first glance, it looks like the slaves that Mr. Pi Cheng bought from Shurima and Ionia to deal with big-headed soldiers like us."

Some veterans complained this way.

"Yes, yes!" Everyone was quite dissatisfied.

They were all thinking: "It would be great if I could sleep with those real Piltover girls sometime."

"Look at those Picheng girls. They are all tender-skinned and delicate. They can also sing, dance, read and write. Gee, they look just like the aristocratic ladies from our hometown."

Crete didn't dare to think so.

Free labor camps were a good thing that he had never dared to think about before.

…

How could a young lady like him touch the eldest lady of Pi City?

"Let's go grab one on the street and take it back to try the taste." Crete was still thinking this, but the veteran drunkenly said something even more dangerous.

This made Crete a little scared: "No, it's not good."

"As mentioned in the past two days, Piltover is now Lord Amystan's territory. We should not go too far and be careful. How do you say that word?"

"Civilized, yes, pay attention to civilized."

"Go to hell with civilization!" the veteran said with disdain: "When I was fighting in Demacia, I slept with whoever I wanted. Why should I pamper these Picheng old men who have trouble killing chickens?

"

"But." Crete was still hesitant.

"Don't worry!" said the veteran: "No matter how extreme we do, those Piltover law enforcement officers can't do anything to us."

"The laws of Piltover have no control over us at all. Only our own military courts can punish our 'crimes'."

"The worst we can do is let the military law punish us."
To be continued...