Chapter 205 How to make Noxians understand equality (Please subscribe~)

"That's it." After knowing the truth, Marit was not too shocked.

After all, the Wind Leader Association has a great influence in the Twin Cities. Before Piltover launched a large-scale anti-Janna movement, almost every household in Piltover knew more or less about the Wind Leader, and even had contact with the Wind Leader.

Therefore, it would not be surprising even if promotional materials of the leader were actually found in a person's home.

The presence of these promotional materials suggests that the head of the household is unlikely to be a spy for the Leader. After all, no spy would be stupid enough to hide such obvious contraband at home.

This Mr. Colin and Ms. Orianna most likely just collected the promotional materials and theoretical books of the Leader, and did not destroy them thoroughly enough.

Marit guessed the truth very well.

But she still said very "seriously": "Tsk, tsk, it seems we really caught two big fish."

"No, that's not the case." Colin hesitated.

He tried to argue but gave up.

Finally, Colin glanced at his daughter and said calmly: "It's me. I collected those books privately. This has nothing to do with Orianna. If you want to arrest her, arrest me."

"I am willing to admit that I am a spy for the Wind Leader."

"Anyway, all you want is a result that doesn't harm Noxus' face. It doesn't matter who you arrest, right?"

"No!" Orianna yelled.

She also rushed up like crazy and stood in front of her father: "It's me! Those books are all mine, mine! If you want to arrest me, then arrest me."

"Orianna." Mr. Colin looked at his daughter sadly.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Orianna also choked.

As she said this, she actually took out an intact "A Brief Introduction to Janna's Thoughts" from the lining pocket of her clothes that she had always treasured close to her.

"Did you see it?" Orianna said firmly: "I am the leader! I am the one!"

This scene touched Riven.

In fact, she really wanted to tell them.

"Stop arguing." Marit helped her tell the cruel truth: "You two can't run away anyway."

Orianna felt like she was struck by lightning.

Mr. Colin, who was desperate to die, opened his eyes wide again.

"Why? You should know that this promotional material can't explain anything at all! We are not leaders at all!"

"Don't you just want a 'spy caught' result to protect your image? Wouldn't it be enough just to arrest me?"

Mr. Colin asked angrily.

But Riwen was just silent, as if she had seen too much and her expression was numb.

Marit told him: "Capture your father and leave your daughter alive? Why let her live? Use the rest of her life to avenge Noxus?"

"Sorry, we won't do such stupid things."

The Noxians are always creating hatred. And hatred is always eating back at the Empire.

Therefore, they have long mastered the method on the physical level to prevent hatred from continuing to the next generation.

Colin, Orianna: "."

"Take it away." Marit didn't even raise her eyes.

"Take it where?" The soldiers licked their tongues excitedly.

Looking at Orianna's fragile and pitiful face, they suddenly remembered why they came here in the first place.

Now Orianna is still taken away by them, then: "Sir, this Picheng girl."

"Go away!" Marit looked at them coldly: "Do you think that once the matter is settled, you will be fine?"

"General Amystan has ordered the rectification of military discipline, but you still dare to commit crimes - go back and get fifty military sticks for yourself, and then lie in bed and reflect on it for the next few days!"

"Yes" the soldiers nodded timidly.

But they were still a little bit evil: "Then, sir, what are you going to do with this little girl?"

Colin and Orianna are also concerned about this issue.

But Marit just glanced at Orianna, her expression cold as if she was looking at an object: "Recycle the waste and send it to the labor camp."

"Yes!" The soldiers howled like wolves. They were as ferocious as wild beasts.

"You, you, bastards!" Mr. Colin finally broke out.

His flattery is useless, his patience is useless, and his silence is useless. He can only explode in silence. It is still useless.

The difference in strength is really too big.

Even Crete, a farmer from the countryside of Noxus, could hold down the weak man with one hand.

He could only watch helplessly as those demons approached Orianna and sent his cherished daughter to the Demon Cave.

"Wait." At the critical moment, it was Riwen who spoke.

"I want to have a good chat with her." She said suddenly.

"Huh?" Marit was slightly startled.

Looking at Orianna's tearful face, she smiled jokingly: "What? Riven, have you fallen in love with this Piltover girl?"

As she said that, Marit walked forward casually, and lifted Orianna's tear-soaked chin with her fingertips like she was inspecting an animal: "This girl is quite pretty, and sending her to the labor camp would be a waste.

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"Riven, if you are really interested in her, just take her back and be a slave girl."

"That's not necessary." Riven shook her head.

She is not interested in Orianna as a person, she is only interested in the leader:

"This is the first time I've seen the leader. Well, if she really is."

Although Amystan ordered that no Noxian soldiers be allowed to have access to the Windleader's theories, Riven did not shy away from others.

Anyway, those big soldiers didn't dare to snitch on her, the legion commander, and Marit was her best friend.

So she walked forward casually and snatched the "A Brief Introduction to Janna's Thoughts" from Orianna's hand.

Then, she tried turning it over.

Hmm, I don't understand it at all.

Riwen, whose education level is equivalent to a primary school dropout, was almost confused by the various historical, political, and economic theories in this booklet.

"Do you understand this?" Riven asked Orianna.

"Of course." Orianna gritted her teeth and said.

"What is this book about?" Riven asked curiously: "What are you leaders pursuing?"

"." Orianna was desperate and didn't want to speak.

"Speak." Marit raised her eyebrows: "If you can answer to my friend's satisfaction, I can let you die a little more happily. It will also save you the pain of going to the labor camp."

Orianna gritted her teeth with hatred.

She looked at Marit and Riven bitterly, as if she were looking at two demons in human skin.

Marit remained unmoved.

Riven's eyes were a little dodgey, but she still didn't say anything. She had been in the army for nearly ten years, and she didn't know how many people had looked at her like this before they died.

To have such a little hesitation at this time is already a sign of her humanity.

In the end, Orianna reluctantly chose to answer:

"We." The theory is difficult to explain clearly at the moment.

Orianna had no choice but to first explain the ultimate goal of Janna's theory and talk about the ideal world pursued by the Wind Leader.

"Materials are extremely abundant, and people are highly conscious. Everyone takes what they need and does what they can."

"There is no class distinction, everyone is equal?"

Hearing this, especially hearing the word "equality", apart from Riven who remained silent thoughtfully, Marit, Crete, and all the Noxians present couldn't help laughing.

Voice.

"Hahahaha." Marit laughed the loudest: "Idiot!"

"Everyone is born unequal, how can everyone be equal? ​​You are simply a group of lunatics who can only dream!"

"What we pursue is not absolute equality, but equality in personality and status," Orianna was about to explain.

"Personality?" Marit looked at Orianna coldly.

And just such a murderous look from her made Orianna's body tremble instinctively:

"You can't even stand firm in front of me, why do you have equal personality with me?"
To be continued...