Demacia's border town, Owendale.

"Hua Luo, right in front." With the wings of this giant eagle named Hua Luo, Quinn soared freely in the sky of his hometown.

She is a child of a poor family in Owendale and the daughter of the village blacksmith.

But a few years ago, due to a bad accident, she formed a good relationship with the Bouvier family of Xiongdu. This changed her destiny.

On the one hand, it is the recommendation and sponsorship of the Bouvier family; on the other hand, thanks to her own talents and abilities, as well as the tacit following of her animal friend, the giant eagle Valor...

Quinn quickly grew from a village girl in a border town to a demacian warrior with outstanding achievements and strength.

Today, she is the most powerful ranger known as the "Wings of Demacia", the right-hand man of Marshal Tiana Crownguard.

For the past several years, Quinn has served her homeland faithfully, excelling on the battlefields of the Freljordian barbarians and Noxian invaders.

But now, Noxus and Demacia have ceased fighting. The Freljords in the north are said to have reached cooperation with the Crownguard family and no longer go south to plunder.

There was peace inside and outside the kingdom, and she finally had the opportunity to take leave from the army and return to her hometown to visit her parents.

"Hua Luo, let's land here." The outline of the hometown village has faintly appeared in the front.

Quinn specifically asked Valor to fold his wings and land outside the village so as not to appear too conspicuous.

Although her current strength and status are not what they used to be, she doesn't want to act like an officer in front of her hometown relatives.

So she temporarily released Hua Luo into the nearby mountains, letting this humane giant eagle hunt and rest on its own.

Quinn herself was wearing simple clothes, carrying the crossbow she carried from her hometown back then, and walked slowly towards the village along the all-too-familiar mountain village path.

"The village is still pretty much the same as when I left." Looking at the familiar scenery of the mountain village, Quinn felt very friendly.

"But..." She looked at the empty farmland in the valley: "Where has everyone gone?"

It's still broad daylight, and it's the busy farming season. Why is there no one in the fields?

Could it be that the wyvern invaded again and everyone hid in the cellar?

But when she flew all the way over, Hua Luo didn't detect the presence of the wyvern.

With these doubts and a hint of worry for his parents and fellow villagers, Quinn couldn't help but quietly speed up his pace.

And when she returned to the village, that ray of worry quickly disappeared:

Everyone is here.

They all gathered in the open space at the entrance of the village...

"Meeting?" Quinn looked at it from a distance with some confusion.

I saw that a simple lecture platform had been set up in the open space at the entrance of the village.

The villagers gathered in front of the stage, including her parents.

Although her parents were standing far away from the crowd, wearing clean new clothes, they seemed out of place.

But the two of them, like other villagers, raised their heads with concentration and looked at the podium made of stones in front of them.

A one-armed man was standing on the pile of rocks, shouting something passionately to the villagers in the audience.

"This is...the butler sent by the lord?" Quinn instinctively thought so.

Her village is a tenant village, and almost all the people in the village are tenant farmers who have worked and farmed for a certain lord for generations.

Except for the housekeeper sent by the lord to collect rent and negotiate interest rates, no one was free to hold meetings with the villagers.

So Quinn quietly walked closer.

She was not in a hurry to reunite with her parents, but wanted to hear what these lords were doing and what new tricks they planned to do.

Although because of her popularity, the lord and his lackeys no longer dared to offend her family.

But those villagers are also friends and elders she has known since childhood. If the lord goes too far towards them, Quinn will definitely not stand idly by.

With this mentality of fighting against injustice, she took a few big steps forward.

At this time, the one-armed "lord manager" shouted on the stage: "First, no matter who is responsible for the planting method or the means of production, the land rent will be reduced by one-fifth!"

"Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers burst into cheers.

"Huh?" Quinn was dumbfounded.

The lord is not here to increase the rent this time, but to reduce the rent for the tenants?

What's going on? Why did that greedy old guy suddenly change his gender?

She was wondering if she was hallucinating, and then she heard the one-armed man continue to shout loudly: "Second, the money owner's interest income, the annual interest rate must not exceed 15%!"

"Okay!" The villagers cheered again.

The rent reduction and interest rate reduction made Quinn even more confused.

And the one-armed man continued: "Third, no prepayment of ground rent is allowed!"

"Fourth, any form of blackmail and unpaid labor is prohibited. When tenant farmers borrow grain from their lords during the spring famine, they are not allowed to discount the price after the harvest!"

"Fifth, all usury and other activities are prohibited; for old debts of more than ten years, creditors may not refuse the debtor's request to suspend interest and repay the principal!"

"Sixth, the sum of interest paid by long-term borrowers must not exceed the principal!"

"seventh..."

Reducing rents and interest rates, prohibiting usury, and fighting against extortion and unpaid labor... This series of policies to benefit the people made the villagers cheer.

Quinn became more and more confused as he listened.

Is the lord mad? Why did he suddenly become so kind?

And just when she was shocked and doubtful, someone in the village had already stood up and hesitantly asked the "chief manager" on the stage on behalf of everyone:

"Mr. Oren," the villagers called the one-armed man, "the policies you mentioned are very good."

"But... will the lord really agree?"

Quinn: "???"

Wait...this...isn't this person the lord's manager?

Then he is...

"Of course the Lord is not willing." At this time, Mr. Oren was heard laughing: "But as long as we at the Irwindale Farmers Association unite, we can make him willing."

"Is it really possible, Mr. Oren? We can't defeat the lord..."

"Don't worry! We are here! I will prove to everyone today that we are capable of protecting everyone, so that everyone can stand upright in front of the lord and say no loudly!"

"...."

The conversation continues.

But Quinn's scalp was already numb.

Good guy, he, they are...rebelling?!

She is a hero in Demacia. But the folks in her hometown actually formed an underground organization called the "Owendale Farmers' Guild" and became bandits who violently resisted the lord?

"Oh my god..." Cold sweat broke out on Quinn's forehead.

She knew what fate would await her fellow villagers after this news spread.

And her parents...

By the way! Her parents are here too!

"Dad! Mom!" Quinn almost couldn't help shouting on the spot.

Thinking of the serious consequences this incident might bring to her family, she couldn't help but quietly quicken her pace, and using the cover of the lively atmosphere at the scene, she quietly dragged her parents out from the periphery of the crowd.

"Huh?" Her parents haven't reacted yet.

It was only after their daughter forcefully pulled them aside behind a big tree that they were surprised to recognize the visitor: "Quinn?"

"You're back? When did you..."

"Shh!" Quinn whispered to her parents, and then looked at the crowd over there warily.

Seeing that the villagers were still having a meeting and did not notice the movement here, she relaxed slightly, turned back to her parents and said: "Dad, Mom..."

"What are you doing here?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"What are you doing?" The old parents didn't realize why their daughter was so excited.

They looked at each other and replied in a very natural tone: "Participate in the activities of the farmers' association..."

"Activities of the farmers' association?" Looking at his innocent-looking parents, Quinn felt like he had high blood pressure.

She said bitterly: "What kind of peasant association activities... you are obviously doing, doing... ugh!"

She finally became an officer. Her parents actually became bandits.

"Dad, Mom..." Quinn said helplessly: "No matter how greedy and shameless the lord is, he is still a legal noble of the Kingdom of Demacia. How can you think of overthrowing the lord!"

"Huh?" Quinn's parents were stunned for a moment: "We didn't say we wanted to overthrow the lord... We just hope that the lord can show some kindness and reduce the interest rates and rents for the folks in Owendale."

Yes, neither the villagers nor the leaders behind these movements want to overthrow the lord now.
To be continued...