Chapter 201 Noxian Newbie

Crete is the fellow villager who followed Riven to join the army.

Although he had only recently left the countryside of Triwell, at this moment, he had completely accepted, adapted, and was grateful and proud of his identity as a soldier of the Noxian Empire.

Noxian soldiers are always superior no matter where they are.

Especially these lucky ones stationed in Piltover.

You don't have to fight hard in normal times, you just need to punch in and train on time. There are salaries, subsidies, and rest days, just like going to work.

The most important thing is that Piltover is extremely rich. Not only did the officers make a fortune after arriving, but even the low-level soldiers like them started to live a good life as the petty bourgeoisie of Piltover.

He was too lazy to touch the canned meat that he used to treasure . If he couldn't finish it, he would just throw it outside the barracks for the poor apprentices to pick up and eat. He didn't feel sorry for it at all.

Anyway, in the military camp in Piltover, the precious food that he used to have to work hard for a year to harvest was like falling from the sky, inexhaustible.

"It's great to be a soldier..."

Crete drunkenly recalled the happy life of those days.

Who would have thought that less than two months ago, he was working hard on the farm in the countryside, dodging like a mouse in front of the grain collection team... Now he is wearing that mighty and handsome red and black armor, swaggering on the streets of Piltover?

His life is almost catching up with Master Kava's... No, Master Kava is not living as well as he is now!

"Hahahaha." Crete laughed in his heart.

His comrade, who was also his squad leader and a veteran soldier, interrupted his reverie with his equally drunken voice:

"Krete, what are you daydreaming about? I'm asking you a question."

"Huh?" Crete responded.

They came out to drink together, and then they wandered around the street together, enjoying the breeze and bragging.

Just now everyone seemed to be talking about something interesting, but he was quite drunk and was in a daze.

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

"Haha." The old soldier showed an obscene smile.

He burped a lot: "New soldier, we are talking about...you are still not a rookie~"

"Hahahaha." A wicked laugh.

Crete was in great distress.

Of course he understood what the old soldier meant by "chicken".

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

"Tell me, is it you?" The old soldiers looked at him with laughter.

Seeing his embarrassed face, everyone laughed even harder: "No way, Crete? You are so old, you have never touched a woman, right?"

"I..." Krit's face flushed.

For some strange self-esteem, he had to hold back his strength and answered, "I, I'm not a virgin!"

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

"What rumor?" Crete was puzzled.

"Hehehe." Everyone laughed. "Someone saw you enter the 'Training Center for Troops' and you came out in less than 2 minutes."

"If you are not a Hina, then you must be a great wizard who is proficient in time magic...hahahaha."

Crete: “…”

He was too embarrassed to speak.

Because the rumor is true.

However, he is not a time assassin, nor does he know any Barbarian King's ultimate move.

He had just…run away.

Because when he walked into the labor camp and saw the girl whose turn it was, the girl was lying on the bed like a piece of wood, looking at him coldly with the empty eyes of a dead body.

This made Crete think of the girl next door whom he once had a crush on, the one who was kidnapped by the grain collection team.

It also made him feel scared for no reason.

He was just a new soldier after all. Apart from wasting food, he hadn't had time to learn to do anything bad.

So, Crete fled.

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

"Haha..." Crete did not argue.

Because if he told the truth, the veterans would look down on him even more.

Seeing how honest he was, everyone stopped teasing him.

They started talking about other topics, such as which girl in the USO was prettier and which girl was more popular.

This question naturally did not spare Crete: "Hey, recruit, which one do you like?"

"Uh..." Crete thought for a moment.

He said, "Number 48."

The girls in the entertainment center had their names taken away, leaving only a number.

No. 48 was the girl he saw last time. She was also the only girl he knew.

Although he escaped at that time, somehow, the girl always made him miss her.

This feeling is... complicated.

However: "Oh, No. 48, you have good taste."

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

The veteran described the details there vividly, as if he were writing a gourmet review.

Other soldiers chimed in, expressing their own experiences.

“……” Crete suddenly no longer had that thought.

He is really crazy.

I actually had an idea about toys.

"It's a pity that the girl's skin is too rough." The old soldier began to complain again: "Her skin is dark and wrinkled, there are calluses on her hands, and she always smells like dirt..."

"Haha." Crete's smile was a little forced this time.

He looked at his hands, which were also covered with dark and calloused skin.

In fact, the veterans were like this too. But they all grinned and laughed at the country girls at the USO:

"Just look at them and you can tell they're not Piltover girls at all."

"It's obvious that these slaves were bought by the Piltover guys from Shurima and Ionia to deal with us, the big guys."

Some veterans complained like this.

"Yes, yes!" Everyone was also quite dissatisfied.

They all thought: "If only someday, I could sleep with those real Piltover girls."

"Look at those girls from Piltover. They are so delicate and charming. They can sing, dance, read and write... Wow, they are just like the noble ladies from my hometown."

But Crete didn't dare to think so.

The free labor camp was something he had never dared to imagine before.

How could a country boy like him touch the eldest lady of Piltover?

"Why don't we just go to the street and rob one, then bring it back and try it out." While Crete was still thinking this, the drunken old soldier said something even more dangerous.

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

"The higher-ups have said in the past two days that Piltover is now the territory of Lord Amistan, and that we should not go too far and should be careful...what's the word..."

"Civilized, yes, pay attention to civilization."

"Fuck civilization!" The old soldier said disdainfully: "When I was fighting in Demacia, I slept with whoever I wanted. Why should I indulge these Piltover guys who have trouble even killing a chicken?"

"But..." Crete was still a little hesitant.

"Don't worry!" said the veteran, "No matter how outrageous our actions are, those Piltover law enforcement officers can't do anything to us."

"The laws of Piltover have no influence on us. Only our own military court can punish our 'crimes'."

"At worst, we can just let the military law punish us..."

According to Noxian military law, this crime of forcibly abducting a woman... is nothing.

Massacres of cities and destruction of nations are commonplace, and robbing a woman... it's just a small matter, to put it bluntly, what can it be used for?

Thinking this way, the veterans became bolder.

They walked in groups on the streets like wolves looking for prey, staring around with their bloodshot eyes.

Crete felt a little uneasy.

Because this commercial street was so prosperous, he felt that anyone on this street might be a master whom he had never dared to offend before.

Is it really okay to rob a woman in a place like this?

"Hey, Crete!"

Suddenly, the veteran patted his shoulder excitedly:

"Look at this girl, a beautiful girl like a flower~"

When Crete turned around, he saw a beautiful girl with a young face, graceful figure and elegant temperament standing in a shop called "Colin Clockwork Workshop".

A typical urban beauty.

She was the rich lady whom he had never dared to look at before.

"Hmm..." Crete swallowed subconsciously.

"Let's go! Hahaha ..." The old soldier pushed him from behind, shoving him to the front unexpectedly: "I'll take care of you, the new guy, this time. I'll let you taste the soup first!"

"I..." Crete still couldn't accept such kindness.

Because he was still very nervous.

As he looked at this luxuriously decorated clockwork puppet workshop, he felt that this was not a place where a small person like him could act recklessly.

The girl was indeed very beautiful, but too beautiful. He didn't dare to approach her.

But……

"Gentlemen..." Crete was still nervous and hesitant.

Then the owner of the shop, the girl's father, Mr. Colin, came running towards them:

"Excuse me...what do you need from my shop?"

Mr. Colin looked flattering.

Orianna hid behind the counter nervously, not daring to make a sound.

them……

"Are you afraid of me?" Crete was stunned.

His heart was pounding.

His back straightened unconsciously.

Finally, Crete looked down at his red and black armor of the Noxian army.