Chapter 205: How to Make Noxians Understand Equality
"I see." 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, or even had contact with it.
So even if promotional materials of the leader were really found in someone's home, there would be nothing strange about it.
The presence of these promotional materials actually shows that the owner is unlikely to be a spy for the leader. After all, no spy would be stupid enough to hide such obvious contraband in his home.
It is very likely that Mr. Colin and Miss Orianna only collected the promotional materials and theoretical books of Leader, but did not destroy them promptly and thoroughly enough.
Marit guessed the truth.
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 looked 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 someone, arrest me."
"I am willing to admit that I am the leader's spy."
"Anyway, all you want is a result that doesn't damage Noxus's reputation. It doesn't matter who you capture, right?"
"No!" Orianna yelled.
She rushed forward like crazy and stood in front of her father: "It's me! Those books are mine, they are mine! If you want to catch someone, catch me..."
"Orianna." Mr. Colin looked at his daughter sadly.
"Dad, I'm sorry." Orianna also choked up.
As she spoke, she actually took out from the inner pocket of her clothes a copy of "A Brief Account of Janna's Thoughts" which was intact and was always kept close to her.
"See?" Orianna said firmly, "I am the leader! I am!"
This scene touched Riven.
She really wanted to tell them...
"Don't argue." Marit told her the cruel truth: "Neither of you can escape anyway."
Orianna was struck by lightning.
Mr. Colin, who was already in despair and ready to die, opened his eyes wide again.
"Why? You should know that this piece of promotional material doesn't prove anything! We are not the leaders at all!"
"Don't you just want a result of 'the spy was caught' to maintain your image? Then isn't it enough to just arrest me?"
Mr. Colin asked angrily.
But Riven just remained silent, as if she had seen too much and her expression was numb.
Marit told him: "Capture the father and leave the daughter alive? What's the point of letting her live? Spend the rest of her life seeking revenge on Noxus?"
"Sorry, we won't do such a stupid thing."
Noxians always create hatred. And hatred always bites back at the empire.
Therefore, they have already mastered the method of preventing hatred from being passed on to the next generation on a physical level.
Colin, Orianna: " ..."
"Take it away." Marit didn't even raise his eyes.
"Where are you taking it?" The soldiers licked their tongues excitedly.
They looked at Orianna's delicate and pitiful face and suddenly remembered why they came here in the first place.
Now Orianna was still taken away by them, then: "Commander, this Piltover girl..."
"Get lost!" Marit looked at them coldly, "Do you think you'll be fine now that the matter has been settled?"
"General Amistan has ordered the rectification of military discipline, and you still dare to commit crimes in defiance of the order - go back and receive fifty military sticks, and lie in bed for the next few days to reflect on your actions!"
"Yes..." The soldiers nodded timidly.
But they still had some evil intentions: "What are you going to do with this little girl, sir?"
Colin and Orianna are also concerned about this issue.
But Marit only glanced at Orianna calmly, with a cold expression as if she was looking at an object: "Recycle it and send it to the USO."
"Yes!" The soldiers howled like wild beasts.
"You, you... bastards!" Mr. Colin finally exploded completely.
His flattery was useless, his patience was useless, and his silence was useless. Only by exploding in silence... was still useless.
The gap in strength is just too big.
Even Crete, a farmer from the Noxian countryside, could hold down the frail man with one hand.
He could only watch as the demons approached Orianna and sent his beloved daughter to the devil's lair.
"Wait." At the critical moment, it was Riven who spoke.
"I want to have a good talk with her," she said suddenly.
"Hmm?" Marit was slightly stunned.
Looking at Orianna's tearful face, she smiled jokingly: "Why, Riven, are you attracted to this Piltover girl?"
Marit walked forward and lifted Orianna's . "This girl is really pretty. It's a bit of a waste to send her to the USO."
"Riven, if you are really interested in her, just take her back and make her your slave."
"That's not necessary." Riven shook her head.
She was not interested in Orianna as a person, she was only interested in the leader:
"This is the first time I've seen a leader. Well...if she really is that."
Although Amystan ordered that Noxian soldiers were not allowed to come into contact with the theories of the Leader, Riven was not shy about it.
Anyway, those soldiers didn't dare to report her as the legion commander, and Marit was her best friend.
So she walked forward and snatched the book "A Brief Account of Janna's Thought" from Orianna's hand.
Then, she tried to flip it over...
Hmm, I totally don't understand.
Riven, whose educational level is equivalent to that of an elementary 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 said through gritted teeth.
"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 more easily. You won't have to suffer in the hospital."
Orianna gnashed her teeth in hatred.
She looked at Marit and Riven with hatred, as if she were looking at two demons in human skin.
Marit was unmoved.
Riven's eyes were a little evasive, 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.
The fact that she had a little hesitation at this moment was a sign of her humanity.
In the end, Orianna had no choice but to answer:
"We..." The theory is difficult to explain at the moment.
Orianna had to first explain the ultimate goal of Janna's theory and talk about the ideal world that the leader pursued.
"Material is extremely abundant, people are highly conscious, each takes what he needs and does his best..."
"There is no class distinction, everyone is equal?"
Hearing this, especially the word "equality", except for Riven who remained silent as if thoughtful, Marit, Crete, and all the Noxians present... couldn't help but laugh out loud.
“Hahahaha.” Marit laughed the loudest: “What a foolish dream!”
"Everyone is born unequal, how can everyone be equal? You are just a bunch 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 a slightly murderous look from her was enough to make Orianna tremble instinctively:
"You can't even stand in front of me, why do you think you have equal personality with me?"
It's a joke that an ant wants to be on an equal footing with an elephant.
Noxians don't believe this.
Including Riven.
Although she did not mock Orianna out loud, she also had strong doubts about what Orianna said.
So this is the theory of the leader.
It sounds like a joke...
But... they are just some jokes. I don't think they have any brainwashing effect.
Why didn't General Amistan dare to let them understand what she was afraid of?
Riven got the answer, but became more confused.
At this time, Orianna seemed to help her solve some of her doubts:
"You Noxians only believe in power. You think you can do whatever you want with power, right?" the girl suddenly asked.
"Yes." Marit said, "If you have power, you can do whatever you want!"
Orianna stopped arguing and just looked at these Noxians angrily:
"Then what right do you have to laugh at the leader's beliefs?"
"According to your theory of the survival of the fittest, as long as the Wind Leader is powerful enough, even you, Noxus, will have to submit to the rules set by the Wind Leader, right?"
"We say everyone is equal, and that means everyone is equal—as long as we are strong enough!"
