LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 475

Bilgewater, Mousetown.

Drizzt came to the street shop he opened early.

He lit up the "card divination, scientific fortune-telling" signboard at the door, brewed a pot of spirit tea imported from Ionia, then casually put a deck of poker on the desk, and lazily leaned back on the boss chair , read the newspaper comfortably.

Just looking at his gentle appearance drinking tea and reading the newspaper, no one would have guessed that he was the legendary card master, the shrewdest, most cunning, and most notorious thief and gambler in Bilgewater.

At this moment, Drizzt is far away from the gambling table, and is also far away from the ups and downs in the rivers and lakes. If it weren't for his suit and leather shoes, which naturally carries a sense of elegance and mystery, then he looks like an ordinary person now. businessman.

"Ding!" The shop's welcome bell rang.

Then there was the sound of the shop door being pushed open.

"Hi, how can I help you?" Drizzt put down the newspaper casually and greeted him without raising his head.

"Whether the customer wants to count the risk of accident, or the harvest, or personal future, love and marriage"

"I want to count your fate, Tobias!" The visitor's cold shout made Drizzt's smile freeze instantly.

Not many people know his real name.And this voice.
Drizzt raised his head abruptly, and sure enough, a black muzzle had been aimed at his forehead.

The visitor was none other than his old partner who had been away for ten years, the "outlaw fanatic" Malcolm Graves.

"Malcolm." Drizzt's eyes were complicated, but his tone was as frivolous as ever: "Why do you have to hold a gun? Old friends meet, isn't it?"

"Shut up, you traitor!" Graves' eyes were filled with flames of hatred: "Tell me, why did you run away by yourself? I treated you like a brother, and you threw me to those cops?!"

He and Drizzt had been close partners in crime in the past.However, during a robbery in Noxus ten years ago, Drizzt actually greased his feet in the face of danger and left him to run away.

So, Graves has been imprisoned in that Noxian prison for ten years, until he was lucky enough to escape recently.

As soon as he escaped from Ascension, he immediately found a way to get on the sea boat to Port Piraeus, and returned to Bilgewater, his hometown, where Drizzt was most likely to haunt.

And Graves came back to find that he didn't even bother to find the traitor.

Because the advertisements with Drizzt's headshots were posted everywhere on the port of Piraeus.

Graves searched casually according to the address on the advertisement, and in less than 10 minutes, he found the traitor's shop on the busiest commercial street in Rat Town.

"Okay, you've washed your hands and gone ashore to become your boss. But what about me?"

"Ten years! Do you know how I lived these ten years? Bastard!"

Graves' mouth was like the spray gun in his hand, full of firepower.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Drizzt raised his hands helplessly.

He really wanted to explain.Even if he hadn't escaped back then, they could only have been arrested together.Moreover, he tried his best to plan several rescue operations afterwards, but unfortunately they failed.

But Drizzt knew very well that his single-minded old friend would not listen to explanations.

After all, the game does not rely on rational operations, but human sophistication.Teammates won't understand that you don't want to send the opponent a double kill, they will only blame you for selling him when you were in a team.

With Graves being so one-sided, the explanation must not make sense.Instead of trying to explain, it's better to let him have a good fight and vent his anger.

but now.
"Calm down first, put down the gun." Seeing the busy street outside the French window, Drizzt couldn't help persuading.

"Hehe." Graves sneered for a while: "Why, are you afraid? I haven't seen you for ten years, and you have become a coward!"

"No," Drizzt said helplessly, "I'm doing it for your own good, Malcolm."

"The street is full of people. You're 'robbing' shops at gunpoint in broad daylight, if anyone notices."

"Bah!" Graves spat fiercely: "Who are you scaring? I don't know how many business deals I did in Piraeus back then. When did something happen? So what if I was noticed? Is someone meddling?"

Graves is a native of Piraeus.He was born in this extrajudicial place since he was a child, and he is also used to the sturdy folk customs here.

In Piraeus, robbery is like eating and stealing is like drinking water.

There are so many shootings of all kinds, and every day is as lively as the Chinese New Year.

Having lived in this environment since childhood, Bilgewater people have long been used to the sound of gunfire.It's not a team battle with more than [-] people, or a pirate gang level fire battle, they don't bother to watch the fun.

Now Graves just rushed into a shop facing the street with a gun, and Drizzt threatened him with pedestrians on the street
"Do you think I'm a child?" Graves was about to yell at the top of his voice.

"Keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!!" Drizzt's face turned dark.If it wasn't for Graves' shotgun still pressed tightly against his forehead, he would have wished to block the idiot's mouth with playing cards now: "Break into the house, still holding a gun. I was really caught by the people in Piraeus Port, you're afraid Another ten years in prison!"

"What?" Graves thought Drizzt must be crazy.

When did Piraeus have laws?Go to jail for such a trivial matter?

"Why, don't tell me you're on the side of a captain in Piraeus port now, and you have a big brother backing you up?" He asked angrily.

"Malcolm." Drizzt sighed helplessly: "After you came out of the prison, didn't you know the outside world at all?"

"Huh?" Graves looked puzzled.

He really didn't know much about current events.As soon as he came out of the prison in Noxus, he immediately returned to Piraeus by boat.After arriving at Piraeus Port, he saw the advertisement of Drizzt's shop as soon as he got off the boat.then.
"Then you should at least see how different Piraeus is now from before?" Drizzt asked.

"This" Graves also came to his senses naively.

really.Bilgewater really isn't what he left it to be.

When he disembarked at the slaughter dock, he thought he would see rotten and smelly sea animal meat, carnivorous rats crawling all over the ground, emaciated fishermen whipped by the overseer, cheap watches at the pier, and orphans fishing in troubled waters Thieves, ostentatious pirate thugs, and rows of rotten corpses hung up for public display by gang bosses
This was the Bilgewater in his mind.

But not long ago, when Graves first disembarked, he thought for a moment that he got on the wrong ship and came to the "City of Progress" Piltover.

Slave labor, pirates, whores, thieves, orphans, gangsters...all gone.

Instead, there are a group of well-dressed fishermen, sailors, and even many foreign tourists in casual attire.

The slaughtering wharf, which used to be smelly and full of sewage, has been repaired and tidy.

The filthy and chaotic slums of Mouse Town have now turned into a well-planned, bustling and lively residential community.

Every passer-by on the street looks calm, and they are no longer like before. Walking on the street is like crossing the line of fire, and they must always be on guard against the dense gunfire that will bloom around them at any time.

The changes here are really huge.

"So what?" Graves still didn't think it would have any effect on his revenge plan: "I haven't been back to Piraeus Port for more than ten years, it's not normal that this place has changed!"

"Ten years?" Drizzt smiled helplessly.

Graves would think he was lying if he knew that all this had happened in less than two years.

After all, who would have thought that the wind of change could come so suddenly and so swiftly?
Bilgewater was liberated early, and its size and population are small, and it is a semi-industrial city with a modernization level second only to the Shuangcheng, mainly engaged in fishing, shipbuilding, and arms manufacturing.

The vast number of fishing and manufacturing workers are the most solid and reliable allies of the leader.

In front of the hundreds of thousands of fishermen united, the tens of thousands of gangsters, pirates, and gangsters with all kinds of bad records were quickly cleared and reformed like a storm.

Today, Bilgewater has completely transformed from a lair of pirates controlled by warlords to a capital of fishery and shipbuilding with a complete leadership regime.

"Times have really changed, Malcolm. Piraeus Port has not only changed its appearance. If you still think it is the original pirate lair, then you are very wrong."

"The current Bilgewater is no longer a place where you can just carry a gun and act recklessly with a dash of recklessness!"

"Don't talk about committing crimes in the street." Drizzt pointed helplessly at the poker on the table: "Even if you want to go to the casino to gamble, you still have to go in and drink tea!"

As soon as he finished this sentence, he realized that there was a mistake in his words.

Instead of going to a casino to play cards and drink tea, but now, there is no casino at all in Port Piraeus!

As soon as the leader came, he completely banned the "special service industry" that had been deformed and developed in Bilgewater.

Those women who were enslaved and controlled by gangs have turned into free men.Some of them found new jobs in the fishing factory, and some were arranged to go to other places where no one knew them, and started a new life.

And those underworld bosses who opened brothels and casinos were all put on the mast by the leaders one by one, enjoying the means they used to punish the rebels in the past.

There are no casinos in Bilgewater now.

It's a small game at a private party, but no one will check it.However, none of the fixed casinos that need an umbrella to open can be found.

Because under the determination of Janna's belief, it is absolutely impossible for any "protective umbrella" to appear in the leader's team.

"Just look at me and you'll know." Drizzt used himself to prove the thoroughness of Piraeus Port's changes.

"Do you know why I wash my hands now and come here to open a shop?"

Because he can't do his old job.

Drizzt was originally a professional gambler and gangster, relying on card magic that can reveal fate and teleportation, he roamed the gambling tables and roamed the world happily.

He used to steal from pirates, gangsters, profiteers, nobles.He has no psychological pressure to squander the money of these bad guys.

But now, Port Piraeus has become the territory of the leader, and the bad guys have disappeared in Bilgewater.

If Drizzt continues to commit crimes, he will really become a bad criminal who cut himself off from the people.

And the leader's wanted list is not so easy to get on.This group of people is too powerful, and he can't afford to offend them.

Stealing is out of the way, what about gambling?It doesn't work either.

The casino is gone, where else can he gamble?

Drizzt had nowhere to go.

Don't talk about making money from this.Sometimes when the addiction hits, he can only go to the new board game shop in Bilgewater and play a few "Happy Beans" with those little kids.

Helpless, Drizzt could only make use of his strengths, relying on the mysterious and unique card magic to open a small divination shop to make money.

Fortunately, his calculations are accurate, and the fishing industry that Piraeus mainly focuses on is a highly speculative business.

So after Drizzt changed careers and transformed, he quickly got out of the way.

Many captains will come here before going to sea, and ask him about the good or bad of the trip;
The construction engineering team from Zaun also often comes here to consult him about engineering safety.

Gradually, Drizzt even signed long-term consultancy agreements with several large fishing companies and state-owned shipyards.

Even when the navy's new ship is launched, he will be invited to tell the fortune.

"Look, even I was forced to wash my hands and become a good businessman."

"The era of fighting and killing is really over, Malcolm. Put down your weapons and don't cause trouble." Drizzt urged earnestly.

He wanted his old, stubborn friend to put the gun down quickly.No matter how bad it is: "You should at least speak softly."

"Huh?" Graves became angry when he heard it. "Who are you scaring? Cowards!"

"You are timid and afraid of the police, and you still want to scare me with this? Ha! I don't care which captain's territory is now in Bilgewater, and I don't care what bullshit new rules that guy has set up, today."

"The snake mother can't save you even if she comes today! I said so!"

He shouted excitedly, as if he was about to pull the trigger in the next second.

But at this moment.
"Robbery! Someone is robbing!" He shouted, and finally attracted the attention of passers-by outside the store.

"It's over." Drizzt stroked his forehead helplessly.

"Put down the gun, maybe it's too late for me to take you away now." He said without much hope.

Graves did not listen: "Bah! What kind of joke are you telling?"

"Do you think that these passers-by can stop my revenge? Traitor, if this is your last words, then"

He didn't even finish a sentence.

All he saw outside the store were the passers-by who he didn't pay attention to at all, those ordinary fishermen, sailors, workers, merchants, students, and tourists.
"I am the leader, come with me!" First, a man with the appearance of a fisherman stood up.

"Comrade, we are also leaders! We are here to help you!" Then a group of sailors who just landed just passed by here.

"I am the Windchaser! I can also provide support!" All the merchants across the street ran out.

There are also students passing by on their way to school, tourists from Zaun. Even the street cleaners put down their brooms and rushed over aggressively.
"You, you." Graves was a little dazed looking at this passionate group.

When did Hong Kong people have such a sense of justice?

Didn't the people of Bilgewater in the past never take a second look at orphans starving to death by the roadside?
"Boy, put down the gun and let that gentleman leave safely!" The fishermen and sailors standing in the front shouted at him without fear:

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Huh?" Graves suddenly became angry.

Although I don't understand how my fellow villagers suddenly became so nosy and so reckless.but
"Just because you trashy fish dare to threaten Lao Tzu?"

Even the fish killer at the pier dared to point his nose and scold him.Graves is an outlaw lunatic, when did he suffer from this.

"Hey!" Drizzt had already mourned for his friend in his heart.

Even the people in Port Piraeus dared to provoke Graves, so don't even think about leaving today.

Who are the people in Piraeus?

Last year's decisive victory in the battle of Balua in Ionia was won by hundreds of thousands of people from Piraeus using fishing boats.

Almost every one of them has signed up for the Temporary Sea Soldier of the Leader, and has received comprehensive ideological education and military training.

Shallow believers are everywhere here.

There are not a few devout leaders here;

Therefore, seeing Graves not only surrendered without weapons, but also dared to threaten the masses.
"Do it!" The leaders present chose to do it almost without hesitation.

They are all ordinary fishermen and sailors, mortals with weak strength.

The air current that a mortal can set up is weak.

But what about ten people?What about a hundred people?What about all the people on a street?
"Forgiveness of Goddess Janna!"

Under Graves' astonished gaze, wisps of extremely weak air currents were summoned out of thin air from the hands of those inconspicuous people in Piraeus Port, and quickly condensed into a powerful tornado storm.

Graves didn't even have time to fire back, before he was completely engulfed by the howling storm.

He was swept up into the air by the tornado, whistling and flying several big circles in Drizzt's shop, until the wind gradually weakened, he hit the ground solidly, and fell down dizzy.

"Send him to the police station!" The people in Piraeus swarmed up and captured this outlaw lunatic without injury in an instant.

"Wait, wait." Graves was still a little dizzy.

He still didn't realize why Piraeus Port became like this.

"Oh." Drizzt sighed softly.

This is just great.He broke into the house with a gun to seek revenge, and threatened the masses with a gun.

Even if he took the initiative to offer an understanding, and explained the misunderstanding carefully, according to the current law of Piraeus, Graves would definitely go in and live for a while.

He had no choice but to walk up to his friend who was firmly pinned to the ground by the crowd, and sighed helplessly: "Malcolm, be better when you go in."

"Actively work and accept transformation well."

(End of this chapter)