The patron saint of Zaun, Janna is real.

Not many people in Zaun believed this, but many people in Piltover believed it.

Because the last time Janna appeared before humans was more than 200 years ago.

And there are not many in Zuan... No, it should be said that Zuan does not exist at all, that kind of family that can last stably for more than 200 years.

But this is not a problem at all for the big Piltover family, especially the MPs here.

Not to mention... Heimerdinger is still sitting here.

His life span may be longer than the family history of some of the congressmen here. The history of mankind is a diary for him.

"Janna is indeed real." Heimerdinger recalled with a hint of sadness: "I was even present at the canal explosion more than 200 years ago."

“During the excavation process of the cross-sea canal, the underground rock structure of the construction area had been severely damaged.”

"So after the explosion, the shock wave of the explosion directly destroyed the underground rock formations, causing a large area of ​​land south of the Piart River to collapse and sink -"

"It even sank below the sea level, to a depth of tens of meters."

"So thousands of people were trapped in the collapsed underground, caught in the turbulent waves coming from all directions. They could do nothing but struggle to their death and pray."

"Then... Janna showed up."

Having said this, Heimerdinger finally smiled:

"Janna used the airflow to condense a nearly solid wall of wind, blocking the incoming waves."

"Billions of tons of seawater, or in other words, the entire sea, were held firmly by her roaring winds, until thousands of people escaped safely from the collapsed underground."

Use the wind to hold up an ocean, and it can hold on until thousands of people escape.

What kind of terrifying divine power is this?

"Even the Noxus Empire would never want to offend such a god." Mel commented in a subtle tone.

The congressman who had fiercely opposed the leader before felt even more guilty after hearing this.

"No, that's not the case... then Levi claims to be Janna's God's Chosen, does that mean he is really Janna's God's Chosen?"

"Can't you say for sure?" Mel reminded: "Don't forget, the element Levi controls is...wind."

"And I have briefly investigated his background - he is from Zu'an, an apprentice, semi-literate, and has never received any formal education in literature and history. With his identity, background and cultural foundation, it is absolutely impossible for him to write this book "Gha" "A Brief Introduction to Na's Thoughts."

"Here, this could be someone ghostwriting it...right?" Cold sweat quietly broke out on the congressman's forehead.

Although he was still objecting, his voice was much weaker.

After all... don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

"So we have to try to figure this out, don't we?" Miss Meyer smiled lightly, prepared.

Then, she took the lead in raising her hands and expressing her stance to everyone:

"I proposed to divide the Iron Fist Gang's territory between Miss Caitlin and the Leader Organization, but——"

"There are underworld gangs and white gangs. For social impact considerations, law enforcement officers cannot get involved in the conflicts between them and the Iron Fist Gang."

"To get this land, they have to do it themselves."

This was originally what Caitlin and others had in mind from the beginning.

Mel seemed to fully agree with Caitlin and the leader's request.

"That's...ok!" But after everyone thought about it for a moment, they understood Miss Meyer's intention:

After agreeing to allocate the territory to the leader, the two sides have not yet formally broken up.

Let the leader fight for territory with the Iron Fist Gang, and then he can use the help of the Iron Fist Gang to test out the leader's true strength.

If the gang leader Avery can be more ambitious and beat all the leaders to the ground, then the congressmen can indirectly verify whether the goddess Janna will really show up to protect them.

"I agree." Gila Mann was only worried about her daughter, not her daughter's friends. She knew that even if she gave Iron Fist 10,000 courages, they would not dare to hurt Caitlin.

"I...agree too." Heimerdinger also agreed. In his opinion, this was the best condition he could obtain for Victor.

At least, the Piltover Council is not directly hostile to the Windleader yet.

"Okay, let's try to see how much Levi weighs!" 4 votes.

“The Iron Fist Gang has reaped so many benefits, it’s time to use some of their remaining energy before they die.” 5 votes.

"I still have the same opinion. Their theory is dangerous but beneficial and can be exploited." 6 votes.

"Me too." 7 votes.

Passed unanimously.

The Piltover Council temporarily allowed the existence of the Wind Leader, and also agreed to transfer the Iron Fist Gang's territory to the jurisdiction of Caitlin and the Wind Leader.

But these territories need to be captured by the leader himself from the Iron Fist Helper.

It looks like a happy ending for everyone.

The regular meeting ended successfully, and the members bid farewell to Mel and left.

But Mel was not in a hurry to leave. She was still sitting leisurely in front of the round table in the parliament, flipping through the booklet in her hand that she had read several times with great interest.

It wasn't until everyone left that she waved to the maid to come forward:

"Arrange some manpower to send some 'gifts' to the Iron Fist Gang."

"Miss? What are you..." The maid was a little confused.

Then Councilor Meyer sighed in a funny tone: "Do you think that just with Iron Fist Avery's little ability, you can force out a mage's trump card?"

"If we don't give the Iron Fist Gang some gifts, how can they help us test out the true strength of the Wind Leader?"

"I understand." The maid understood quickly.

"Be careful to do it secretly and don't show your tail."

"Please don't worry, Miss Mel." The maid understood: "I will never let anyone find out that the Myrdalda family is funding the Iron Fist Gang."

"Very good." Mel nodded with satisfaction.

Then, she returned her gaze to the book in her hand, holding the "Brief Description of Janna's Thoughts" and reading it carefully.

"Miss?" the maid asked curiously: "Aren't you going back yet?"

"It's relatively quiet here, so I can read a book. If I go back, something will always bother me."

Mel sighed to the maid who had been with her for many years, just like chatting with a friend.

After saying that, she raised the book in her hand and asked the maid: "By the way, how do you read this book?"

"Me?" The maid thought for a moment: "I think these are the ravings of a madman."

"Human beings are born unequal. There are strong and weak. The strong are like gods, and the weak are like ants. The strong live, and the weak die."

"The law of nature is the law of the jungle. How can we build a world where everyone is equal and free?"

Well, standard Noxian values.

Mel curled his lips in disappointment, but didn't criticize anything.

She just caressed the small page in ecstasy and said to the maid:

"I think this booklet is well written. I enjoyed reading it."

"Leader...ha, what a coveted organization."

"This..." The maid couldn't understand: "But Miss Mel, you just..."

Just now I was thinking of secretly sending equipment to the Iron Fist Gang to cause trouble for the Wind Leader.

"This is not a contradiction."

Mel slowly put down the book and sighed in a complicated tone:

"Who doesn't like to hear fairy tales?"
Chapter completed!