LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

not long ago.

Piltover University, Hextech Institute Laboratory Building.

Jess and his close research partner, Victor, have shared the same office for several years.

And this morning, when he stepped into the building facing the rising sun and returned to the door of the office, he was surprised to find that the lights in the office were still on and the door was not closed.

Pushing open the door, Jess saw Victor.

Victor was sitting quietly at his desk, as if thinking deeply about something.

At this time, his hair was disheveled, his complexion was dull, and there were heavy dark circles around his eyes.

But only those eyes were shining brightly, they were obviously covered with ferocious red blood, but they still seemed to be burning with flames.

"Victor..." Jess felt that his old friend's mental state was not good: "You didn't sleep last night?"

"Yeah." Victor nodded.

"This..." Jess looked worried.

Although it is common for scientists to stay up late, Victor used to do research all night long.

But after experiencing the unhappiness last night, Jess knew very well that what Victor researched this time might not be some Hex technology.

"Are you still thinking about that article?"

"Yes." Victor stroked the notebook lightly, his eyes focused and firm: "This author is very smart."

"He told us how the world is and why it is the way it is, but he didn't tell us what to do, how to do it."

"This is a question he left for us to think about, and I..."

"Already vaguely have an answer."

Victor raised his head and stared deeply at Jess.

From his eyes, Jess saw a kind of enthusiasm, an unprecedented enthusiasm.

Somehow this enthusiasm frightened him. But he is obviously upright and frank, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Victor, are you... in too deep?"

"That's just an article with extreme remarks." Jess couldn't help admonishing his old friend: "You won't really go to extremes and treat us business owners in Piltover as heinous villains, right?"

"We are all your friends!"

"No, on the contrary." Victor shook his head calmly.

He is enthusiastic, but not fanatical. It's even frighteningly rational: "After thinking about it, I realized that whether the problem exists or not doesn't actually depend on your personal morality. Whether you are good or bad personally, it can't affect the overall situation."

"What do you mean?"

"Jess, can I ask you a few questions?"

"This... you can ask."

"A few years ago, when your Tallis family was still running the hammer workshop, did you hire apprentices?"

"Of course I did." Jess didn't understand why he asked about it, but he answered patiently.

"How much did you pay them then?"

"This... About 10 silver wheels a week?"

"Do you think this salary is enough in Piltover?"

"Uh..." Jeston was a little embarrassed.

He has never lived 10 silver rounds a week in his life, so how does he know if it is enough?

However, the luxurious breakfast he ate today is estimated to be worth a few gold coins—according to Piltover's currency conversion, 1 gold coin is worth 20 silver wheels, and 1 silver wheel is equal to 12 copper rings.

"If they usually eat something simpler...should, it should be enough."

Jess hesitated for a long time before admitting helplessly:

"Okay, Victor, I know you're accusing my family of underpaying apprentices."

"But that's the market price, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Can't it be higher?"

"It can be a little higher...but it can't be too high."

"Why?"

"If it is too high, the cost will not be controlled, and the business will not be able to continue!"

"Why can't you go on?"

"Our Tallis family is not the only workshop that can make hammers. The cost is high and the sales are expensive. Naturally, no one will buy our hammers... We have no choice."

Jess's words got worse.

Isn't their family rich and powerful business owners? How do you talk and talk, as if you have become a slave to something?

"No, no..."

Jace couldn't accept such a weird idea.

He also didn't want to endure Victor's pointed "sarcasm".

So he subconsciously defended himself and his family:

"Victor, what you said was a few years ago!"

"Now I give our family's employees, even the lowest-level apprentices, a high salary of at least 5 gold sea coins per week!"

Jace was proud when he said this.

Because the whole of Piltover, or even the whole of Runeterra, couldn't find a more generous boss than him.

5 gold sea coins per week, not to mention Zaun people dare not think about this salary, and ordinary Picheng people dare not think about this salary.

So the whole world knows that Master Tullis is a kind man who cares about his employees and is kind and generous. If anyone is lucky enough to work in his factory, it will be smoke from the ancestral grave.

"But why?" Victor just asked in a calm tone: "Why did your family only pay apprentices a weekly salary of 10 silver rounds a few years ago, but now they are willing to offer a high salary of 5 gold sea coins? "

"Is it because you've become kinder, Jace?"

"I..." Jess was at a loss for words.

Certainly not because he was kinder.

It's because he's richer.

A few years ago, the Tallis family could only make hammers, and there were countless rivals to compete with it.

A few years later, the business of the Tallis family turned out to be the core of hex technology for driving teleportation gates and large machinery-this is Jess' exclusive scientific research achievement. Only this one, no other rivals.

A few years ago, an apprentice forged 100 hammers for his family every week, and he could only earn a few dozen silver wheels. So he can only offer a salary of 10 silver rounds.

A few years later, an apprentice only makes one hextech core for his family even a week. Selling this 1 hex core can also exchange for a terrifying profit of dozens of gold sea coins.

So of course Jess dared to pay the workers such a high salary, showing his generosity and kindness.

This does have something to do with his kindness, but is it really that important?

He just distributed a small part of the profits to the employees, and the money was not painful. In terms of share ratio, it is even lower than when only hammers were made before.

"me..."

Jess broke out in a cold sweat unknowingly.

He always thought of himself as a good guy.

When the workers praised him for his kindness and kindness, and thanked him for his great kindness, he also secretly accepted it.

But why do you feel like a hypocrite while chatting?

"am I wrong?"

"No, you're right."

Victor stood up and patted his friend on the shoulder comfortingly:

"You're a nice guy, Jace."

"You're never wrong."

"It's not your fault—"

Victor turned his head again, looking at the vast sky outside the window:

"It's this world."

"..." Jess was shocked and speechless.

He didn't know what Victor meant by that. But he instinctively sensed that this old friend was probably trying to do something dangerous.

"Victor, what on earth are you..." Jess swallowed nervously, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry..." Victor just picked up the notebook: "For now, I just want to meet the author."

"The answer I came up with is far from perfect. I think he, the person who made the question, will definitely solve my confusion."

While speaking, Victor paced and stood by the window.

The rising sun illuminated his face.

He stretched out his hand, feeling the stream of air passing between his fingers.

That's how Zaun used to pray to Janna, to the wind.

Victor wasn't praying, of course.

He is just feeling the wind, following the wind, even...leading the wind invisible.

The draft is weak.

But the wind has already blown.