"For example, many students are quick to criticize and excel at theory, but they are clumsy in practice. Meanwhile, the workers generally lack deep ideological understanding and cannot take charge independently. This has led to a persistent shortage of qualified propaganda personnel."
"Or, for instance, the students planned to start a publication and create literary and artistic works for propaganda. However, they have generally lived in Piltover for a long time and are too deeply influenced by the campus environment. The articles, music, and plays they create all suffer from being detached from the masses and overly highbrow."
"On the other hand, the workers generally lack the education to shoulder the heavy responsibility of literary and artistic propaganda."
"Another example: some students, failing to properly convey our message, handed out relief funds to struggling apprentices out of sympathy. As a result, the workers, who generally haven't realized the class nature of the Windguides, treated us like kind-hearted Piltovan lords doing charity."
"Some of the Windguides' working groups have completely turned into cash-dispensing charity organizations. The staff within these groups have practically become charity commissioners handing out relief funds."
"Apprentices coming to participate in activities also seem to be doing so exclusively for the relief money. There have even been bizarre occurrences where people arrive and refuse to take a seat, insisting they must be paid before they sit down to listen to the lecture."
"Even more outrageously, some local hooligans specifically come over to feign misery and beg for money. If they don't get paid, they gather a crowd and make a scene. Our staff had to resort to cold threats, and even leveraged Miss Caitlyn's connections to call in Enforcers just to barely bring the situation under control."
The Windguides' propaganda efforts toward Zaunites ultimately requiring Piltovan Enforcers to maintain order—this was simply dark humor.
"And these absurd situations have, in turn, dampened the Windguides' enthusiasm. It has caused everyone to question and distrust the masses, leaving them disheartened about the struggle."
"Furthermore..."
"Opening cheap restaurants and daily goods stores in the Zaunite communities and factory districts was originally our best way to approach Zaunite apprentices outside of our own factories."
"But due to a lack of qualified management personnel, there are often problems with pricing standards."
"If the price is too low, merchants buy up the goods to scalp for profit;"
"If the price is too high, approaching or even exceeding the market price, it not only fails to attract the workers' attention but actually makes them suspect our motives."
"..."
Janna listed many problems in one breath.
But as Levi listened closely, his brows did not furrow too tightly.
These problems sounded serious, but they were actually just jokes born from the Windguides' lack of experience.
It couldn't be helped.
The Windguides had only been established for a little over a week. They couldn't exactly demand that all the students have over five years of experience in propaganda work, could they?
"I think these problems have come at the perfect time," Levi said, displaying quite a spirit of optimism.
In his eyes, this wasn't a case of constant trouble and struggling to move forward.
This was called blazing a trail through the wilderness.
Having problems was a good thing. Only with problems could people be trained.
"These issues will naturally improve over time."
"The important thing is to let everyone learn lessons and summarize their experiences through practice, constantly improving and elevating themselves, and then continuously adjusting their work strategies based on the actual situations they encounter."
Levi sighed with full confidence.
But Janna reminded him with a solemn tone, "Mr. Summoner, the biggest problem lies precisely here."
"The current Windguide Association seems to completely lack the ability to self-improve and adjust strategies."
Improving plans and adjusting strategies meant that everyone not only needed to have a strategy, but also had to reach a consensus on a good strategy and execute it united as one.
To sum it up simply, it required a qualified organizational decision-making mechanism.
And the Windguides currently had no such mechanism at all.
"We have developed too fast, Mr. Summoner."
"A week ago, the Windguides only had sixty official members. Through the direct command of you and Vice President Viktor, it could operate flexibly and efficiently."
"But now, we already have five hundred and twenty-one official members."
With so many people, Levi couldn't micromanage them all by himself.
Yet the Windguides were still the same as they were a week ago. Aside from the President and Vice President, there wasn't even an internal hierarchical structure or management framework.
"Currently, the management of the Windguides is extremely chaotic."
"We simply divided them into a few working groups based on different areas of responsibility—communities, factories, and schools."
"And out of the principle of internal democracy, no clear leaders or persons in charge were established within the working groups. Planning and decision-making regarding problems rely entirely on internal discussions and raising hands to vote among the group members."
This method worked fine at first. Because at the beginning, each group only had a dozen or so people, so they could just discuss things and get them done.
But a few days later, with the spread of Janna's faith, these working groups absorbed more and more official members, and the numbers gradually expanded from a dozen to dozens.
The two working groups responsible for propaganda on university campuses now had an astonishing hundred-plus official members each.
"Over a hundred people having a meeting together, without a single leader among them, without anyone who has the final say..."
"That scene..." Having witnessed it firsthand, the Goddess Janna couldn't help but complain, "It's honestly more chaotic than monkeys fighting over food."
"At first, they could discuss things properly."
"Later, when they encountered some deeper differences of opinion, they started arguing."
"The arguments escalated into insults, and even personal attacks."
"And then, a group would naturally split into several different factions based on their differing opinions, slamming tables, throwing leather shoes, splashing cold water, and even engaging in group brawls in the meeting room."
"After a whole day of meetings, aside from three people being hospitalized with minor injuries and five others sustaining slight injuries, they didn't finalize a single decision."
Levi: "..."
Good heavens, he had only been leading this team for a week... how had they become even more incompetent than the Piltover Council?
"The problem still lies with me." As the leader, Levi was the first to self-reflect.
He had originally intended to let everyone show their abilities in their work first before building the internal organization. This would also make it easier for everyone to elect cadres who truly won people's hearts and had real skills.
But he hadn't expected the Windguides to grow so fast.
The management of just one President and one Vice President simply couldn't keep up with the administrative needs after the population boom.
Not to mention, the two of them...
One was in prison, busy writing theoretical articles in his cell.
The other was a scientist, busy researching weapons to help the Windguides build an armed force.
One held a pen, the other held a gun; both were important, and neither could be set aside.
And human energy has its limits.
Busy with their own work, the two of them had even less time to manage the Windguide Association.
"Not only that." Janna brought even worse news. "The 'moderate version' of the propaganda pamphlet you compiled earlier has already caused a severe ideological divide within the Windguides."
Although the veteran members of the Windguides all knew this was Levi's diversionary tactic—a smokescreen to buy time.
They all knew the Windguides' true goal was to fight for Zaun's independence through armed struggle.
But the new members generally didn't know that.
"Some of them are moderates who believe the entire contents of the pamphlet, while others are natural radicals who agree with Janna Thought but reject the 'nonviolent' route."
"As a result, we naturally split internally into moderate and radical factions—they now hold meetings almost every day, wasting a massive amount of time on this topic."
"In just a few short days, the opposition between them has become increasingly obvious, and the conflicts have grown more severe."
"It started with discussions, then arguments, then throwing accusations at each other... In the end, it even reached the bizarre point where someone formally requested a vote to expel dissidents from the Windguides."
"Fortunately, Professor Viktor intervened in time, preventing it from actually happening."
"This..." The more Levi listened, the worse he felt.
Ideological divisions, factional opposition, coupled with a decentralized voting decision mechanism... it would be a miracle if this didn't end in disaster!
"It seems I can't stay in this prison any longer."
If he kept lying here writing articles, the Windguides would end up destroying themselves.
These problems had to be solved immediately.
"Has the special pardon Caitlyn applied for on my behalf been approved yet?" Levi asked.
"Not yet," Janna replied. "But Miss Caitlyn said her mother has already agreed to sign it."
"Good. Tell everyone—I'm coming back."
Saying this, Levi sat up from the narrow bed in his cell.
He casually dispelled his magic, removing the vacuum soundproof headphones so he could hear sounds again.
Then Vi's full-throated cursing rang out once more: "Levi, fuck you!"
"Hey, hey... are you still cursing?"
Levi helplessly pushed open the iron cell door, stepped across the corridor, and walked right up to Vi.
The two, who had been chatting for a week, finally met face-to-face.
"What the f—" Vi was about to curse again, but her eyes widened in disbelief. "Levi..."
"H-How did you get out of your cell?!"
"Rotting iron doors could never hold back the winds of change."
Levi smiled faintly and waved his hand, fanning out a current of air.
The airflow surged precisely into the lock like a slithering snake, manipulating the mechanism inside.
With a click, the cell door opened.
"Vi, let's go." With no more high walls or iron bars between them, Levi smiled at her face-to-face.
"G-Go where?" Vi was still shocked and uncertain.
Levi slowly floated off the ground, reaching out to point high above at the prison's ventilation skylight:
"I'm taking you to walk—"
"The 'clear path' you asked me for."