After Graves left, Trist was silent for a long time. He wants to start over, and he's already given his real name back to Big River with a new name: Trist Fett – to turn his fortunes around. He will be the one who controls his life. Why did he work with that man, let him think about it.

At the orphanage, he meets a guy named Graves, who finds someone who smells like him and joins forces with him. In the years that the two of them have been acting together, they have been feasting on the continent of Valoran. Every time he goes out of his way, every time he robs, every time he hides from the world, he is always looking for a more dangerous and exciting challenge, so that the card of fate will bend to his will. yes, let the cards of fate turn with me.

He closed his eyes, and for the first time, began to foresee.

Graves was besieged in an empty bar, bleeding from a dozen wounds, and a group of armed men barricaded outside waiting to kill him. Graves isn't in a good place right now, but he's been in a worse situation, so he doesn't feel worried right now. He leaned over the bar, picked himself up a bottle of wine, glanced at the logo, and sighed.

"Oh, it's really his style, he's surrounded."

Four men crouched behind makeshift bunkers: two hid on the second floor of the ornate shop directly opposite, and two hid in the shadows of the side corridors. All with crossbows or Mauser shotguns, ready to go.

Eight of the same level exists, he may not be able to do it alone, but isn't there still me? Damn it, this madman! Am I going to go to him?

"Goddess of Victory, smiling!" Trist chuckled, and the cards flipped over.

Graves was besieged in an empty bar, bleeding from a dozen wounds, and a group of armed men barricaded outside waiting to kill him. Graves isn't in a good place right now, but he's been in a worse situation, so he doesn't feel worried right now. He leaned over the bar, picked himself up a bottle of wine, glanced at the logo, and sighed.

"Demacia? That's all you have here? ”

"It's the most expensive bottle in my house," said the bar owner, shivering as he hid under the bar, the broken glass around him sparkling in a sea. Graves looked around and smiled wryly at the dilapidated bar.

"I'm sure it's your last bottle of wine."

The bar owner was covered in the word "panic". He was clearly not used to his bar being the scene of a shootout. This is not Bilgewater, where bar fights don't get ten times a day, and no one dies. This is Pittwolf, a city much more civilized than the old home of Graves. At least in some ways.

He bit the cork with his mouth, spit it on the floor, and then, following the example of the rich men, took a sip of wine, smacked it for a long time, and then swallowed it in his stomach.

"A smell of urine," he said, "but how can a beggar pick and choose, eh?" ”

A voice suddenly shouted from outside the broken window, and when I heard it, I knew it was a fake trick to rely on the strength of the crowd.

"Give up, Graves. Seven of us for one for you. It's definitely not enough to eat and walk around. ”

"That's right!" Graves roared back. "If you want to make it home alive, you'd better call more people!"

He took another big puff and placed the bottle on the bar.

"It's time to work," he muttered to himself, grabbing his one-of-a-kind shotgun from the bar.

Graves shoved the brand-new bullet into the chamber of his gun with a crisp clicking sound that was deadly and loud enough to be heard outside the window. All who know him know what that means.

"We've been chasing you all over the world, you bastard," the same voice shouted again. "The bounty order didn't say that it must be caught alive. So you come out honestly and raise your cannon above your head, and everyone won't have to see blood. ”

"Oh, I'll be right out," Graves shouted. "What are you anxious about?"

He pulled a few silver snake coins out of his pocket and tossed them at the bar. The silver coin swirled and slid across the rum-spilled countertop, face up. A trembling hand reached over and touched the silver coin. Graves smiled.

"Use it to buy the front door of your house." He said.

"The main entrance of my house?" The bar owner asked.

Graves kicked the bar door with a flick, then leaped out of the mutilated door frame. He rolled and fell to one knee, his shotgun raised to his waist, tongues of fire spewing like lightning.

"Come on, dog thing!" He roared. "Let's break it!"

In the dark night sky, a golden light flashed. A pitch-black and ethereal pupil appeared above everyone's head. I don't know what it is, as if they were under God's gaze. The bounty hunters were terrified. So they all put down their weapons and looked at the sky around them in confusion.

But Graves, who was hiding behind the bar in the tavern, silently pulled out the grenade on his waist, and he looked indifferently at the position of the bow of the ship, which was the breath of magic. It was he who came, and saw a golden pillar of light pouring down from the sky, and in the light there were one card phantom after another, and a void figure slowly emerged from the pillar of light. When the light dissipated, a man in a black cloak appeared in everyone's sight. Countless cards floated around him, like a smart elf. He turned around and flicked three cards out of his sleeve. Out of nowhere, Sansheng snorted, and the stunned bounty hunters finally came back to their senses.

"The goddess of victory is smiling." The corners of Trist's mouth turned into a smile again.

"Ha, I knew you would come back!" Graves leapt from behind the bar, his massive shotgun roaring.

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Fatina City, is a resource town in the north of Noxus, bordered by the Iron Ridge Mountains in the north, the border of war in the south, and the roaring swamp in the east. The abundance of minerals brought with it the production of a large number of factories and the flow of gold coins.

There is a famous manor house outside the city of Fatina, which is full of people and all dressed in gorgeous clothes, but every now and then strange cars drive out of the backyard in a suspicious manner. Underneath the manor there is a large underground structure. It used to be the first mining pit, but with hundreds of years of development, the earliest ore veins have been excavated, and the mine tunnels that once brought various colors of metals are now decorated with gold and glory, becoming a famous underground gambling city in the mainland - the glory of wealth.

Those plain white hands seemed to be carved from white jade, without a trace of blood, but the moment the table cards were lifted, he was always the winner. He is Trist Fett, the man who turned his fortunes around. "You know what? If you can't lose, then don't call it a bet. ”

On this very day, every pair of eyes in the Glory of Fortune casino were staring at Trist.

Trist sensed that many of the old patrons in the casino had a mixture of jealousy and excitement in their eyes, or viciously wanted to see him lose everything on the last card.

In addition to the greed that is commonplace in casinos, Trist senses a peculiar aura hidden in the crowd, as if a rope is slowly wrapping around his neck. The cards are restless, warning him of the dangers around him. He knew he should fold as soon as possible, and his pursuers could close the net at any time, but he now had a chance to impoverish the guy on the other side, and the temptation was too much to resist.

He looked at his home and smiled. In front of him sat a greedy merchant whose fortune was all built on the whip of a slave miner. He wore a noble robe: Freljord mink, hand-sewn leather in the style of Bilgewater. He wore blood gold rings on each of his fingers, and each one was worth more than most people had ever seen in a lifetime. The earthenware pipe in his mouth emitted exotic green smoke, and in front of him was a pile of all kinds of riches, coins, jewels, and bills, which looked like a treasure trove of pirates.

Trist nodded to the merchant. "I think it's time for you to follow, Boss Hunter."

"I don't need you to teach me, dead mouse." Hunter said. At this time, Trist began to draw a spiral trajectory on the back of his cards with his tattooed fingers. "Don't think your little trick can fool me."

"Fooling you?" Trist was surprised, exuding a simple and direct confidence in his gestures. "I solemnly declare that I will never use such a disgraceful and shallow trick."

"Won't it? So why are you aiming around? Hunter said. Listen, I've dealt with all kinds of people, and I know best what it's like to be cornered. ”

Trist smiled slyly, played with the cards in his hand, and took off his wide-brimmed hat in an exaggerated pose.

"Sir, good eyesight. I got it. He said, scanning the crowd around him. As always, there is a group of guys who love to take advantage of it, hoping that the winner will reward them generously. When Trist's gaze fell somewhere, the cards in his hand suddenly trembled, and the smell of spoiled milk came to his mouth. He was all too familiar with the signs – riots followed every time they felt like this.

There it is. A man with an eye patch and a woman with fiery red hair. They must have been armed, and they knew his slippery nature. Has he seen them? Probably not. Were they employed by Hengma to protect their property? Not like that. People like Hunter, the people they bring will definitely show off to everyone to see. That's a bounty hunter. The cards in Trist's hand grew more and more alert. He received his cards together and laid them flat on the table.

"Your expression tells me that you know you've lost." Hunter's tone was marked by the arrogance and contempt of his kind of people.

"Shall we have something more interesting, then, sir?" Trist replied, arranging the cards in an arc as he watched the bounty hunter slowly approach. "How about doubling?"

"Do you have that much money?" Hunter asked suspiciously.

"Well said." Trist said, staring into Hunter's eyes as he pulled a heavy pack of coins from his oversized coat pocket. "How?"

Hunter licked his lips and snapped his fingers. A servant offered a bag of coins of the same size from behind him. The patrons of "The Glory of Wealth" sighed in unison, and the mountain of gold in the middle of the table was larger again. The wealth here is enough to provoke any war in history over money.

"You show your cards first," Hunter said.

"That's the way it works," Trist agreed. At the same time, the bounty hunters acted.

The man with the blindfold came back to him with a noose. The woman called out his name as she pulled out a pair of pistols.

Trist kicked the table flying, and a table full of coins, cards, and bills fell from mid-air. The sound of the pistol was deafening, and a fist-sized hole was punched in the table. The blindfolded man only felt the noose in his hand tighten. But when the dust settles and the screams subside, Trist is gone.

Hunter stood up, unable to find his opponent, and then his face was bruised and furious. He looked down and saw the shards of the table. A face was as pale as a dead man in an instant.

"Where's my money?" He shouted. "Where's my money?"

On the floor of "Glory of Fortune", there are only five cards, face up.

A sure-win deck.

The next day, several orphanages around the city of Fadina received more or less donations.