Everywhere his people went, the local people only cared about the foreign goods they brought, but they stayed away because of their special living customs. So no matter where they moored, their colourful sailboats were only treated for a very short time. Their elders thought this was how the world worked, but their people's indifference to prejudice and discrimination and their cowardly obedience sparked the flames of resentment and rebellion in the hearts of the youths.

One day, a group of gamblers lost all their money in the tent of the river nomads, so they came back in the dead of night to seek revenge, and they cursed and drove the river nomads back to the boat with sticks, and the boy's family was not spared. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and fought back, causing the gamblers to eat a lot of their own stuffy sticks, and finally escaped.

He was proud of himself, but found that his people all looked down on him coldly. Violent revenge violates the laws of the Great River Wanderers, for which punishment is non-negotiable, and can only be banished. His world crumbled, and the boy watched helplessly as his clansmen's sailboat abandoned him and sailed off into the distance. He had nothing and tasted loneliness for the first time.

As the boy grows into an adult, he wanders from town to town, visiting every gambling house and using his supernatural powers in solitaire to earn a living. When he encounters some people who are bombastic, arrogant, and cruel, he will also take extra care of them and help them avoid the "troubles" caused by money. Although he is always careful and will let his opponents win a few times, there will still be some opponents who cannot afford to lose and want to regain their lost wealth, so he soon learned the tricks of fighting.

At the gaming table, 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.

But his quest for a challenge didn't come to an end, and one heist went wrong and Graves was captured alive, but our players got away with it. What happened that night, and what happened to both of them, these mysteries have never been solved, because the gambler never told about it. Wanting to start over, he gave his real name back to Dahe and gave it a new name: Trist Fett – to turn his fortunes around.

Since then, Trist has continued to make a living from gambling games, from luxury casinos to humble gambling, and he makes a fortune every time he visits a new city – but no one can guess where all that money is spent (except for the fancy clothes he wears), and no one can guess why he is so obsessed with accumulating such large sums of money. More than a dozen times, he was recognized by his admirers and thrown into a cell, but none of the cells in Runeterrae had ever succeeded in trapping him. Each time, Trist would disappear the next morning, leaving behind only an iconic card as proof of his visit.

Trist came and went almost without a trace, and many people allegedly cornered him at one time or another, but each time he disappeared into thin air. This skill is simply too useful for someone who has made countless people dream of wealth and fortune......

The glory of fortune" every pair of eyes in the casino were staring at Trist. He 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 Henma. ”

"I don't need you to teach me, rat. Hengma 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 tricks can fool me. ”

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

"Wouldn't it? Then why did you aim around?" said Henma. "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. Are they employed by Hengma to protect property? Not like that. People like Hengma, 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. Henma's tone was marked by the arrogance and contempt of his kind.

"Shall we have something more interesting, then, sir?" replied Trist, as he arranged the cards in an arc and watched the bounty hunter slowly approach. "How about doubling?" read the latest chapter of "The Strongest Xueba's Corpse Kun System Claw Book House" for free for the first time.