Tristan, a kind-hearted NPC, guided her from the beginning, and she did not encounter other players during this period.
It means that the information he shared is, in essence, a little secret that belongs only to the two of them.
No other player knows this secret.
This means that if she goes to Tristan's house, she won't be found by any other players.
As long as she is not discovered on the way there, she can completely isolate the disputes between the players on Wuwu Island.
"Islanders will not allow passers-by into their houses."
Therefore, no player will think that others can enter the NPC's home.
After counting silently for a quarter of an hour, Xin Zhixia listened carefully and found no movement before quietly opening the door.
Now, she should be about to walk out of the church.
The time wasted on the pile of glass was not long, a quarter of an hour should be enough.
Opening a small gap, Xin Zhixia leaned over and squinted one eye to carefully check the situation outside.
After seeing a wooden chair swaying not far away, he silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Not even the position of the chair changed at all.
The fear made her even more certain of something.
Xin Zhixia turned around and took back her precious flag.
To be cautious, I didn't forget to pick up the extinguished oil lamp, opened the door and walked out.
He turned around and carefully closed the door, placed the oil lamp in its original position, and then lit it again.
After doing all this subconsciously, Xin Zhixia couldn't help but froze for a moment, silently looking back at the chair.
Smooth out the traces that have appeared for your own safety.
But... I always feel something is weird.
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After Xin Zhixia walked out of the church, she didn't see anyone else.
The ride to Tristan's house was uneventful.
The foursome, plus their former selves, turned left immediately after exiting the church door. Their goal was clear and they did not hesitate at all.
Walking in a dim environment, Xin Zhixia paid great attention to her steps, while her mind was thinking about how to communicate with the kind Tristan.
"Mr. Tristan, please take me in."
He had never been so humble before.
It is a quite novel experience to ask an NPC so sincerely for the first time.
I saw a familiar courtyard appearing in the distance.
Xin Zhixia felt like her eyes were filled with tears, as if she was timid about being close to home, more like finding hope again when she was desperate.
The courtyard was built by oneself, and the unique torch of Wuwu Island was tied to the door.
Xin Zhixia stared at the lit torch, guessing that it meant someone was at home.
After all, when she and Tristan passed by before, the torch at the door was not lit.
This courtyard is monotonous and clean, with no decorative objects and only a big tree in the corner.
It is not clear whether the big tree has lush branches and leaves, but it can only be seen that the trunk is thick and requires two people to hug it.
A small area was circled on the flat ground. Its function was unknown, but she couldn't help but guess its purpose.
The NPC I saw in the crematorium did not call Tristan by his name, but called him the old knight.
The answer that flashed through my mind was the training ground.
Xin Zhixia walked to the door and knocked politely.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
The waiting time was not long, almost only three seconds passed before the door opened.
Without even asking, Tristan just chose to open the door and welcome people.
Seeing her, Tristan made a confused sound.
"Passers-by?"
The person in front of me was resting at home, but he was still wearing a worn-out knight uniform.
The baggy clothes made his body look even thinner. In contrast to the haggard face, there was a hint of brightness in his eyes.
Seeing a familiar face, Xin Zhixia was stunned for a moment, raised the corner of her mouth, and asked kindly: "Mr. Tristan, can you take me in?"
Tristan nodded, his voice hoarse.
"come in."
After saying that, he turned around and walked in.
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes relaxed.
"Thank you, Mr. Tristan."
Although Tristan was gentler than other NPCs, she didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to.
Entering the house, Xin Zhixia glanced subconsciously.
Swords and shields were hung on the wall directly opposite the entrance, and a spear stood in the corner. Next to it was a high and narrow wooden table with a stack of papers on it.
In addition, there is a huge wooden box in the corner.
Nearby, there is a square table with three wooden chairs.
This is not the point.
The key point is that Xin Zhixia glanced around and saw keenly that there was a teapot and two teacups on the square table.
Steam came out of the teapot, which was obviously freshly brewed tea.
The two teacups were filled with tea, which was also filled with hot steam.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, her step forward paused momentarily, and she immediately retracted her foot and stopped in place.
At this time, Tristan had already taken his seat. Seeing this, he raised his eyes faintly and looked over.
Xin Zhixia's mind changed rapidly and she smiled.
"Mr. Tristan, do you live by yourself?"
Tristan nodded in agreement.
"certainly."
His tone was firm, and his cloudy eyes were clear.
Xin Zhixia's smile froze and she asked again with unclear meaning.
"Then...are there any guests coming?"
Obviously, no one would make tea and pour two cups of tea when they are alone at home.
She also didn't think Tristan would have the forethought to pour two cups of tea after hearing the knock on the door.
First, the time does not allow this operation to occur, and second, the person knocking on the door may not enter the house and stay.
Assuming that the person knocking on the door needs him to go out, let alone pouring an extra cup of tea, he may not even be able to drink the tea he poured himself.
Xin Zhixia's paranoia recurred and she became suspicious.
Not only does he question Tristan's identity, but he also suspects the existence of someone else in the house.
That's what I thought, so I did it.
Xin Zhixia looked around with sharp eyes.
Naturally, there was no sign of anyone else in the living room.
The door next to it is closed, and I don't know what it does.
Before she could try to peer through the door, Tristan replied slowly: "You are my guest. Close the door and come in for a sip of tea and a rest."
As soon as these words came out, Xin Zhixia became even more defensive.
She twitched the corner of her lips and said meaningfully: "This tea doesn't seem to be prepared for me."
Tristan responded calmly and answered fluently.
"It's really not for you. I made an appointment with Simba for sparring before, but he hasn't come to me yet."
There was a vague look of helplessness on his expression, which seemed to express his sincere dissatisfaction with Simba's missed appointment.
Xin Zhixia: "..."
Simba?
Very good, it reminded her of the 007 she had harmed.
He was speechless at Tristan's words, but he couldn't help but relax some of his vigilance.
Sometimes, being sensitive is a good thing, but more often than not, she shouldn't be so sensitive.
You can suspect that the NPC is a player pretending to be a player, or you can suspect that the player is collaborating with the NPC to cause harm.
but……
Since you chose to come to Tristan, you shouldn’t be filled with conspiracy theories.
As the saying goes, "Don't use people if you doubt them, don't doubt people if you employ them."
Xin Zhixia silently reflected on herself, and then still chose not to listen to the advice.
"OK."
The only one who obeyed was to close the door smoothly, and then patrolled around the living room.
Normal, normal, all normal.
Only the stack of gold-rimmed papers on the high table in the corner fell into her sight.
Glowing with golden light, it's hard not to be noticed.
