Xin Zhixia thinks Tristan is not rich.
Although the knight's clothing looks decent, it is not brand new. It is not only loose and ill-fitting, but also a bit shabby upon closer inspection.
It's just that he washed it clean, and it looks particularly clean and decent when worn on the body.
As an old knight, his family was impoverished and he only had weapons such as swords, shields and guns to show his extraordinary status.
Nowadays, this stack of paper with gold edges seems like an object cluttering the scene.
"That's what I saved from before."
Perhaps Xin Zhixia's eyes were too focused on the paper, and Tristan sat behind him and couldn't help but explain to her.
Xin Zhixia was stunned, turned around, and smiled at Tristan.
"I see."
Saved before? Save from where?
There was inevitably some doubt in her heart, but she couldn't ask him if he went out to steal or rob him, right?
It's inappropriate to ask without saying it, and it also seems to have ulterior motives.
Others were kind enough to take her in, but she was suspicious of this and that.
So what if the origin is erroneous?
Xin Zhixia would never meddle in other people's business, so she would use this point to criticize him.
Although she was sensible enough not to ask, Tristan seemed to see through her.
It was actually a direct dialogue with her heart, "Those weapons were things I owned before I came to Wuwu Island."
Xin Zhixia curled her lips and smiled, pointing at the cold weapon and the paper on the table.
"These?"
It was inevitable to be a little careful when pointing, including the paper in a subtle way.
Now that someone is willing to answer, she won't pretend to ignore it.
After all, she did want to hear it.
For a moment just now, Xin Zhixia wanted to try it out to see if these were props.
The NPC guarding the crematorium said before, "Old knight, how many times do you want me to say this again? Stop bringing passers-by here."
There is a very high probability that Tristan has always been kind and has done this kind of thing before.
For example, like a tour guide, lead the way to other players and introduce the customs and customs of Wuwu Island.
In this case, there may be passers-by who have passed by and left some props in the copy.
Whether it's something Tristan picks up or a player is willing to gift it to him, anything is possible.
Xin Zhixia's brain circuit is very large, and she can even figure it out.
Under the mask of kindness, Tristan is a pirate, trying to plunder resources from players.
The resources of Wuwu Island should be scarce. Whether it is analyzed from the actual situation or what he said personally, it is enough to prove this.
"Because every time passers-by follow merchant ships, the supply of resources on the island will be delayed."
This is the reason why islanders hate passers-by, and it can also be the reason why islanders will snatch players' props.
Xin Zhixia did not forget the content of the preface of the copy.
The Island of Wuwu is within the scope of the Sea of Sin. If the islanders have bad intentions, it seems to be in line with this setting.
Hearing this, Tristan looked far away, nodded and shook his head, and explained slowly.
"My family is a knight family, and we have been knights from top to bottom for generations. No matter where we are, weapons are an integral part of us. This is a representation of us as knights."
After saying this, he picked up the tea cup with his withered hands and took a sip of tea.
Xin Zhixia was confused, "So?"
Why are you gasping for air?
Seeing that she was still standing beside him without taking a seat, Tristan didn't urge her anymore.
He just put down the tea cup, spoke slowly, and continued: "So, that stack of paper was given by a passerby who passed by before. As a glorious knight, you may not be just and kind, but you will never allow theft."
He paused for a moment and grinned.
The thin face was smiling, and it didn't look pretty. It even gave him a sense of déjà vu from a horror movie.
"Passenger, do you suspect that there are other passers-by on the island who know me now?"
Xin Zhixia's pupils tightened, and her face had an indistinguishable expression.
It was clear in my heart, and I couldn't hide the shock of being guessed.
Tristan laughed loudly and replied with a firm tone: "I can answer you with certainty. I don't know the other passers-by this time. You are the only passer-by I know and have come into contact with."
There was an indescribable sense of concentration in Xin Zhixia's eyes.
Xin Zhixia was silent.
Tristan understands her better than other NPCs.
Tia is the props provider who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside, Belinda is the tsundere princess with a serious heart, and Mellie is the dean.
This was the first person who had guessed exactly what was in her mind many times.
It was obvious that he couldn't ask out what was on his mind, but this man could answer every word.
Xin Zhixia was not ashamed or angry.
I just feel that there is a trace of matter-of-factness in the weirdness.
Presumably Tristan has the spirit of chivalry.
Seeing this, Xin Zhixia gathered her thoughts, raised the corners of her mouth, walked towards the chair, and sat down calmly.
"Mr. Tristan is a kind knight. I shouldn't think about so many complicated things."
Frankness is a virtue.
At least for now, when facing the NPC in front of me, it is indeed better to be honest with him than to lie or talk hard.
Tristan smiled indifferently, with a vague expression of forgetting the past on his thin face.
The two drank tea face to face.
One person is calm and the clouds are calm, while the other person is thoughtful.
Xin Zhixia took a sip of hot tea and felt warm all over.
At first, she was extremely defensive, suspicious in all aspects, and even dared not drink tea.
Now, I feel like I am willing to die on my own after drinking this hot tea.
[Persecutory paranoia] harmed her a lot.
To a certain extent, Xin Zhixia suffered from some kind of PTSD in the dead space.
Post-traumatic stress disorder comes from many sources.
Xin Zhixia rationally analyzed that people will not become normal if they stay in the death space for a long time.
Even if the player is successfully resurrected, it will still be difficult to adapt to the real world.
Just like a werewolf who has lived in the jungle since childhood, even if his body is forced to return to society, how can he adapt to a completely different society?
In the silent atmosphere, Xin Zhixia thought so while drinking hot tea.
Tristan said nothing to disturb her.
He also drank his own tea without even paying her any unnecessary glances.
Time passes silently...
After a long time, Xin Zhixia raised a question.
"There are no clocks here to tell the date. How do you tell the date?"
He has no concept of time and even asked Simba to practice sparring together. It is a miracle that he can come to the appointment on time.
Tristan pondered for a moment and answered truthfully: "After you leave, our lives will continue as before."
The implication of this sentence is that after the players leave, Wuwu Island will return to the state of day and night?
Xin Zhixia secretly guessed.
"When the time comes, will each household have a clock?"
Tristan continued, "Of course, before this, we relied on personal experience."
Xin Zhixia smiled slightly and responded humorously.
"Then Simba accidentally missed the appointment, maybe because he doesn't have enough personal experience."
Tristan's eyes flashed and he smiled back.
"This person really has no experience in this area."
