From Trist's mouth, Rhodes learns about the unknown side of the Great River Nomads.

Or rather...... More realistic.

According to Trist, the elders of the Great River Wanderers are the ones who suck the blood of the entire race, and they obtain a lot of resources here by controlling the infrastructure and living facilities of the Python River Basin.

Yes, the tradition of the great river nomads dictates that they will not leave their "home" – the sailboats – unless they are hired.

But can strict laws still be exploited, let alone the tradition of being dressed up?

In Kumangu, the elders of the Great River Nomads often choose to hire outsiders to take care of their own industries, and then take advantage of Kumangu's special "tourism" to make a lot of money from it.

To outsiders, the river nomads lived on boats all their lives, peddling all sorts of interesting gadgets to foreigners, accepting the employment of guides, and opening child-friendly casinos...... But in reality, the biggest benefit of the entire Great River Nomad race is the unique facilities of the Elders' "tourism".

Whether it's a lodge in the woods or a special banquet boat, things that don't exist elsewhere can bring a lot of money to the elders and their families.

In this case, the elders naturally chose to "preserve tradition" – the forest must not be destroyed, and the reputation of the river nomads must be credible......

All the talk is about the law of the ancestors, and all the things in his hands are to maintain his own business.

And gambling – or "child-free gambling" – is also part of Kumanggu's "environment".

It is for this reason that Trist has played the role of a volunteer dealer since he was a child - he needs to use his own means to make all his guests fully entertained, and then go to the elders' estate to spend a lot of money.

As for the harvest of Trist's own family...... Under the balance of income and expenditure of "Tong Suo is not bullied", their income is only a pitiful little rake, nothing more.

In this situation, the young Trist became more and more dissatisfied, and as he grew older, he finally emboldened himself and began to gradually try to get rid of the damn boy - from a dealer to a gambler.

It just so happened that at that time, Trist's sister was going to get married, and according to the custom of the river nomads, Trist's family needed to prepare a large dowry, and for this dowry, Trist began to win money from the hands of gamblers.

At that time, Trist also had a "grand thief spirit" in selecting the victims, and made the pirate sailors from Bilgewater the objects of winning, "sparing" the normal merchants.

However, on the very night of his victory, the pirate sailors got drunk after losing badly, and then brandished their weapons to trouble the Trists.

Trist's parents shouted loudly, but the elders and guards were delayed, and the surrounding ships chose to stand by and watch - in desperation, Trist could only use a little magic trick to teach the drunks a lesson, and one by one they were planted in the Python River.

It was for this reason that Trist was sentenced to banishment by the Elders.

That's right, violent revenge violates the laws of the Great River Wanderers, for which punishment is non-negotiable, only banishment.

The stubborn Trist was dismissive of this banishment, but when he tried to persuade his family to leave with him and go to Bilgewater or Zaun, his parents and sister backed down.

They had become accustomed to everything in the Anaconda River Valley - and although they had their grievances, their long-standing habits and fear of the outside world had led them to abandon Triste.

Of course, it may be more important that Trist's brother-in-law hinted that Triste's sister's dowry could be waived if they drew a line with Trist......

In this way, Trist was completely banished.

Even more deadly than his exile was the abandonment of his own family.

"So you've been reluctant to come back?"

"Maybe......" Trist became expressionless again, "you know what Bilgewater used to smell like when it was slaughtered?" ”

Rod nodded.

"In my opinion." Trist gritted his teeth, "The smell here is countless times worse than that stench." ”

"So you're simply not willing to save them?"

"There could be a reason for this." Trist hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Sometimes I really want them to be like a puddle of mud, slowly rotting in the corners of Valoran, and disappearing completely—but sometimes I'm so reluctant that I just can't see them in the end." ”

For Trist's complex emotions, Rod didn't know what to say for a while.

That's right, in Rhodes's eyes, Trist's parents and sister are out-and-out bastards - in the face of oppression from outsiders, they choose to sacrifice their relatives in exchange for stability.

But...... So what can it be?

At a time like this, no matter what Rhodes says, Trist will not be happy in the slightest.

"You really don't think about my opinion?" After a moment of silence, Rhodes brought up the old story again, "If you can't let it go, it proves that you care - and if you care, why don't you save them yourself?" ”

“……”

"And—" Rhodes thought of something amusement, and a smile appeared on his face, "this kind of face-slapping drama for the return of the king...... It's even more touching than thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, and don't bully young people to be poor! ”

Although he couldn't get Rode's terrier, Trist probably understood what he meant, in this case, he reluctantly smiled bitterly, and then sighed: "Forget it, I don't have this interest for a long time, they enjoy it, and I'm just irritable, why bother yourself?" ”

The next moment, as if he didn't want to talk to Roddo anymore, Trist directly threw out a round of cards and disappeared in place.

Looking at the cards that were still shiny, Rhodes was not surprised, and he still had a smile on his face.

It's like...... Everything is under your control.

……………………

Inside the supply depot, Trist, who had teleported away, had just shaken off the imbalance of space when he was kicked on the ass and staggered to the cold floor.

Behind him, a hoarse roar made his heart suddenly tighten.

"Trist, you bastard - show your strength in Picheng girls, don't be like a coward, let Lao Tzu look down on you!"

"Don't you look down on your people for that bastard?"

"Look at the way you are now, what's the difference between you and them?"

There was a click, and the familiar sound of a bullet being loaded was heard.

Immediately after, two cold barrels pressed against the back of Trist's head.

The next moment, Trist, who was held to the head with a shotgun, finally couldn't help but start laughing.