Without hesitation, Cato drew his hammer and turned to sweep, the glittering golden head whistling through the wind and rain, smashing the magical barrier that appeared out of thin air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Warhammer finally stopped at the speaker's face, and if Gato regained his strength a moment later, his head would be washed like a watermelon rolling off the table, and the juice would flow.

"If you insist on seeking death, it's best to write a suicide note before you meet me next time. Cato put away the hammer in his anger and walked over the stranger by the shoulder.

"I know Clarence. The stranger said. Cato ignored him, and lowered his head and walked away, until the stranger shouted again, "I have a way to save Monroe." ”

Cato never dreamed that the owner of the mansion on the slope would be a mediocre and disgusting fellow, so as he sat down at the priceless spar table, his mind was filled with suspicion of the owner of the mansion. He stared intently at the door, waiting to see what kind of character could be arrogant enough to claim to save the dead. To Cato's surprise, when the door opened, it was the bastard who annoyed him twice in one day who sat at the head of the table in the company of his servants. Now, of course, for the third time.

"Ahh The owner of the mansion sighed, and at the same time raised his glass and shook it twice at Cato, "It's not as good as a bad boy, but it's also a rare good wine." ”

"Enough, liar! I won't be fooled twice by you. Gatu's anger was indescribable, and he raised his hammer much faster than ever. The armoured guards immediately blocked Cato's path and forced him to retreat with halberds and axes.

"Get out of the way, Mr. Gatu is my guest, how can you be so rude!" said the owner of the mansion waved off the guards, but with an elusive smile on his face.

Cato cautiously looked around, one, two, three...... After all, there were more than 20 people standing in the restaurant, and all of them were armed with weapons, and they were afraid that it would be difficult to bargain for them. In desperation, Cato had no choice but to pretend to be calm and sit back at the table.

"You see, it's nice to have a good chat with a kind person and have a full meal. The owner of the mansion said as he toasted the wine in his glass, and then burped so much that the smell of wine wafted to the other end of the table. "Let's get down to business, man. First of all, you can call me Tracy. Secondly, I would be happy to think of a way for your deceased brother. ”

"How much?" asked Cato indifferently.

Tracy laughed "hahaha", as if she had heard a big joke. "I'm a businessman, yes," Tracy explained, "but I'm not just a businessman. I don't want anything. ”

"You still want to make fun of me?" Cato raised an eyebrow, his hand subconsciously clenching the hammer, and immediately released.

"I'm serious. Tracy's expression became serious, mixed with a hint of sadness. He drank another glass of wine and told the story in a serious manner: "Do you remember the Iron Rooster—that is a ugly name—it was the only relic left by my father, sunk by pirates two years ago. Your brother Clarence is in that boat. Well...... Where do you start......" Tracy suddenly lost his train of thought in the middle of his sentence, and he tapped his finger on the door of his head, trying to sort out a clear logic. However, he finally failed.