"The Southern Barbarians really worked hard. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" Cato complained, and the big man's speed returned to normal, pulling the flail at him. The tentative results of the exorcism spell fueled Cato's confidence, and he leaped into the air with his sword, avoiding the chains that swept through him, and then chanted a myriad of incantations, golden brilliance seeping out of his body, transforming into a mist of light that spread over the large man.

As Cato had expected, the large man shrouded in the light came to a complete standstill, and when the light began to pour into the big man's body, a shadowy black and purple shadow struggled desperately on him, trying not to be excluded by the light. The big man howled in pain, his limbs twisted and twisted as the shadow resisted, and finally shattered completely. The Shadow's tenacity surpassed Cato's prediction, and he raised his voice and quickened his spell, more light pouring out of him like a flood that burst the bank, making him look like a dazzling ball of light.

"Ahh The large man's unsupported body fell to the ground with a bang, and blood poured out from the cracks in his armor and dripped.

Cato also felt extremely tired, he had never exhausted the accumulated light in his body with such intensity, and the lack of strength made his eyes glaze and he could not recover for a long time.

By the time dawn broke, the Iron Maiden retreated, leaving the wreckage of the Radiant Path to sink lonely into the depths, while the Al-Aqsa Martyr and another unknown warship had sunk to the bottom of the ocean much earlier, presumably in the company of unknown creatures lurking in the infinite darkness.

The Golden Throne was equally miserable, but fortunately the wonderful construction of the structure saved it from sinking doom, and Cato, who was lying next to Tracy in the infirmary, was curious, and under his persistent questioning, Tracy told the secret of the Golden Throne and the childhood dreams of a grown man.

"I was running around the deck of the Iron Rooster all day, dreaming of one day transforming it into a mobile sea fortress and conquering the seas with it, huh...... Or at least go to the open sea. - Nancy, tap, you're hurting me. ”

"Unfortunately, the Iron Rooster sank later. Cato continued sarcastically, his flat expression not hiding the interest in his eyes.

"So I spent all my gold to build the Golden Throne. You know? I really spent all my gold and almost sold the manor on the slope - and I will do it when we get back from Naslon. I'm going to buy a better shield, and I'm going to have a dwarf engineer on board......" Tracy said as she soaked in the grand idea of transforming the Golden Throne, and Cato closed his eyes and enjoyed a moment of peace.

Before he knew it, Cato was asleep. In his dream, he travels back to before Clarence's last voyage to sea, where the three brothers gather at the Pride of the Sailor to celebrate Clarence's ascension to the rank of sword-bearer. That night they drank wine, sang and laughed, and stayed up all night, and even Evelyn, who always had a straight face, danced to cheer up. As a good brother, Cato could feel that being a sword bearer was the happiest thing in Clarence's life. It's a pity that the energetic Clarence was in a hurry to catch the boat, and the three of them couldn't celebrate longer, and they didn't expect that the wave of their hands would become a farewell.