"That big guy, it's Clarence. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Tracy's brainless question disturbed Cato's dreams.

"It's not. Cato was sleepy-eyed, but his answer was crisp and clear.

"Don't talk about it, I don't see his face, but I know the Sunchaser. ”

At the mention of the Sun-Chaster, Cato suddenly came to the spirit. The sword was hanging in his cabin - "the winner gets everything" is an unshakable iron law in the pirate world, so no one thinks there is anything wrong with Cato taking the Sunstrider, but no one is sorry that even the paladins obey the rules of piracy. Only Cato knew in his heart that retrieving the Sunstrider had nothing to do with the laws of pirates. As for the true identity of the big man, Cato also knew, after all, after the fall of the Radiant Path, when Cato approached the dying big man to pick up the Sun Chaser, the dying creature snorted in a weak voice, begging him to "return the sword to the Holy See's paladin Gato Anne", except for Clarence, the only person who could say this was already lying peacefully in the golden coffin. However, Cato was unwilling to admit that the big man who was driven by sorcery and tortured beyond recognition by madness was the once kind and benevolent Clarence, and he preferred to believe that it was only a carrier of Clarence's consciousness after his death, so he rewarded him with a pleasure after picking up the Sunstrider.

"It's not. Cato repeated indifferently.

"Okay, okay. If you're half as cheerful as Clarence, you won't have no one to cover you when you scuffle on the Radiant Path. ”

Cato snorted coldly and got up and walked out of the infirmary, not forgetting to slam the wooden door on the end. "Can't you be gentle with this boat?" Tracy's roar came from the door, but Cato ignored him.

On the way across the deck, Cato saw that the few men who could be named were busy mending the Golden Throne - Francis fiddled with the steering wheel with a few missing handles, Ramos climbed to the top of the mast to hang the sewn sails, and McGee and Shazo followed Oxon with hammers, planks, and iron bars to hammer here, hammer there. There were also many unnamed crew members who hung themselves on thick ropes to fill in the broken outer decks. No one was sad because they had experienced a great battle or been injured, but they were all happily busy, making a few lewd jokes and bursting into merry laughter from time to time.

The scene of joy reminds Cato of his days when he and Clarence and Monroe first joined the army. At that time, the three of them lived in the same barracks, and the drunken Gato liked to hide a few bottles of dwarven wine under the bed, and in the middle of the night the third watch secretly took them out to drink, and several times was almost caught by the officers who patrolled the night, and it was all the quick response Monroe who helped him fool around. Monroe was the youngest and the least courageous, and he would never dare to do anything that violated military discipline, but he was willing to deceive the officers on Gatu's behalf, and even deceived a general who visited the army. The older Clarence was a great swordsman, and always laughed at Cato and Monroe for playing swords like a girl, and even when he went to the battlefield, he did not forget to tell the two to follow him closely, so as not to be opened by the enemy. The three brothers have been "fooling around" together for five whole years, and they have stuck knives in their brothers' ribs countless times, even if they hung up the lottery or committed crimes and were whipped, they all laughed and teased each other, and never hung their heads. Later, Cato and Clarence joined the Holy See as paladins, one was assigned to the Eastern Diocese, the other was posted to Howling Bay, and Monroe, who was not here, returned to his hometown to inherit the title. Although the three of them were far apart, their affection did not fade in the slightest, and every once in a while they would get together to make trouble, Monroe would talk about which young lady he had taken a fancy to at the banquet, Clarence would tell some anecdotes about Howling Wind Bay, and Cato would often just drink glass after glass, occasionally pretending to be a few deep jokes. Time has passed, and now Cato can only blow the sea breeze alone, envying others to live a life surrounded by brothers.