The three of them made their way to a waterfall in the mountains. Lush greenery carpeted the surroundings, peach trees and emerald bamboo alternating in the shade, red and green complementing each other. It was truly a beautiful spot.
The three sat down casually on the ground without fussing over etiquette. Carlos listened intently as Shanks recounted the adventures, sights, races, and customs he had encountered while traveling with Roger.
Once Shanks became serious, he no longer acted frivolous or played the fool to hide his strength. He was quite the speaker, and both Carlos and Yasopp became utterly absorbed in his stories.
They only snapped out of it when Beckman and Lucky Roo returned carrying large amounts of meat and alcohol. Everyone pitched in, starting a fire and roasting the meat they had brought back, some of it cooked and some raw.
With wine and meat, it was easy for them to grow closer. After a few drinks together, none of them were stingy men, and the atmosphere quickly livened up.
Shanks solemnly introduced his three current companions to Carlos: Benn Beckman, Yasopp, and Lucky Roo.
Carlos did not hold back his praise. Though his social skills were not exceptional, they were far from poor, and his compliments were sincere.
None of Shanks's three companions were simple men. Each was stronger than the last, especially Benn Beckman, whose strength might not have been much inferior to Red-Haired's.
To be honest, Carlos was even a little jealous of the quality of those crewmates. They were all outstanding.
Among Carlos's own crew, in terms of strength, perhaps only Martin, the Shatter-Shatter Fruit user, could barely fight the weakest of the three.
From these three members alone, it was clear that Shanks possessed extraordinary luck and personal charisma. Otherwise, how could he