How was this man here?
Bright was utterly astonished.
But then he realized that this man appearing here did not seem strange at all.
Rayleigh had always had a habit of selling himself as a slave whenever he ran out of money, then ripping off whoever bought him after being taken home.
All he could say was that they had run into each other by chance again.
"Oh, you know me? Hahahaha! Well now, it seems us old men haven't been completely left behind by the times yet."
The older man, who looked rather refined and more like a scholarly elder than a pirate, laughed heartily as he casually pulled a small flask from his breast pocket, opened it, and took a sip.
"Your stories will probably continue to be passed down across these seas until the day the age of pirates comes to an end."
Bright smiled. "And Mr. Rayleigh, we've met before."
"Huh? Have we?"
The Pirate King's right-hand man suspiciously stroked his chin and carefully examined Bright. "But I don't remember you at all, young man."
"That was sixteen years ago."
Bright reminded him, "Back then, you came to Fish-Man Island to have Shyarly tell your fortunes."
Rayleigh thought back for a moment, then said in surprise, "You're the little boy who was beside that young fortune-teller girl, aren't you?"
Shyarly had been three then, while Bright had been two.
"My name is Bright."
Bright introduced himself.
"You've grown so much."
Rayleigh sounded somewhat sentimental. "But Bright, I've heard your name before. The news about last year's two Supernovas meeting their end beneath the sea caused quite a stir in the Sabaody Archipelago. Impressive."
"You flatter me."
Bright meant it sincerely.
What he had done was nothing compared to the adventures this man had experienced throughout his