Thousands of meters above the New World, Lott and Luo sat on the deck of the Skybreaker.
They leisurely drank tea and ate rice balls.
At the bow stood a large-headed okama with purple, wavy hair, wearing fishnet stockings.
The sea wind whipping past made the okama's transparent cloak flap loudly.
His blue-purple lips stood out on his slightly anxious face.
The three were aboard the Skybreaker, heading toward Warhead Island, where Vegapunk was.
Slurp~
Luo took a sip of something Lott had invented called "milk tea," then bit into the rice ball in his hand.
He could not help remarking:
"Delicious! Miss Ling'er really deserves to be called the world's greatest chef. Even the rice balls she casually makes taste this good."
"Enjoying delicious food with the sea breeze blowing past-life really is quite pleasant," Lott replied.
Hearing their remarks, the figure at the bow could not help turning around and shouting:
"Hey! Lott, Luo, aren't you two being a little too relaxed?"
"Hmm? What's wrong? When life goes your way, enjoy it to the fullest; don't leave your golden cup empty beneath the moon." As Luo spoke, he raised his milk tea and took a small sip.
Once, he too had been a man whose heart was filled with hatred.
After he avenged Corazon, the shadow shrouding his heart gradually dissipated.
Although the burden weighing on the entire Lott Pirates was still heavy.
That did not stop life in Peach Spring from being relaxed and pleasant.
Luo had also shed his former gloominess, occasionally acting like a poet brimming with reflections.
He had just learned that line from Lott.
Of course, part of the reason was also to annoy this okama a little.
"Hey, Emporio Ivankov, aren't we already heading toward our destination at high speed?"
Lott replied,