Polnareff had this feeling from the beginning. Whether it was temperament or appearance, Polnareff felt that this blond-haired, blue-eyed child was someone he had seen before. So, Polnareff suddenly remembered something, "You said before, what was your name?"

Giorno didn't know why Polnareff asked this question again, and answered hesitantly, "Giorno Giovanna... What's wrong with this name, Polnareff first--"

Before Giorno could finish his words, Polnareff suddenly knocked on the wheelchair. He suddenly realized, "I was saying that it felt familiar - Giorno Giovanna, you are also a JOJO!"

Although the first pronunciation of Giorno Giovanna's name is GioGio, in Italian it is indeed pronounced as jojo, so Giorno didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After realizing this, Polnareff looked at Giorno's beautiful green eyes with some emotion. That was the color that belonged to the Joestar family. His trust in Giorno also reached its highest point in an instant. However, after all, his experience made him not as credulous as before. Polnareff asked tentatively: "Speaking of which, do you have anything special...for example, birthmarks, marks or something like that?"

Giorno was unsure of Polnareff's attitude for a moment, and said hesitantly: "I... do have a birthmark." As he said this, Giorno subconsciously touched the back of his neck, where there was a star-shaped birthmark.

As far as Polnareff knows, the only descendants of Joestar who exist now, starting with Mr. Joseph, are his daughter, Mrs. Holly, and his grandson, Jotaro.

Wait, Polnareff suddenly realized something. According to the age of this boy named Giorno... If he is really the descendant of Joestar, it can't be Jotaro's doing. If you calculate his age, it's unlikely! Then the only thing left is...!

No, it's impossible. He must be overthinking. Polnareff decisively skipped this question.

Giorno was always perceptive, and he immediately noticed the change in Polnareff's attitude, but he didn't think it was related to Joestar at first. After all, Giorno was an outsider to Polnareff and he couldn't trust him completely. Except for the matter of Kotobuki, Polnareff would never mention the details of the Joestar family in front of Giorno.

This could be considered a blind spot, because Polnareff had never thought that the vampire Dio Brando would leave offspring. He did not even think about Dio. Looking at those beautiful emerald-like familiar eyes, plus Joestar's unique star birthmark, it would be strange if he did not make a mistake.

In fact, Polnareff's conjecture was not completely wrong. Because when Giorno was born, Dio used the body of Joestar's ancestor, so naturally, half of Giorno's bloodline came from the Joestar family.

The fortune teller casually said, "It's like having two fathers." In fact, the other one is Jonathan, the ancestor of Joestar, who possesses the golden spirit and represents justice.

After being interrupted by Polnareff, Giorno no longer had the initial impulse to ask about Dio. He knew that asking further would only have the opposite effect. As for Dio... the matter of his father, he could wait until the next time he had the chance to ask.

Giorno turned around and asked, "Mr. Kotobuki, do you remember anything?"

Shi Baiban lowered his eyes and said, "I've been here before."

Seeing the silver-haired boy's slightly disappointed reaction, Polnareff, who had already regarded him as his partner, seemed even more anxious than the boy who had lost his memory. Polnareff thought for a moment, took out the worn-out purple guard from his arms, and handed it to Shibai, "Do you remember this?"

Shi Bai stared at the familiar purple guard in a daze—of course he remembered this guard! Because half of it was made by him!

Let me explain it this way. Only the Shinshin can make a guard that can save lives and protect people. However, the original intention of guarding is to seek a good omen, and the swordsmen in Honmaru have also made their own. That "catfish tail" is the embodiment of Kotobuki's memory, so naturally it will also have related memories.

Although it was useless, it was indeed a blessing, and a part of the power was also infused in. Shibai was standing on the cliff at that time, and saw a corner of the torn clothes revealing the guard, and felt the energy that was almost from the same source, so he was naturally attracted to Polnareff.

After Diavolo left, he found an opportunity to come back here to find out what was going on - it was also him who, at that time, input enough power into this defense to heal serious injuries and save lives.

Polnareff might indeed be able to rely on his own perseverance to wake up and survive, but it would just make the process less painful and difficult.

Looking at the silver-haired boy's dazed expression, Polnareff once again felt his heart being pulled up. He has a younger sister, and he understands the irresistible blood connection between brothers and sisters. Just like Kotobuki, no matter how many times he loses his memory, as long as he sees something related to catfish tail, he will show such a heartbreaking expression.

"I... am going to see Diavolo." Shibai suddenly said.

Polnareff's eyes widened immediately. "Why?! Isn't what I said clear enough? Diavolo——"

The silver-haired idiot raised his head, his violet eyes slightly hollow, "As you said... then, he is my boss."

"Now that I know this, I should... go back to where I belong."

Polnareff choked. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Giorno immediately interrupted the conversation and said, "By the way, Mr. Polnareff, you don't know my ability yet."

Giorno summoned his golden experience, and the golden stand stuck to his body and made quite intimate movements. Giorno controlled the golden experience to transform his button into a butterfly. The beautiful silver butterfly fluttered around for a while and returned to Giorno's clothes. "My golden experience can create life, and at the same time, it can create human organs."

Seeing that Polnareff didn't seem to be able to react, Giorno smiled and said, "Are you willing to believe me?"

At this moment, the blond-haired boy with his back to the light had some familiar features in his eyes and brows that made the hairs on his back stand on end.

It must be an illusion, Polnareff thought. Otherwise, how could he see the shadow of the vampire in Joestar's descendants?

Then the next second, Polnareff knew how accurate intuition was sometimes, and he should trust his own feelings.

But it was too late.

Polnareff screamed under the fist of the Golden Experience. The originally numb wounds, which were only painful and bitter from the friction of the cheap prosthesis, seemed like something heavy had crushed the bones into powder and ground the flesh into meat paste, and then reshaped it like plasticine.

This was a pain that he could not adapt to at all. The moment the pain came, Polnareff felt a strong nausea and headache. It was as if his body was no longer his own, and his soul seemed to be unsheathed.

However, Polnareff only shouted out at first when he didn't react, and then he closed his mouth tightly.

Under the golden experience, which was like a divine reshaping, his right eye, which had been blind, regained its sight. He used his own eyes to see his lost legs reappear in front of him, and the right hand that had originally held the sword...

"Is this, a miracle...?" Polnareff murmured softly, looking at his limbs that seemed to have never been lost, and tentatively stood up from the wheelchair.

He stood up. After losing his legs for so many years, he once again relied on his own legs to step on the ground. He was no longer unconscious and felt the phantom pain of losing his legs in the middle of the night.

Polnareff seemed to have turned back into the passionate knight he once was. He jumped twice in disbelief and summoned his own silver chariot - the stand that had become mutilated due to the loss of his limbs also returned to its original appearance.

He jumped up and down on the spot like a child who was about to get candy, and pulled out a steel rod from the corner, piercing the air at a speed so fast that it was invisible even to the naked eye, as if he had recovered to his heyday in an instant - although Polnareff knew it was an illusion.

After sitting in a wheelchair for many years, even though the limbs reshaped by Giorno were complete and perfect, Polnareff's muscle memory for sword skills had long since disappeared.

He is strong enough to stand in front of the powerful villains Dio and Diavolo because he has been training hard since he was a child. Unlike other Stands, Silver Chariot has a variety of abilities. It can even be said that it is just a blank Stand with nothing. Even the superb swordsmanship comes from Polnareff himself.

Only when Polnareff is strong enough, the Silver Chariot will become strong as well - so, these things are not important now. As long as Polnareff is given time, he will sooner or later train the Silver Chariot back to its original strength.

Polnareff finally stopped looking bitter and vengeful. Such an expression was not suitable for this tall, childlike and pure swordsman.

When the excitement finally subsided, Polnareff realized that he, a grown man, had reacted like this in front of two little kids, and for a moment he rubbed his nose shyly. He took a deep breath, even with a bit of an uncontrollable nasal sound, and he carefully performed a knight's etiquette in Giorno's direction, his eyes filled with pure gratitude, "Giorno, I——"

Giorno looked at the happy silver knight, and the smile on his face became more real. His green gem-like eyes seemed to be shining with dazzling stars. "No, you don't need to thank me, Mr. Polnareff."

“I just did what I was supposed to do.”

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-07-10 22:31:00~2020-07-11 23:59:23~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Xi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 125 bottles of Lanqiao Chunxue Junguiri; 10 bottles of Zhaoxi;

Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!