Jess and I met a young Yethma named Ceres in a town we stopped by amidst our travels. Upon Jess's request, she guided us to the site of a monastery that burned down five years ago. As we were setting down some flowers at the site, a young man wielding double blades suddenly appears before us accompanied by a dog. He's cool, strong and handsome... I don't like him, he's like my natural enemy... Who on earth is this guy?
That's why... you don't want Mister Naut
to become her chabirone, either, do you, Mister Pig?
لهذا السّبب... لا تريد أن يصير السّيّد نوت
وصيّها أيضًا، صحيح يا سيّد خنزير؟
Sie wollen doch auch nicht,
dass er ihr Chavillon wird, oder?
Tú tampoco quieres
que sea su chabiron, ¿verdad?
Tú tampoco quieres
que sea su chabiron, ¿no?
Neanche tu
Por isso.. Você não que o Sr. Naut
se torne o chabirone dela, não é, Sr. Porco?
Ты ведь не хочешь, чтобы Нот
был её шапироном, верно?