One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

Sea Circle Calendar 1521, early spring.

Mysteria Island belongs to the Summer Island, with high temperatures all year round and southwest monsoon blowing from the sea, abundant rainfall, and tropical monsoon climate.

It is much better than the desert of Alabasta.

Islander Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, stepped barefoot on the small sampan, and pulled the fishing net thrown yesterday from the water.

He grew up in this place where the sea breeze blows hard, so his skin is naturally black and red.

The fishing net floated from the turbid water surface, and the net mouth was fine.

People can't survive, so how can they care about fish.

But today's harvest should be good.

Aaron took a lot of effort to pull up most of the fishing net from the water.

But there were no fish in the fine net mouth except for the water plants and silt wrapped in it.

And on the other side of the fishing net, there was a coffin?

Where did the weight come from?

Aaron was a little disappointed, and his eyes could only be cast on this coffin.

The coffin looked quite wide and black, but the lines on the four sides were smooth. Even the citizens who could live in the city couldn't afford such a thing, right?

He was looking at it, and suddenly heard a knocking sound coming from the coffin.

A coffin on the coast alone, and a sound, the visual sense of the scene was a bit strong, but fortunately the sun above his head made him feel more at ease.

But before he could react, the simple hinge on the side of the coffin creaked.

A clown with pale makeup sat up straight.

"It's a good weather, I'm right, it always feels very safe to sleep in a coffin."

Bucky grabbed his left palm and covered his eyes to resist the scorching sun.

Ever since he experienced it once in Moria's castle, he missed it quite a lot.

The black-haired queen lying on one side had a calm face.

Although Robin couldn't understand why the clown dragged her to the island for the so-called game field inspection, and chose the coffin as a means of transportation.

All this can be understood as long as the other party is a lunatic.

The wide coffin could barely accommodate two people.

"Morning."

Bucky raised his hand again, just about to say hello to the islander next to him.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the other party lying directly on the sampan, using his hands and feet to quickly escape.

I can only say that they are worthy of being the people of the New World.

They are very quick to realize and react.

Bucky licked the corner of his mouth, thinking that they already had the demeanor of the people of Gotham.

Then he saw him fly out a palm and grab the islander's small sampan, with a hemp rope in his palm.

He dragged the coffin towards the shore.

After a while.

The two stepped onto the land.

Perhaps it was because they had been looking at the dark blue sea for too long, and now seeing the real sunshine and land, it was really a bit fresh.

Including the people and buildings here, there was a sense of freshness.

The stone brick houses were staggered and not very regular. They didn't look like a town or a village, but like a gathering point.

And this gathering point was not very friendly.

Buggy saw that the islander who had just climbed onto the shore was suddenly knocked down by a red brick, then put on a sack and taken away.

His skill was comparable to that of the slave traders in Shampoo.

"Outsider, don't meddle in other people's business!"

The leader looked at Buggy's makeup and left a message in a timid manner.

Buggy and Robin both looked indifferent.

"Mysteria Island has another name, called Dangerous Red."

The black-haired lady was also very familiar with her position, and she introduced it very consciously.

"The Moon Guardian Kingdom on the island is one of the first twenty countries of the World Government. They like to use red bricks in their buildings. Of course, some people think that this red is blood."

"If you want to talk about the biggest feature... this is a country where slaves are legal."

Buggy said: "That's much better than the secretive World Government."

He only found the name of this island in his memory, and the rest was blank.

This is normal. Mysteria Island was mentioned in the original book because it is located on the three routes of the New World. There are many more islands whose names have never appeared.

At this time, the benefits of carrying a scholar with you can be reflected.

"Want to go and see?"

Robin was referring to the three people who escaped after kidnapping Aaron.

She had never seen such blatant sacks.

As for herself.

She had long been accustomed to being a tool, whether in Baroque Works or before.

"It shouldn't be necessary."

Baki shook his head with a playful look in his eyes.

Not far away, he saw the three people who tied up Aaron running back again.

Smoke and dust billowed behind them.

In the smoke and dust, the shadows of swords and guns were looming.

It was obviously a large group of people.

How could the three people in the sacks run faster than four legs? The distance was visibly shortened.

Atel covered his mouth and nose with a brown mask.

He slowly aimed the spear in his hand at the leader of the three.

Then there was a bang.

One of them fell down, and the other two fell down in fear.

"Good!"

"Kill all the minions in the city!"

When someone captures slaves, there will inevitably be resistance.

The same is true for the team led by Atel.

They were originally the predecessor of the Revolutionary Army, a part of the Volunteer Army, but as the power of the Revolutionary Army declined in the New World, this name was not so strong.

More often they wander around the island, attacking guys like the trio who were sent out by the city people to capture slaves.

Because the gold in the sky has doubled, the city now hires a group of people to capture people outside.

Two slaves can be used to pay a year's tax for an inner citizen, which is written in the laws of the kingdom.

The Moon Guardian Kingdom divides the people into inner citizens, outer citizens, and savages.

Only inner citizens can be counted as people, outer citizens are half people, and savages cannot be counted as people.

Strictly speaking, fishermen with blood like Aaron could be counted as outer citizens in the past, but now that the demand for slaves is strong, they are automatically classified as savages.

However, Atel knew that there was actually another level above these three levels, called the King's Race.

It is a class belonging to the royal family. They are the royal family that succeeded the royal family of the original Moon Guardian Kingdom after they settled in the Holy Land and became Celestial Dragons. They claim to be the housekeepers for the Celestial Dragons.

"It seems that there are two more people over there. Could they be accomplices?"

The companions refer to Buggy and Robin who have been watching from the side.

There are also foreign pirates on the islands of the New World.

"They are probably not accomplices, so ignore them."

Arter just glanced at them and quickly retracted his gaze. His expression was unnatural for a moment.

His tone quickly calmed down after a brief pause.

It seemed that he really just saw two passers-by.

He did not look at them again.

Instead, he grabbed the trio and raised his arms to shout.

"Hang up the bodies of these three guys and let those city people see how powerful we are!"

"Good!!"

The rolling smoke and dust came quickly and went away quickly.

Aaron was also lifted up by them and caught on horseback.

Arter led the team to the next gathering point without stopping.

It was not until the red brick houses disappeared completely behind him that he breathed a sigh of relief and found that his back was already sore from sweat.

"The clown! The clown actually appeared here!"

He clenched his palms tightly holding the reins. The heartbeat that had just been forced to calm down was particularly clear at this moment. The sound of thumping was as if someone was holding it.

Just running, the scenery around him became a little strange.

"Whoa--"

Alt pulled the reins and looked around.

I don't know when the surroundings became dark. There was a sound of splashing water under the horse's hooves, and white mist filled the air.

This feeling seemed to be on the sea.

How could it be possible? I was riding a horse on the island a second ago? !

Alt was in doubt, but the next moment, he heard a muffled sound from under the water.

An oak boat jumped up from under the water.

The posture was like a lion pouncing on its prey.

The deck took over the water surface to hold up the horse. After a while of shaking, Alt was on the deck of a pirate ship.

It seemed that a lively party was being held here, and cheerful songs and the smell of food filled the air.

But Art felt even more scared for no reason.

Before he encountered all this, he only met one person.

The clown!

"You seem to have encountered something particularly exciting."

As expected.

Art turned around and saw the clown's leisurely figure.

A half-illusory dream tapir was wrapped around his shoulder, opening its mouth as if it had just woken up.

"Are you interested in sharing it with me?"

With a wave of his hand, Buggy appeared in the dream space, and a wooden table with two cups of hot tea on it.

He stroked the dream tapir's head with his palm.

Although this little thing usually has no sense of existence, the dream space it creates is very useful.

However, the dream tapir is sleepy and slept almost all the way on Fishman Island.

Of course, compared with its long life, it can't even be considered a nap.

"I have seen your bounty."

Art smiled bitterly, "A demon clown with a bounty of 3 billion, isn't it scary enough?"

"My honor."

Buggy smiled and bowed.

"But I don't like dishonest children. Do you know how circus clowns treat disobedient children?"

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Alt got off the horse with trembling legs and tried to sit down opposite Buggy.

Looking at the face reflected in the hot tea.

Suddenly hysterical.

"What else do you want to know!"

"About our volunteer army, we can't even get into the city, let alone the nearby naval base!"

He threw the hot tea.

"Yes, I'm not so kind to save those savages. After I catch them, I will find a reason to release them to merchants, but at least, at least I won't sell those children and the elderly!"

"You can't do this to me!"

Alt took off his mask, his hooked nose and yellowish skin.

"Then how should I treat you?"

Buggy asked seriously.

"How do pirates usually treat people from the World Government? I really have no experience in this."

When Alt heard the four words "World Government", his whole body felt like falling into an ice cave.

His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat slid from his temples to his chin.

But his hands were moving very fast.

He threw a dagger from his sleeve and slashed his neck hard.

Blood spurted out immediately.

"You will be buried with me."

Art seemed to relieve the pressure of facing Bucky, and there was even a bit of pride in his eyes.

You guessed it, but I can choose to die.

As an agent trained since childhood, Art has such a decision.

The only thing I don't understand is how the Joker saw it, he clearly didn't show any unusual movement.

Even if he was nervous and surprised, it was the reaction of a normal citizen facing 3 billion pirates.

What basis did he have to doubt himself?

In the last glance of Alter's eyes, he only saw that the Joker seemed to be completely unmoved, and even blew on the teacup.

And he returned to the darkness with this regret.

A moment later.

The darkness was lit up again, and Alter was awakened by a burst of laughter.

"Haha...ha...ha..."

The laughter was not happy at all, but full of sarcasm.

"Are you interested in continuing our topic?"

The Joker stretched out his hand to signal.

"By the way, I just lied to you, I hope you like my joke."

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Is he also got the answer?

What a joke? !

After a brief silence, Alter fumbled his neck with his palm.

There was no blood, no wound.

He didn't feel any pain.

"Why, why is this happening!"

Arte opened his eyes in anger, his face full of confusion.

Then he took out a pistol from the interlayer of his jacket and shot himself in the middle of his brow.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Arte fell straight down.

A moment later.

The light still pierced the darkness.

Arte touched his brow, his face full of fear.

"Do you want to try poison? This might be better.

Oh, yes, explosives are also OK. If I want to kill myself, I usually use explosives."

The clown filled the table with all kinds of explosives, knives and poisons that looked very evil, and shared them with him seriously.

"Impossible, how can I not die!"

He didn't believe it!

A few more moments later.

Arte sat obediently on the wooden table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, shaking all over.

He had just tried many ways to die, including being blown up, poisoned, hit, and drowned.

In the end, he was still alive and well, only gaining a lot of death experience.

"I am an agent of the World Government CP8, codenamed Rider."

The Joker narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth.

He was not surprised by his reaction.

"Responsible for monitoring the Volunteers in the Kingdom, including the Revolutionary Army that had contact with them.

It would be best if I could infiltrate the Revolutionary Army.

However, my recent mission is to monitor every movement in the Kingdom and report to my superiors as soon as the Joker arrives."

"Continue."

Buggy licked his lips, his tone cold.

"We. We have occupied all the nearby Volunteer Bases, and the Navy's scientific forces are ambushed inside.

The General Staff believes that the Joker is full of yearning for chaos, so he wants to use us."

Alter, who has already accepted his fate, told everything he knew like pouring beans.

Including the existence of these scattered Volunteers, it is also the result of the royal family and the World Government's deliberate connivance.

The occasional attacks on towns are also instructions from the royal family to strengthen their rule and capture beautiful slaves.

The World Government hopes to find clues about the Revolutionary Army through these undercover agents.

The Navy's arrangement is to let them play the role of resistance and weakness, and report the direction when the clown arrives.

Art didn't expect that he would be caught by the clown after just one encounter.

He didn't even know how he was caught.

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