One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

The Baron's call was very effective.

At least the next day, Bucky moved out of the somewhat monotonous Navy Sanatorium.

The Baron handed over a property in Area 36 to him, which was said to be a large manor.

Well, I wonder how it compares with the richest man in Gotham City?

Bucky quickly withdrew this idea.

It might be a bit of a stretch to call the building in front of him a manor.

A slightly larger villa?

This description is quite appropriate.

It's just that the exterior of the house is a bit old, and a lot of the red tiles on the third-floor roof have fallen off. Under the slanting orange sunlight, it looks a bit lonely.

Not far from the Soap Bubble Park, you can still see people coming and going from afar.

Fortunately, Bucky is not picky.

He also thinks he probably won't stay for long.

A gravel road that will never exceed four meters connects the front door to the stone steps in front of the house.

The furniture inside is not old, at least the door handles are still shiny.

It's quite weird to say.

When Bucky walked into the house that nominally belonged to him, he could actually feel a palpitation in his heart.

So he split his chest and held it in front of his eyes.

He looked at it carefully.

He would cheer and jump for such an asset.

This was not the reaction he should have.

Bucky's feet stepped on the soft carpet, and he simply took off his shoes to see his reaction.

His heartbeat did not get faster.

But when he passed a gold ornament, his heartbeat suddenly beat faster.

This was a gold plate mixed with some silver and copper.

It was just a plate.

Bucky felt that his nerves were not touched, but the reaction of his heartbeat could not be faked.

Gold.

Many images suddenly popped up in his mind.

He found a rich treasure in a dark cave that was bright enough to illuminate the surroundings, and he was in this pile of treasure!

Another image is that,

I returned to a small town in the countryside, and with the money from selling gold, I built a bright three-story villa for my family, which made my grandmother, who always sighed, very happy.

I called back those friends who grew up with me.

We ate and drank together.

Those friends

A memory suddenly popped up in Bucky's mind, which was the experience of him and a red-haired child running around among a group of adults with wine glasses.

A guy with a mustache looked at the two of them and laughed very happily.

There was also a middle-aged man with round-framed glasses who looked a little gentle.

During that time,

he could feel that he was very happy.

"Maybe I have ignored you for too long." He whispered.

The sunlight outside shone through the intricately patterned enamel glass, shining on his face, half bright and half dark.

Half was greedy joy, and the other half was extreme indifference.

"Sir!"

The gray-haired butler just walked out of the house.

There were some flowers and plants on his body. The small piece of grass outside the house had not been taken care of for a long time. He had just trimmed it.

The light in the house was not sufficient. He could only see half of the face and the conspicuous navy uniform.

But this was enough to prove that this was his employer.

"There is a guest outside looking for you." He said softly, not too close.

Before knowing the character of the new master, it is a good way to maintain etiquette and politeness.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Bucky turned his head, with only a gentle smile on his face, and his chest did not know when it returned to its original position.

No one would think that this was a madman or a pirate who had just left the mental hospital.

The old butler even felt that he had met a good new master.

Outside the door.

Arne was holding a camera and hesitating.

"Sir." He always felt that this title was a bit awkward.

"The news agency agreed to accept me as an external reporter." But his smile still revealed a sense of happiness.

After all, not long ago, he was a slave ready to give up his dignity and be sold. Now he can be a reporter, which is not bad.

What he didn't expect was that the branch president who was in charge of the interview, a guy with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, heard about his pirate experience, not only did not discriminate, but was surprised.

Pirates, pirates are good!

The pirate supernova of the Sabaody Archipelago is our biggest news of the year!

He still remembers the expression of the branch president when he said this.

Pirates who dream of being a swordsman, a cook, or a navigator are common, but those who dream of being a reporter are not common!

Even Buggy was a little surprised.

He was ready to let Jacques give him some money.

"Not bad." He said softly.

His gentle attitude made Arne feel a little strange.

How to say it

The previous Buggy gave him the feeling of a sharp thorn.

Now the thorns are a little softer.

Illusion!

Arne shook his head. He was not surprised that others would change, but this clown.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"But the branch office also assigned me a task."

"The Heart Pirates, which was rated as one of the supernovas, are now active in Area 30, and they want me to interview them."

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Area 1.

The towering red trees are floating with scattered neon bubbles.

The roots that are winding like stone veins interweave on the sea surface to form a flat land like island land.

The human auction venue is located in an open space as big as a square surrounded by many red trees.

It is a tall building complex in a semicircular shape.

On the second floor of the auction venue, a high-level meeting belonging to the auction venue is being held.

"Do you really want to let that kid have a share?"

Diouf did not hide it at all. The white navy uniform was particularly eye-catching in the dimly lit auction venue.

The man with a tall hat and long purple hair on the main seat chuckled.

"Haha, isn't this great?"

"Luke's illegitimate son becomes one of us. Isn't it a major blow to their own business?"

"Besides, the resources that the kid can access are indeed what we need."

"What do we need so many pirate slaves for."

Another man in a suit said disdainfully.

It takes much more time to train pirate slaves than normal slaves.

"As long as our guests like it." The purple-haired man choked indifferently.

"The Lord may not agree with your plan."

"As you know, the profits generated by the venue are not bad in the archipelago, but compared with the Lord's other industries, it is just marginal."

"That's why we need to be more aggressive!"

The purple-haired man was unwilling.

"As long as we annex the auction house in Area 4, we can get more pirate slaves!"

"Only then can we please the Lord more, do you understand?!"

"I have another way." Diouf knocked on the long table in front of him and gestured.

"If the auction house No. 4 also has no channel for the delivery of pirate slaves, can't we still achieve our goal?"