One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

Still need people to guess?

As soon as Baron Tintagel said this, the originally noisy atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly condensed, and the nobles looked at the new baron with scrutiny.

Strictly speaking, it is not too much to let everyone guess the final treasure as a form of entertainment.

But the problem is that the person who proposed this method is... Baron Tintagel.

A little baron who was a dirty slave trader not long ago, and who relied on giving away treasures and spending money to gain a little status after the fall of the Don Quixote family.

Instead of thinking about how to entertain these upper-class people, he asked them to guess?

The other party is not qualified.

Only a few nobles who looked slightly younger had eager eyes, while other old nobles picked up their glasses and tasted quietly.

They looked like they ignored each other.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became a little weird.

Baron Tintagel could feel this contempt.

It was a kind of contempt that was destined to be denied from birth no matter how hard he tried.

His face flushed, and he even had an impulse to pull open the curtain and scare the self-righteous guy.

But Baron Tintagel still endured it.

Compared with that lord, this humiliation was nothing.

He turned sideways and cast his eyes on the only middle-aged man in the banquet hall wearing a crimson robe. The robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns, mainly gold and dark purple, interweaving into a complex texture.

Obviously, this was the most distinguished person on the scene.

The King of the Kingdom of Prodans.

Schorlemmer VII.

A greedy guy.

But at this moment, Baron Tintagel could only look at the king with pleading eyes, and the wine glass in his hand was getting lower and lower.

Schorlemmer VII did not fail to notice such a look, but he just glanced at it and lowered his head again.

There was a... dog-headed man lying on the side of his feet.

The one that Schorlemmer VII offered to buy at the beginning of the game.

The dog-headed man had shiny black fur, a skinny body, and limbs like an adult, but his head was like a dog's. He looked like a terrier.

The limbs of the black terrier were tied with iron shackles, a spiked collar was put around its neck, and a cowhide muzzle was covered on its face.

He bared his teeth and looked extremely fierce.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's the look. I'll feel it when I whip him with a whip."

Schorlemmer VII liked this wild look.

Unlike human slaves, who would swallow their words after being taught a few times.

He was not unaware of the atmosphere on the field, but just like teaching slaves a lesson, he also had to teach the untouchables a proper lesson.

In his eyes, the world was divided into three classes.

Below him, himself, and above him.

Those below him, even the nobles around him who were also dressed in gorgeous clothes, Schorlemmer VII felt that they were no different from the untouchables.

As long as he gave the order, he could peel off their skin at any time and make it another treasure.

Above him, of course, were the descendants of the Creator, the world nobles with the blood of God.

That was the class he envied and yearned for, and couldn't help crawling at his feet!

Originally, the purchase of the power rock was used to get a chance to win over a Celestial Dragon.

As for the matter of annexing neighboring countries, he could just spend some money to hire a few pirate groups, so why use the power rock?

But with this business relationship, he could have more dealings with the Celestial Dragon later.

Unfortunately, it was messed up by that insane navy.

Thinking of this, Schorlemmer VII's face turned cold.

Picked up a table knife and put it on the dog-headed man's face.

"Remember, I am your master."

He sneered, and spoke without covering his voice.

The table knife came over at an angle, and the saw teeth pierced into the thick fur of the dog-headed man.

Schorlemmer VII cut a piece of meat from the dog-headed man's cheek slowly and carefully, just like cutting a tough steak.

The dog-headed man was almost trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot.

The iron shackles rattled.

He did not yell, but struggled desperately, staring at the man in front of him, deeply engraving his mind with his eyes wide open.

This hatred was second only to his hatred for himself.

Rene groaned a few times.

After watching the king take off his cheek meat, he greeted a wealthy lady beside him.

The bloody meat made the lady pale.

But Schorlemmer VII smiled even more.

As the woman trembled, he stuffed the meat into her mouth.

Then he clapped his hands.

"This must be a very rare treasure, right, my baron?"

"Yes, I promise! This must be a treasure you have never seen in your life!"

Baron Tintagel patted his chest. For some reason, he also began to look forward to the other party's expression after the black cloth was lifted.

Why should he be the only one to suffer this?

He wanted to drag everyone down with him!

Baron Tintagel took two steps forward and personally pushed the prison cart to Schorlemmer VII.

"Your Majesty, you can try it at will."

"Oh?"

Scholemmer VII finally became a little interested after hearing this.

Suddenly, he stabbed the curtain with a knife.

"Mmmm!!"

The black cloth made a sound of swallowing and struggling.

"Hahaha, it seems that it is still alive."

Scholemmer VII narrowed his eyes. This kind of pleasure of torture was something he could never feel in the palace.

"That's all the information I can get. Please give it a try."

After one stab, Sholema VII sat back down in his seat, took out his handkerchief and wiped it on the knife.

He saw the particularly heartbroken and panicked expression of Baron Tintagel.

This is what he wants.

This untouchable has a collection of this level and doesn't donate it to him, so why collect it?

I really can’t figure out where I am!

Baron Tintagel's fright was not false.

He was really afraid that the old king would be careless and stab the Celestial Dragon inside to death, which would turn the situation into ten deaths and no life.

Well, there seems to be no difference.

Fortunately, the knife was not very sharp, and hesitating sounds could be heard from time to time under the black cloth.

That means it's still alive.

Baron Tintagel glanced at the telephone bug hanging on the ceiling inadvertently, and thought to himself, it was really not him who pulled the king into trouble, but the other party himself.

After that phone bug records all this, they will all be on the same boat...

Following the king's lead, other nobles followed suit.

Go directly to your hands or feet through the dark curtain.

"It feels solid. Could it be that he is also a furry tribe?"

Someone kicked him a few times and guessed it from the feel of his feet.

"Maybe it's a fish-man tribe, the head seems to be a round cover!"

"Where are the mermaids?"

"Impossible, Miss Mermaid wouldn't have such a bloated figure!"

A certain mermaid slave lover said firmly.

"Is it a snake-headed tribe, a fat-headed snake?"

"That's quite rare, but it's not like I've never seen it in my life."

"Could they be giants in a baby state?"

A paunchy nobleman poked it with a fork and said with contempt.

Although humanoid races are rare, they have always been discriminated against.

"It's really possible!"

Several nobles moved their hands up and down the curtain with great interest.

In the excitement, he completely failed to notice that on the ceiling, there was a telephone bug with complicated threads on the volute and wearing tactical glasses, squirming little by little.

The eyeballs of the tactical glasses did not blink, broadcasting the scene of this ridiculous banquet to the image phone bugs around the world that could receive the signal.

Also included are the screens that line islands such as Champaigne.

It had just darkened at this time, when people were eating after meals, so they naturally gathered at the screen that suddenly lit up.

Including Lieutenant General Browne stationed in Chambord.

Yes, he is already a lieutenant general.

Thanks to the clown, there were many vacancies for lieutenant generals in the navy. Even the navy who had been sitting in the Chambord Islands doing nothing had been promoted to a higher level.

When there are no pits on the top, you can only get one possible chance by working hard, but if there are a lot of pits on the top that no one has filled, you can even put a pig in military uniform to rise up.

Ahem, this seems to be scolding myself.

Brownie coughed lightly.

"Is this the show you prepared?"

He asked a dark-skinned man with a big beard next to him.

The other party is the president of Major Yaro's followers, and is now the leader of a major force on the Chambord Islands.

It is said that he was a navy officer more than a year ago.

Brownie also knew quite a bit about this follower group, was very sensitive to slave matters, and also liked to ransack homes and set fire to them.

They were also the most likely ones to broadcast what was on the screen in front of them, a high-class banquet in which slaves were exchanged.

"not us."

Bray's expression was serious, and he was very dissatisfied as he watched the nobles on the screen exchanging humans as treasures and then riding on their crotches.

Thanks to their efforts, slave traders and slave-catching teams are now completely absent from the Chambord Islands. The chaotic pattern that has lasted for more than half a year has gradually formed a situation where the three are separated.

A clown gang that likes to wear clown masks and do banditry.

Major Arrow's followers deeply hate slaves and attract a large number of people from the lower classes.

There is also a naval branch stationed here.

"This must be the new world. I have never heard of such a king in the paradise section."

"Well, Sholeima VII, I met him when the World Conference was held a few years ago."

"But what does this live broadcast mean?"

Brownie was puzzled.

Then it was reported as usual.

This was a request made after Akainu's rebellion.

"Maybe they are people with lofty ideals like us who want to unite more people and attack these hypocritical nobles!"

"This is the best consolation for Major Yarrow!"

Bray had a pious look on his face.

Brownie couldn't help baring his teeth when he heard it.

Others didn't know, but how could he still not know who that Major Yarrow was?

That was walking out of his boat.

Even that bastard Jacques has a bounty on his head!

Speaking of which, I am also a master who has fought against the Joker's pirates for hundreds of rounds and almost killed him...

Fortunately, brownies now have more Buddhist styles.

Once he reached lieutenant general, he wanted nothing more.

It is impossible to be promoted to a general.

As for those three pitfalls, let’s not talk about the vacancies. The key is whether you have the strength to fill them.

Brownie has already seen the gap between himself and those monsters.

The gap between people is sometimes bigger than the gap between people!

His life goal has been approaching a certain general.

"Hmm, maybe."

"That king looks really disgusting."

Brownie said something casually.

His eyes were still watching all the noise on the screen.

They couldn't change the channel, so they could only watch whatever was on the screen.

The castle, the patience of those nobles was almost exhausted.

But no matter how they guessed, Baron Tintagel always shook his head.

"Is it possible that there are Celestial Dragons in here?"

A strange noble said.

As soon as this sentence came out, the banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and the whimpering of the dog-headed man became particularly clear.

After a while of silence, all the nobles, including King Schorlemmer VII, couldn't stop laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

"Did you hear what he said, Celestial Dragon?"

"How could it be Celestial Dragon? Hahaha!"

...

"I laughed to death, this is definitely the funniest joke I have heard this year!"

"Boy, do you understand the meaning behind the three words Celestial Dragon?"

After Schorlemmer VII laughed loudly, he couldn't help but step forward and patted the shoulder of this strange noble.

Wearing a purple suit and cape, he looked a bit out of place with the nobles wearing stockings, but it was considered formal attire.

"The Celestial Dragons are the supreme and noble bloodline left in the world by the Creator, the descendants of the first twenty kings, and gods!"

Schlemmer VII opened his hands, not hiding his admiration and yearning.

"Then congratulations."

The strange noble in front of him raised the corner of his mouth, holding a table knife that he had taken from nowhere.

There were still spots of blood.

"You not only successfully blasphemed God, but also stabbed him."

The strange noble looked up.

His face was as pale as if painted with white paint, and his eyes were full of playfulness and madness.

No red nose...!

Schlemmer VII, who had just thought of a very bad answer, was relieved.

"Are you looking for this?"

Baki put the table knife on the king's face, just like he had just put it on the dog-headed man's face.

The other hand took out a red nose the size of a ping-pong ball.

"Well... it's not very convenient sometimes, so I put it away."

The clown grinned, pressed the red nose back, and wiped it by the way.

This is the clown.

Behind the curtain...

Schorlemmer VII turned his head with a dull look on his face and saw Baron Tintagel's unexpectedly flushed face.

The other nodded.

Ever since the clown found him, Baron Tintagel knew that he would definitely have no way out, but it was worth it to be able to pull all these nobles along.

"What a pity, I was expecting someone to guess right."

"After all, this may be the only chance for you to have a celestial dragon slave in your life."

The clown's hand holding the dinner knife was still on the king's face.

His body was walking at a casual pace.

Came to the side of the prison car.

"You know, the melody in my head seems to be getting tighter and tighter, like the alarm of a city sounding at the same time."

"But it's also getting more and more urgent, as if it wants to catch everyone's heart beating together."

He grabbed the black curtain and lifted it gently.

"After the prelude, it's time to introduce the main song."

"Ding Ta!"

The curtain was lifted.

"The answer is revealed, huhuhuhu."

The extremely white robe, the broken glass cover that is necessary for descending into the turbid world, the wounds on the legs left by himself, and the face that was obviously beaten but still recognizable.

Schollema VII looked ashen.

No mistake...

This is the youngest son of the God of Finance, Saint Izambaron Corral!

"The admiral...the navy...will be here soon!"

"No, they won't."

The clown put his index finger on his lips.

The smile was particularly wanton.