One Piece: Arkham: Buggy the Clown

Chapter 181 The Only Chance in This Life

Still want people to guess?

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

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

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

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

Instead of thinking about how to entertain these upper-class people, why not let them guess?

The other party is not qualified.

Only a few nobles who looked slightly younger had an eager look in their eyes, while the other old nobles raised their wine glasses and tasted the wine quietly.

He looked like he was ignoring the other person.

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

Lord Tintagel could sense the slight.

It is a kind of contempt that is destined to be denied from birth no matter how hard you try.

His face suddenly turned red, and he even had an impulse in his heart, and couldn't help but pull open the curtain directly to scare those self-righteous guys.

But Lord Tintagel endured it.

Compared with that gentleman, this humiliation is nothing.

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

Obviously, this is the most distinguished one on the field.

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.

At his feet lay a... kobold.

The one at the beginning was bought by Schorlemmer VII.

The dog-headed man has shiny black fur, a thin body, and the limbs of an adult, but his head is shaped like a dog. From the looks of it, he looks like a greyhound.

The black-skinned dog's limbs 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 ferocious.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's this look that makes me feel good when I whip him with the whip."

Schorlemmer VII just liked this wild look.

Unlike human slaves, who would just bury their heads and swallow their anger after being taught a lesson a few times.

He was aware of the atmosphere on the field, but just like teaching slaves a lesson, the untouchables also had to be punished appropriately.

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

Below yourself, yourself, and above yourself.

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

With just one order from him, he could peel off their skins at any time and turn them into another treasure.

And above himself, of course, are the descendants of the Creator, the world's nobles with the blood of God.

That was the class that he envied and yearned for so much, and couldn't help but crawl at its feet!
The original purpose of purchasing the Power Rock was to take advantage of 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 would he need to use the power rock?
But after establishing this business relationship, he will be able to interact more with that celestial dragon.

Unfortunately, it was messed up by that insane navy.

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

Pick up a table knife and put it to the kobold's face.

"Remember, I am your master."

He sneered, his voice unmasked.

The knife swung at an angle, its teeth digging into the kobold's thick fur.

Schorlemmer VII cut a piece of meat from the kobold's cheek slowly and carefully, as if he was cutting a tough steak.

The kobold was almost trembling all over, his pupils bloodshot.

The iron shackles rattled.

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

This hatred is second only to his hatred for himself.

René groaned a few times.

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

The bloody meat made the lady turn pale.

But Schorlemmer VII's smile grew even wider.

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

Then clap your hands.

"This must be a very rare treasure, isn't it, 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 began to look forward to the other party's expression after the black cloth was removed.

Why should I be the only one to suffer this?
He wants to drag everyone down with him!

Baron Tintagel took two steps forward and personally pushed the prison cart in front of Schorlemmer VII.

"Your Majesty, you are free to try."

"Oh?"

After hearing this, Schorlemmer VII finally became a little interested.

Suddenly, he stabbed the curtain with a knife.

"Uh-huh!!"

There were sounds of swallowing and struggling coming from the black cloth.

"Hahaha, it looks like it's still alive."

Schorlemmer VII narrowed his eyes. This kind of pleasure of torture could never be felt in the palace.

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

After cutting the knife, Schorlemmer VII sat back in his seat and wiped the knife with his handkerchief.

He saw Lord Tintagel's particularly distressed and panicked expression.

This is what he wants.

This lowly person has a collection of this level but he doesn't even present it to him. What's the point of collecting it?

I really can't figure out my position!

Lord Tintagel's alarm was not false.

He was really afraid that the old king would not show enough strength and stab the celestial dragon inside to death, which would turn a dead end into a hopeless situation.

Well, it seems there is no difference.

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

That means you are still alive.

Baron Tintagel glanced casually at the Den Den Mushi hanging on the ceiling and thought to himself, it was not him who dragged the king into this trouble, but the king himself who did it.

Once that Den Den Mushi records all of this, they will all be in the same boat...

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

Directly use your hands or feet through the dark curtain.

"He looks pretty solid, could he be a fur tribe member as well?"

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

"It could also be a fishman. Its head looks like a round hood!"

"What about the mermaids?"

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

A loyal merman slave lover said with certainty.

"Could it be the snake-headed tribe, the fat-headed snake?"

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

"Could it be a giant in the infant state?"

A pot-bellied noble poked it with a fork and said with disdain.

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

"It's possible!"

Several nobles were very excited and fiddled with the curtain.

Amid the revelry, no one noticed that on the ceiling, there was a Den Den Mushi with an intricate spiral shell and wearing tactical glasses, wriggling a little bit.

Without blinking, the tactical glasses broadcast the scene of this ridiculous banquet to all the video-den-den-mushi around the world that could receive the signal, including those screens that lined up on the Sabaody Archipelago.

It was just after nightfall, and it was the time for people to digest their food, so they naturally gathered around the suddenly lit screen.

Including Lieutenant General Browne stationed in Shampoo.

Yes, he is already a lieutenant general.

Thanks to the Joker, many vacancies appeared in the navy's vice admiral rank. Even he, a navy man who had been hiding in the Sabaody Archipelago and doing nothing, was promoted to a higher rank.

When there are no holes above, you can only get a possible chance by working hard, but if there are a lot of holes above and no one to fill them, you can get promoted by just putting a pig in a military uniform.

Ahem, it seems like I'm scolding myself as well.

Brownie coughed lightly.

“Is this the show you prepared?”

He asked a dark-skinned, bearded man beside him.

The other party is the president of Major Yaluo's followers, and now the leader of a major force in the Sabaody Archipelago.

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

Brownie was also quite familiar with this Followers Society. He was very sensitive about slavery and liked to ransack houses and burn them.

They were also the most likely people to be playing out what was on the screen in front of them, an upper-class slave-exchange party.

"not us."

Bray had a serious expression on his face. He was very dissatisfied as he watched the nobles on the screen treating humans as treasures and exchanging them with each other and riding on their laps.

Thanks to their efforts, there are now no slave traders or slave-hunting teams in the Chabaobab Archipelago. The chaotic situation that has lasted for more than half a year has gradually formed a situation of separation among the three parties.

A clown gang that likes to wear clown masks and act like bandits.

The Followers of Major Arrow have a deep hatred for slaves and absorb a large number of people from the lower classes.

There is also a naval branch stationed here.

"This should be the New World. I have never heard of such a king in Paradise."

"Yes, Schorlemmer VII. I met him once when the World Conference was held a few years ago."

"But what's the point of doing this live broadcast?"

Brownie was puzzled.

Then reported it as usual.

This was a request made after Akainu's rebellion.

"Perhaps there are people with the same aspirations as us who want to unite more people and launch an attack on these hypocritical nobles!"

"This is the best consolation for Major Yaro!"

Bray had a look of piety on his face.

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

Others may not know, but how could he not know who Major Yaro is?

That was from his boat.

Even that bastard Jacques is on the wanted list!
In this way, I am also an expert who has fought with the Joker's pirates for hundreds of rounds and almost killed them...

Fortunately, Brownie is much more calm now.

After he became a lieutenant general, he wanted nothing more.

It is impossible to be promoted to general.

As for those three gaps, not to mention the issue of vacancies, the key is whether there is the ability to fill them.

Brownie has seen the gap between himself and those monsters.

The gap between people is sometimes even greater than the gap between people and giants!
His life goal has become similar to that of a general.

"Hmm, maybe."

"That king is so annoying to watch."

Brownie made a few perfunctory remarks.

His eyes were still fixed on the noise on the screen.

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

Castle, the patience of those nobles has almost been exhausted.

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

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

An unfamiliar noble said.

As soon as these words were spoken, the banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and the whimpering of the kobolds became particularly clear.

After a moment's silence, all the nobles, including King Schorlemmer VII, could not stop laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Did you hear what he said, Draco?"

"How could it be a Celestial Dragon? Hahaha!"

……

"I laughed my ass off. This is definitely the funniest joke I've heard this year!"

"Boy, do you understand the meaning behind these three words 'celestial dragon'?"

After a hearty laugh, Schorlemmer VII couldn't help but step forward and pat the strange nobleman on the shoulder.

The purple suit and cape seemed a little out of place among these nobles wearing stockings, but it was still formal attire.

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

Schorlemmer VII opened his hands, making no secret of his admiration and yearning.

"Congratulations then."

The strange noble in front of him raised the corner of his mouth and held a table knife that he had taken out from somewhere.

There are still some blood stains left.

"Not only have you succeeded in blaspheming God, you have also stabbed Him in the back."

The strange noble looked up.

His face was as pale as if it had been painted with white paint, and his eyes were full of mockery and madness.

No red noses…!
Schorlemmer VII, who had just thought of a very bad answer, was relieved.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Bucky pressed the knife to the king's face, just as he had just pressed it to the kobold's face.

The other hand produced 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 his red nose back, and wiped it.

This is the Joker.

Behind the curtain...

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

The other party nodded.

Ever since being found by the clown, Baron Tintagel knew that he had no chance of survival, but it was worth it to be able to bring all these nobles along.

"What a shame. I was hoping one of you would guess it right."

"After all, this may be your only chance in this life to own a Celestial Dragon slave."

The clown's hand holding the table knife was still pressed against the king's face.

The body just moves at a leisurely pace.

Came to the side of the prison van.

"You know, the melody in my head seems to be getting tighter and tighter, like a city's alarms going off at the same time."

"But it's getting faster and faster, 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 verse."

“Ding-da!”

The curtain was drawn.

"The mystery is solved, huhuhuhuhu."

An extremely white robe, a broken glass cover that was a must-have for those who came into this troubled world, self-inflicted wounds on his legs, and a face that had obviously been beaten but was still recognizable.

Schorlemmer VII looked as pale as death.

You can't go wrong...

This is the youngest son of the Financial Martial God family, Saint Izambalon Coral!
"The admiral will be here soon!"

"No, they won't."

The clown put his index finger to his lips.

The smile is particularly unrestrained.

(End of this chapter)