One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Bucky said, "That's much better than a secretive world government."

He could only find the name of the island in his memory; the rest was blank.

This is normal. Mystria Island was mentioned briefly in the original work because it is located on one of the three shipping routes in the New World, and there are many other islands that have never even been mentioned by name.

This is where the advantage of having a scholar with you becomes apparent.

"Want to go and take a look?"

Robin refers to the three people who kidnapped Aaron and then fled.

She had rarely seen anyone so blatantly using burlap sacks.

As for herself.

She was used to being a tool, both at Baroque Works and before that.

"It shouldn't be necessary."

Bucky shook his head, a mocking look in his eyes.

Not far away, the three men who had tied up Aaron ran back.

A cloud of dust billowed up behind them.

In the smoke and dust, the shadows of swords and guns could be seen faintly.

It was clearly a large group of people.

How could three people with two legs outrun four? The distance between them was visibly shortened.

Arter covered his mouth and nose with a brown mask.

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

Then I heard a bang.

One of them fell to the ground, and the other two were so startled that they tripped and fell as well.

"it is good!"

"Kill all the henchmen in the city!"

Where there are slave hunters, there will inevitably be those who resist.

The same applies to the squad led by Arter.

They were originally a precursor to the Revolutionary Army, a part of the Volunteer Army, but as the Revolutionary Army's power waned in the New World, this reputation became less strong.

They mostly roamed the islands, fighting off people like the trio who were sent by the city to capture slaves.

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

Two slaves can pay the tax of one citizen for a year; this is written in the laws of the kingdom.

The Moon Guardian Kingdom divides its people into Inner People, Outer People, and Savages.

Only those within the country can be considered human, those outside the country are considered half a human, and savages cannot be considered human.

Strictly speaking, fishermen of Aaron's lineage could have been considered outsiders in the past, but now, with the high demand for slaves, they have been automatically classified as savages.

However, Artel knew that there was actually a higher level above these three levels, called the Royal Seed.

They belong to the royal family. They are the royal family that succeeded the original royal family of the Moon Guardian Kingdom after they moved to the Holy Land and became Celestial Dragons. They claim to be the guardians of the Celestial Dragons.

"There seem to be two more people over there. Could they be accomplices?"

The companions refer to Buggy and Robin, who had been observing from the sidelines.

Even the islands of the New World are not immune to foreign pirates.

"They're probably not accomplices, so we can ignore them."

Atel glanced at it briefly before quickly averting his gaze, his expression showing a fleeting moment of unease.

His tone paused briefly before quickly returning to normal.

It was as if they had really only seen two passersby.

I didn't look at it again after that.

Instead, they captured the trio and rallied them.

"Hang up these three guys' corpses and let those city folks see what we're made of!"

"it is good!!"

The billowing dust came quickly and went quickly.

Aaron was also lifted up and taken to a horse.

Art led his squad on a non-stop journey to the next rendezvous point.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the red brick houses had completely disappeared behind him, realizing that his back was soaked with sweat.

"The Joker! The Joker is here!"

He gripped the reins tightly in his palms, his heartbeat, which he had just managed to calm, was exceptionally clear at this moment, thumping as if someone were controlling him.

But as I ran, the scenery around me started to look strange.

"Whoa—"

Altrat pulled on the reins and looked around.

The surroundings suddenly became completely dark, and the sound of water splashing came from under the horses' hooves, as white mist rose up.

This feeling is like being at sea.

How is that possible? I was clearly riding a horse on the island just a second ago!

Art was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but the next moment, he heard a muffled sound coming from beneath the water.

An oak boat leaped out of the water.

Its posture resembled that of a lion pouncing on its prey.

The deck took over from the water and lifted the horses. In the blink of an eye, Alt found himself on the deck of a pirate ship.

There seemed to be a lively party going on here, with cheerful singing and the aroma of food filling the air.

But for no apparent reason, Art felt even more afraid.

Before all of this happened, I only met one person.

clown!

"You seem to have encountered something particularly exciting."

as predicted.

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

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

"Would you be interested in sharing with me?"

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

He gently stroked the Baku's head with his palm.

Don't underestimate this little thing just because it doesn't seem to have much presence. The dream space it creates is incredibly useful.

However, the Baku was a heavy sleeper and slept almost the entire way on Fishman Island.

Of course, compared to its long lifespan, this is nothing more than a nap.

“I…I’ve seen your bounty poster.”

Art gave a wry smile. "Isn't a 3 billion bounty on the Demon Clown scary enough?"

"My pleasure."

Bucky smiled and bowed.

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

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Art dismounted, his legs trembling, and struggled to sit down opposite Baki.

Looking at my face reflected in the hot tea.

Suddenly, a fit of hysteria broke out.

"What else do you want to know!"

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

He smashed the hot tea.

"Yes, I'm not that kind-hearted to save those savages. After I capture them, I'll find a reason to release them to the merchants. But at least, at least I won't sell those children and the elderly!"

You can't do this to me!

Art pulled off his mask, revealing a hooked nose and a yellowish complexion.

"Then how should I treat you?"

Bucky asked with a serious expression.

"How do pirates usually deal with people from the World Government? I really have no experience with that."

Upon hearing the words "World Government," Alte felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

His face was ashen, and cold sweat trickled from his temples down to his chin.

But his hands moved incredibly fast.

He flicked a dagger from his sleeve and slashed it hard across his own neck.

Blood gushed out immediately.

"You will be buried with me."

Alter seemed to have suddenly shed the pressure he was under from Bucky, and there was even a hint of smugness in his eyes.

You guessed it, but I can choose to die.