One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Those bigwigs who can decide the Navy's stance don't actually have my phone number.

The major general in Sicily was already the lowest-ranking person they had contacted.

Therefore, he became the one who bore this part of the pressure.

"you understand me!"

Sicily clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to utter any words of accusation, otherwise the leaders of the absolute justice faction would not have allowed him to see the sun on the third day.

He had already realized it.

I have to choose a side in this matter.

Damn it, all it was was raiding a human auction house, how did it cause such a huge uproar?!

"mean?"

"What did Your Excellency the Major General just say?"

Bucky's expression was full of amusement.

Sicily's stifled tone further convinced him that he had found the trigger.

The order had long been torn apart; it was just that someone had been trying to patch it up.

But the conflict won't disappear; they're just waiting for an outlet.

Bucky created such an outlet.

The nobles and Doflamingo served as important springboards for expanding this market.

What was originally a minor incident can have its impact multiply exponentially after going through several stepping stones.

Of course, more importantly, the world government itself is very sensitive to this.

Sensitivity to the phrase "emancipation of slaves".

Sicily remained silent for a long while.

To his right, a silver Den Den Mushi that had been merely a decoration for years began to hum for the first time.

This is a call from a high-ranking official in the world government.

What should one's stance be?

It was already decided a long time ago, right?

The World Government is the true controller of the Navy, while the World Nobles prefer slaves.

Then the Sabaody Archipelago will not change.

"Give up, Yarrow."

Do you think such audacious acts of justice can change this island?

"I've been here for so many years, and this island has never changed!"

That's because you're afraid of dying.

The young man's soft voice pierced Sicily's heart.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 18 The Fire Will Soothe Everything

fear death?

How could I possibly be afraid of death!

Sicily felt she had countless words and a lot of anger to vent, wanting to show this guy who looked down on her what a naval rear admiral was like!

I am far superior to a noble major like him!

But the reality left him speechless when faced with those two words.

He didn't know how to refute it.

"At the very least, you must guarantee the safety of those nobles."

This is Sicily's bottom line.

As long as the lives of nobles and wealthy merchants are not threatened, the World Government will not put excessive pressure on the Navy, and everything is negotiable.

"Well, that depends on their own efforts."

Bucky thought about it carefully and felt that the possibility was unlikely.

After all, he always considered himself a person who kept his promises.

If you say you're going to set a fire, then you definitely are going to set a fire.

Around him, the sound of building materials exploding and burning could be heard from time to time.

The intense firelight made his face glow red.

The once massive, semi-circular building is now reduced to a rough framework, still struggling amidst the flames.

"it's a pity."

He abruptly hung up the Den Den Mushi, and Sicily, gleaning certain facts from his tone and the sounds of his surroundings, was like a powder keg that had been lit.

It's incredibly noisy.

"I've already said it; I advised them to save themselves."

"Didn't you take their money?"

Swann, with his short hair, wore a brown robe, which added a touch of heroic spirit to his neat short hair.

"What do you mean by 'their money'!"

Bucky frowned, feeling that he, as a criminal, had been greatly insulted.

"They raided my house, do you understand? They clearly took my money!"

"I was just right to get my money back."

Is this even possible??

Swan opened his mouth silently, his worldview having been significantly shaken.

After plundering the wealth of those nobles and rich merchants, they would lock them in the burned-down buildings before them, listening to their desperate cries of desperation.

Such a thing.

This makes the word "justice" behind the man in front of us even more prominent!

Swan watched Bucky's retreating figure, his eyes practically sparkling with admiration.

What was her identity before she met Bucky?

A trafficked item for sale.

An exiled soul that can control its own bodily functions but has no ownership of its body.

To preserve the integrity of the goods, the slave-catching team did not subject her to any abuse.

But the words of the other slaves had given Swan a glimpse into his fate.

Slaves without beauty suffer endless oppression from their slave owners in terms of physical labor.

Until the dead.

For some beautiful slaves, their fate was even more cruel.

It was so cruel that Swann shuddered uncontrollably just thinking about it.

Therefore, she had long been prepared to exchange her life for dignity.

Until Bucky appeared.

Self-help.

What beautiful words!

This means that I have finally regained myself.

Finally, I can give something in return.

Bucky didn't know how to describe his strange feelings at that moment.

It's like holding a gun to a passerby's head and threatening to kill them.

The other person exclaimed in surprise, "Then you should do a good deed!"

This is the order of the world.

It's always incredibly ironic.

Ironically, when you intend to destroy the current order and justice, the advice you'll probably get is to do a good deed.

What if it's the guy who likes to wear leather jackets?

What will he do?

As Bucky pondered this, he turned his gaze to the naval soldiers other than Jacques.

Alne has gone to the newspaper office; Bucky needs him to spread the news throughout the island as soon as possible.

These marines were not like Jacques; they were already aware of Paki's true nature.

Most of them weren't even sergeants.

I just followed the orders and got to work.

It wasn't until he had countless banknotes on his person and personally trampled the heads of nobles under his feet that he began to understand.

It seems there's no going back.

Joel is that kind of navy officer.

I did odd jobs for two years.

Washing dishes, mopping the floor, doing laundry, washing the deck

After two years of doing odd jobs, I finally became a formal naval soldier.