One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Could you please not grip my hand so tightly?

World Economic News Agency branch.

Charles Long looked furious.

"How can the world government interfere with newspapers!"

We demand freedom of speech!

"They're scared, they definitely are!"

How can I tolerate having my own handwritten report banned!

"The president has already agreed to this matter."

"The newspaper from three days ago was the last batch printed by the printing department."

A newspaper deliveryman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and speaking human language pushed up his glasses; his attire, unlike that of a typical newspaper deliveryman, clearly indicated that he was special.

He's the secretary among the newspaper-delivering seagulls!

"I disagree!"

Charles Lang was still shouting.

"Isn't this the big news the president has been chasing? Did he take money from the Navy to do this?!"

The mysterious seagull's narrow eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, suddenly focused.

"Charles, get your bearings."

"If it weren't for the fact that your news report this time was really well written."

"Just for that slander you just made against our great underground emperor Morgans, that's enough to send you to Printing Island as a laborer for a year!"

The threat of Printing Island calmed Charles's impetuous nature considerably.

"The Navy's actions are not without cost."

The Mystic Gull remained unhurried.

"As a price for suspending our reporting, we will have exclusive rights to cover this public execution by the Navy."

"This is truly big news worldwide!"

Exclusive reporting rights to public executions!

Charles's eyes lit up again.

The previous outcry was mainly due to the feeling that their great work had been treated unfairly, not really for the sake of justice.

Now that another opportunity has presented itself to him, he naturally calmed down.

"The Navy intends to make this a big spectacle; they plan to broadcast the execution live on islands around the world."

"Sabaody Archipelago is no exception."

But that's not all the Mystic Gull wanted to say.

“Of course, more importantly, we can go directly to the battlefield to report!” His eyes also burned with fervor.

No profound insights are needed; the mere mention of Whitebeard's name is enough to make one realize the sheer scale of this execution.

Reporting on such a scene really excites me!

"And what about the reporter who took the photos? The editor-in-chief said he'd give him a reward."

"Arne?"

Upon hearing the exclusive report, Charles completely disregarded the issue of the news being banned.

Anyway, he had anticipated that the report would be exaggerated.

Can you really call yourself a journalist on the Grand Line if you don't have a few censored news articles?

He went out and asked a few questions.

Arne, the new reporter, has now risen to a very high position in the bureau.

Charles generously provided him with an expensive Den Den Mushi (snail phone) for taking photos; its small and portable size has always made it an essential item for well-known journalists.

But this guy seems to be holding something.

Charles didn't pay much attention, and after a brief chat, he returned to the Mystic Gull.

"This guy has a very interesting request!" he clicked his tongue.

"Oh?"

"He wants to add a live-streaming screen at Naval Headquarters as well, haha, so those sailors can see themselves being broadcast live, how interesting!"

Secretary Ou instinctively frowned, not understanding the meaning behind this request.

However, it shouldn't be difficult to do.

After all, they had just agreed to the Navy's request to ban the newspaper.

"Alright, I'll pass on the message to Lord Morgans!"

"I remember, the public execution is in seven days."

Secretary Gu flapped her wings and glided out of the branch office window.

Then it landed on the ground and started running.

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"The messenger gull has gone out; they must have agreed to my request."

Alner whispered to himself.

"Hehehe, this is an essential part."

He held another hand in his hands, like the hand of some parasitic beast, with ears and eyes.

Clearly, the person in solitary confinement was still somewhat unwilling to be alone.

"Continue with your career development; you seem quite interested in this profession."

Bucky felt that his initial advice had worked.

Having an interest is the best thing; a journalist is a very important tool.

People in this world seem to have never really seen the power of public opinion.

Of course, it could also be the power of short essays.

Arne blushed slightly after his thoughts were exposed, and stammered:

"Don't forget, I'm still your navigator."

“He’s a navigator candidate,” Bucky said, jumping to the window.

The navigator is a very important position on a ship, so he must be carefully selected.

"Okay, okay, it's a candidate."

"Just don't forget."

Arne looked at the strange hand with a slightly helpless expression, then jumped out of the window with a whoosh.

They disappeared into the crowd in no time.

Judging from the direction it left, it seemed to follow a similar path to Secretary Ou.

He rubbed his head and took his camera Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).

I'm planning to interview a friend I recently met.

That's a cute guy with a bounty of 100 Berries!

Alne felt that interviewing these guys was much easier than interviewing other pirates.

Moreover, they always have plenty to talk about when it comes to bounties.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 23 Warm Man

It acts as a hand.

It's actually much more convenient than being human, especially when you need to do things that are difficult to do in public.

Bucky followed closely in the footsteps of the secretary gull.

Silently, it swept past the tall crowd.

The food in the hotel district probably isn't very good.

He could see sailors who had drunk themselves into a stupor lying in some corner of the street, accompanied by their own vomit.

Luckily, I wasn't wearing a nose bag.

He felt a sense of relief.

The Secretary Gull is larger than a typical Newspaper Gull, resembling the Karoo Duck of Alabasta.

He moved through the crowd much like a teenage newsboy.

He seemed quite alert, and after running for a while, he would stop somewhere and scan the crowds coming and going on the hotel street with his eyes.

A rough-around-the-edges sailor with a muscular build.

A businessman who wears glasses and always seems to be calculating, no matter where he goes.

There were also some craftsmen with hammers and pliers tied around their waists.

There are very few pirates here.

This is where ships that have applied to the World Government to cross the Red Earth wait.

Pirates wouldn't make that kind of application.

Of course, the world government would not agree to that.

Well, except for one undercover pirate who might be different.