One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Passing through Bucky's figure.

The restaurant was full of severed limbs.

It was only barely discernible that there were quite a few CP agents here.

These flies have finally learned how to chase people.

He shook his head, his steps in the sunlight carrying a hint of joy.

The silver-armored knight didn't dare to stop the other side at all.

It's easy to tell from his undisguised appearance and smile that he's a clown.

The Joker, with a bounty of 3.2 billion Berries, is known as the Devil.

They were garrison troops who had only heard about the riots and rushed over.

However, the Silver Knight's first impression of the Joker was that this madman... actually seemed quite polite.

After taking a few leisurely steps, Bucky suddenly turned around.

"Excuse me."

"I heard there's a private banquet being held in Prodance City today. Could you tell me the exact location?"

A private party?

Nobles hold banquets every day in the royal city, but the silver-armored knight felt that only that place would interest the clown…

She stretched out her hand and pointed to a towering castle.

"Thank you."

Bucky bowed politely.

Then she turned around and continued to half-dance and half-walk to the melody in her head.

He planned to borrow a stage from the owner of the place.

"Captain... are we just going to let the Joker go like that?"

"Otherwise, should I send you to pursue them?"

Do you have that ability?

The silver-armored knight who gave directions retorted irritably, while simultaneously removing the helmet covering his face.

"The clown actually appeared in the royal city at this time... and I even gave him directions!"

Tracy scratched her short, tousled blonde hair in frustration. If it weren't for her soft facial features and the slight bulge in her chest, few would have guessed she was a female knight.

Frustrated as she was, Tracy had no regrets whatsoever.

Instead, he looked up, his face full of helplessness.

"The weather is about to change!"

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Tintager Castle.

The most important social venue for the upper-class nobles of this kingdom.

Especially after they conquered the neighboring country, the banquets here were almost never stopped.

Even the kingdom's officials knew that if they needed to see the king, they shouldn't go to the cold, imposing palace, but rather to Tintagel Castle, which was brightly lit every night.

This place once belonged to the Don Quixote family, but after that underworld family fell, it was taken back by the king.

However, the essence here remains unchanged.

"The theme remains unchanged today."

Baron Tintager raised a glass of red wine, one hand behind his back, his demeanor dignified.

He was recently conferred the title of baron. Before that, he was a merchant. In order to mingle with these nobles, he even spent some time learning aristocratic etiquette and manners.

He first raised his wine glass to pay homage to the most distinguished person present, King Shorema VII.

"Everyone can exchange their own treasures here, or they can make a deal to exchange for other people's treasures."

This is a social arena, and also a trading arena.

"I'll go first."

At Baron Tintagel's signal, a robust middle-aged man extended his hand.

He clapped his hands.

The servants then pushed in a prison cart covered with a black cloth.

"This must be the most unique collection I've found in the last two years—a dog-headed fur animal!"

Well, this castle was originally intended as a small... human auction venue for nobles.

At his signal, the black cloth was suddenly pulled back.

A creature with a dog's head and a human body, its fur glossy black, bared its teeth and had an extremely fierce expression.

"I didn't expect them to bring out the Mink Tribe right from the start!"

"What an ugly species, not as interesting as the kids last time."

"But its value lies in its rarity. In the old days in Chambord, the price of a Mink would start at 700,000 Berries."

"If we used it to guard the gate, it would definitely be very effective!"

The nobles were abuzz with discussion; using the fur tribe as the opening act had been quite effective, immediately generating buzz.

While secretly pleased with himself, Baron Tintajel quietly relinquished the main seat.

Rare slaves were treasured by nobles far more than antiques and paintings.

After all, they were looking up to the Celestial Dragons.

Soon, this Mink tribe was acquired by a nobleman in exchange for four human women and 500,000 Berries.

Other nobles also displayed their treasured collections.

A neighboring general captured during the war, a pair of twin girls, a beautiful female slave... these are all their treasures.

"How's the last piece of the collection coming along?"

"I've checked, and the condition is pretty good."

"Alright, when you come on stage later, don't remove the cloth yet, but open the cage so that all the noble lords can touch it and guess what it is."

"Yes."

Seeing that the last treasure was in order, Baron Tintagel finally smiled with satisfaction, though his left hand, which was behind his back, was trembling the whole time.

He turned his head again and glanced at a corner of the banquet hall.

Something was stuck to it, and the angle was perfect for seeing the entire banquet hall.

Soon, the nobles' trading of the treasures came to an end. Waiters kept serving wine, and amidst the clinking of glasses, the topic of how to care for and use these treasures became very lively.

"If no one wants to trade, then please enjoy my collection."

Baron Tintager clapped his hands, regaining control of the banquet.

"However, I'd like to keep you in suspense for now."

"Let me ask you all to guess what kind of treasure this is."

"If you guessed correctly, this treasure will be given to him!"

Baron Tintager looked smug.

There was a persistent cold sweat on my temples.

At his signal, another prison cart covered with a black cloth was pushed in. The slight difference was that this black cloth was pasted inside the prison cart.

"As long as the black cloth isn't removed, everyone can touch it freely."

Baron Tintager opened the prison cart door with the key and gestured to the nobles present.

He couldn't wait to give away this treasured item immediately.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 181 The Only Chance in This Life

Do we still need to guess?

Upon hearing Baron Tintajer's words, the previously noisy atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly froze, and the nobles looked at the newly appointed baron with scrutinizing eyes.

Strictly speaking, letting everyone guess the final treasure is not an excessive form of entertainment.

The problem is, the person who proposed this method... was Baron Tintager.

One was a dirty slave trader not long ago, and the other was a minor baron who, after the fall of the Don Quixote family, still managed to gain some status by constantly sending out treasures and throwing money around.

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

The other party is not qualified.

Only a few of the younger-looking nobles were eager to try their wine, while the other established nobles raised their glasses and quietly savored it.

He seemed to be ignoring the other person.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became somewhat eerie.

Baron Tintager could sense the contempt.

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

His face flushed red, and he even had an impulse to pull back the curtain and shock the arrogant guy.

However, Baron Tintagel held back.

Compared to that gentleman, this humiliation is nothing.

He turned to the side and cast his gaze upon the only middle-aged man in the banquet hall wearing a deep red robe. The robe was embroidered with exquisite patterns, mainly in gold and deep purple, interwoven into intricate textures.