One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

Clearly, this is the most distinguished person on the field.

The king of the Kingdom of Prodance.

Shaulaima VII.

A greedy fellow.

But at this moment, Baron Tintagel could only look at the king with pleading eyes, lowering the wine glass he held lower and lower.

King Shorema VII was not unaware of such gazes, but he merely glanced at them before lowering his head again.

A dog-headed man was lying on the side of his feet.

The one shown at the beginning was the one that King Shorema VII bought.

The kobold had glossy black fur, a lean body, and the limbs of an adult, but its head was shaped like a dog, resembling a greyhound.

The black greyhound's limbs were bound with iron shackles, a spiked collar was around its neck, and a cowhide muzzle covered its face.

He bared his teeth and his eyes were extremely fierce.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's the look in his eyes. It'll feel better when I whip him later."

King Shorema VII loved that wild look in his eyes.

Unlike human slaves, who would bury their heads and swallow their anger after being taught a few lessons, they were not slaves.

He was not unaware of the atmosphere on the field, but just as he would discipline slaves, he also needed to give the common people a proper talking-to.

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

Below oneself, oneself, and above oneself.

King Shorema VII felt that those below him, even the nobles around him who were also dressed in fine clothes, were no different from commoners.

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

Above them, of course, are the descendants of the Creator, the world's nobles who flow with the blood of gods.

That was the social class he envied and longed for, yet couldn't help but grovel at!

The original purpose of buying the Power Rock was to get on the good side of a Celestial Dragon.

He could have easily annexed neighboring countries by spending some money to hire a few pirate crews; why would he need to use some kind of power rock?

But only after establishing this business relationship could he have more dealings with that Celestial Dragon.

Unfortunately, it was ruined by that brain-dead navy officer.

Thinking of this, King Shorema VII's expression turned cold.

Pick up a kitchen knife and stick it to the kobold's face.

"I remember, I am your master."

He sneered, his voice undisguised.

The knife was angled, its serrated edges piercing into the kobold's thick fur.

Shorema VII sliced ​​off a piece of meat from the kobold's cheek, as if cutting a tough steak, slowly and carefully.

The kobold trembled almost entirely, his eyes bloodshot.

The iron shackles clanked.

He didn't yell or scream, but struggled desperately, staring intently as he etched the man's face into his mind.

This hatred was second only to his hatred for himself.

René groaned a few times.

After the king removed the flesh from his cheek, he greeted a wealthy noblewoman beside him.

The sight of the bloody flesh turned the noblewoman's face deathly pale.

But King Shorema VII's smile widened.

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

Then they clapped their hands.

"This must be a very rare treasure, won't it, my Baron?"

"Yes, I guarantee it! This is a treasure that none of you have ever seen in your lives!"

Baron Tintajel patted his chest, and for some reason, he began to look forward to seeing the other man's expression after the black cloth was removed.

Why should I be the only one suffering like this?

He's going to drag everyone down with him!

Baron Tintajel took two steps forward and personally pushed the prison cart to King Shorema VII.

"Your Majesty, you are welcome to try it."

"Oh?"

King Shorema VII finally showed some interest upon hearing this.

Suddenly, he stabbed the curtain with the knife.

"Ugh!!"

The black cloth carried sounds of sobbing and struggling.

"Haha, it seems to be alive."

King Shorema VII squinted; this kind of sadistic pleasure was something he could never experience in the palace.

"That's all the information I have. You guys should give it a try."

After making the cut, King Shorema VII sat back down and wiped the knife with a handkerchief.

He saw the deep pain and panic on Baron Tintagel's face.

This is what he wanted.

This lowly commoner has such a treasure and you don't even offer it to him? What's the point of collecting treasures at all?

I really don't know my own place anymore!

Baron Tintager's shock was no joke.

He was genuinely afraid that the old king might not be careful and accidentally kill the Celestial Dragon inside, which would turn a certain death into a certain death.

Hmm, it doesn't seem to make any difference.

Fortunately, the knife wasn't very sharp, and mumbled sounds could be heard from under the black cloth.

That means he's still alive.

Baron Tintajel glanced casually at the Den Den Mushi hanging on the ceiling and thought to himself, "This really wasn't him dragging the King into this mess; it was the other side who did it themselves."

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

Following the king's lead, other nobles did the same.

They could touch the object directly with their hands or feet through a dark curtain.

"He seems rather sturdy; could he also be a fur-bearer?"

After kicking it a few times, someone guessed it from the feel of the kick.

"It could also be a fish-man, its head looks like a round dome!"

"What about the merfolk?"

"Impossible! A mermaid wouldn't have such a bulky figure!"

"That's what a die-hard merman slave enthusiast said with absolute certainty."

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

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

"Could it be a giant in its infant form?"

A portly nobleman poked at it with his fork and said with a look of disdain.

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

"That's very possible!"

Several nobles were quite excited, fiddling with the curtain.

In the midst of their jubilation, they were completely unaware that on the ceiling, a Den Den Mushi with an intricately patterned shell and tactical goggles was slowly wriggling.

Without blinking, the tactical goggles broadcast the scene of this absurd banquet to video Den Den Mushi (snail-shaped electric scoops) around the world that could receive the signal.

This also includes the screens that stand tall on islands like Sabaody Archipelago.

It was just after nightfall, a time when people were digesting their food after dinner, so they naturally gathered around the screen that had suddenly lit up.

This includes Lieutenant General Brownie, who is stationed in Chambord.

Yes, he is already a lieutenant general.

Thanks to the Joker, there were many vacancies for vice admirals in the Navy, and even he, who had been staying in the Sabaody Archipelago without doing much, was promoted one rank.

When there are no pits above, even if you work yourself to death, you can only get one possible chance. But if there are a lot of pits above that no one is filling, you could put a pig in a military uniform and it would be promoted.

Cough cough, it seems like I've insulted myself too.

Brownie coughed lightly twice.

"Is this the program you prepared?"

He asked a dark-skinned man with a large beard beside him.

The other party is the president of Major Yaro's Followers, who is now the head of a major power in the Sabaody Archipelago.

It is said that he was a navy officer a little over a year ago.

Brownie was quite familiar with this cult, was very sensitive about slavery, and enjoyed ransacking and burning houses.

They are also the most likely people to be the ones showing the content on the screen in front of them—an upper-class banquet exchanging slaves.

"It wasn't us."