One Piece: Buggy the Clown Who Fell From Grace

There were only two or three tables inside, and they were covered in scratches.

Four or five bar stools were placed on one side of the bar.

Bucky sat down at the bar and tapped his fingers a few times.

An old man with a big beard jogged over from outside.

His face was clean, but his trouser legs were stained with a lot of blood.

Before they ran over, you could still faintly hear a few sounds of arguing.

"That's a real devil, why are you still going to get involved with him?"

"He has killed countless people!"

"I don't care, once you enter the tavern, you're a customer. How can a customer be left unattended?"

This should be the old man's figure.

The other person jogged into the bar, wiped the table with a gray cotton cloth, and then draped it over their shoulder.

After a few movements, his trembling hands and feet calmed down considerably.

It felt like returning to their home turf.

"Would the guests like something to drink?"

"There's some malt liquor and a little rum, not much left, just two bottles."

I've heard that pirates have an incredible capacity for alcohol, so the bearded old man said a few words beforehand to avoid being blamed later.

The Kingdom of Lulusia was poor to begin with, and being able to occasionally drink some ale was a good pastime.

Few people would order rum.

"Then let's have a malt bar."

Bucky nodded his chin.

There's no rush to leave.

The Navy just had a conflict with the Big Mom Pirates, so it's already quite impressive that they were able to squeeze out a fleet so quickly.

Not many people will come in a short period of time.

Of course, the main reason is that Bucky is in a much better mood now.

I have time to think about whether to continue waiting for the news I want, or to get involved in the battle on the flying squirrel's side first.

The flying squirrel's call was a pleasant surprise; he was mainly waiting for news from Zephyr.

There was nothing in Wano Country that could pique his interest; it was just a few nails scattered around.

How does it feel to wear a mask?

The old man poured a glass of brown ale from the barrel behind him, with a layer of white foam floating on top.

Hearing Bucky's words, he chuckled twice.

"They've become much bolder; it seems like they're willing to do anything."

What he said was very true.

The condescending tone of the aristocratic lords had dominated them for generations, and it was deeply ingrained.

In addition, island nations, with their limited land area and fewer outsiders, tend to have more firmly established perceptions.

If they hadn't been truly driven to the brink of despair, if the Joker hadn't ripped off the face of the World Government...

They might not actually have the courage to do such a thing.

Bucky drank in a slow, even elegant manner.

He is very different from the madman that is widely rumored to be.

Even his eyes didn't wander around frivolously; instead, they were very calm.

The calmness made one think that this must be some kind of old man.

Well, all of this is based on the premise that the Joker isn't interested in them.

Seeing this, the old man felt a sudden unease.

He picked up a gray cloth and wiped the barrel.

Finding something to do can help calm him down.

"If you wish, this island is always ready to be adorned with your flag."

The old man's excuse was that he couldn't ignore his customers.

This sentence was his motivation.

Plant the flag.

To become a subordinate of a certain pirate.

This is the way of survival for islands and nations along the Grand Line.

The bearded old man could see it clearly.

Their victory at this moment is only temporary. To survive at sea, apart from a few strong nations, the vast majority of countries must align themselves with a certain flag.

The Kingdom of Lulucia was originally a member state of the World Government, flying the naval flag and receiving the protection of the navy.

But they overturned all of that.

That would make them easy prey for the pirates.

Once you've taken a spot where no one will cause trouble, why be polite?

Therefore, seeking refuge under the banner of a great pirate became their way of survival.

Of course, the Joker is not a good choice.

He's incredibly good at attracting hatred.

However, it also has a fearsome reputation.

If they hang the clown flag, ordinary pirates probably wouldn't dare to mess with them.

The demon clown is quite intimidating.

When the value expands to a certain level, the corresponding impact changes are also obvious. For most bounty hunters and pirates, they would still take a gamble when it reaches 2 billion, but they would be extremely calm when it reaches 3.9 billion.

Moreover, the navy still has some sense of shame and will not attack civilians without provocation.

This is the method the old man came up with.

He had been plotting this ever since he met the clown.

There was nothing they could do; Kaido and Shanks didn't know each other, and there wasn't anything in the kingdom that could attract that big-mom from Whole Cake Island.

It can only be said that it is a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils.

I just hope this clown's appetite isn't as terrifying as the Celestial Dragons'.

The world of the so-called strong has always been a very real place for ordinary people like them.

It's lucky to have met the Joker at this time.

Otherwise, given the sheer power of that naval fleet, they would have had no chance of stopping it.

Once the Guan family regains power.

Given the former king's tyrannical temper, these rebels would probably all be sold into slavery.

"Hmm, that should be very exciting."

Upon hearing this, Bucky couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This was a path he had never imagined.

After all, he hadn't put any effort into building up any power base; he mostly acted on impulse, prioritizing satisfying his own boredom.

It occasionally provokes the world government and navy.

He likes people who claim to be righteous the most.

Perhaps we could make a small game?

However, this is contingent on them having enough gunpowder.

"That depends on what you can give me in return."

Bucky brought up real-world issues.

Planting the flag is just a game, of course.

but.

"You can't do things you're good at for nothing."

Pakistan is quite realistic in this regard.

Especially when he wasn't feeling that bored.

This actually relieved the bearded old man; what he feared most was that the clown was a madman who couldn't talk.

There's no point in saying anything then.

We found quite a few good things in the king's castle.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw someone quickly walk into the tavern.

The man reeked of blood, which immediately silenced the old man's words.

It looks somewhat familiar.

It seems to be the same navy officer who has always been by the king's side?

The man pushed open the folding door but didn't say anything.

He knelt down in front of the clown, holding a small knife in his hands.

The knife still had bits of flesh and blood clinging to it.

"Hehehe, I originally guessed it was the king."