One Piece: Dark Empire

Night falls.

The hustle and bustle of Roland fades as the bright starlight glows in the lilac night, and bonfires light up on both sides of the red carpet, illuminating a passage leading to the port.

The flames crackled and burned, and white smoke slowly drifted through the air.

The campfire flickered, and the reflection of Draco was reflected in the firelight.

They rode on human mounts and walked slowly at the front of the crowd.

The waiters in the auction hall carried the goods of the Draco people in their hands and followed them respectfully.

Further behind, there are slaves photographed by them.

In addition to the thirty-two princesses with different styles, there were more than a dozen other slaves, either with large waists or graceful manners, all of which were of good color.

"Charros, don't forget, half of those slaves are mine!"

Musgadru Saint quietly strangled his mount and drove side by side with Charros Saint, his eyes glancing back from time to time, and he didn't know what kind of scene came to his mind, and his face was full of smiles.

"Forget about those dancers before, these people are not allowed to move until I get tired of it."

"Hehe, rest assured, I will pay you well, I won't pay the bill." When I get back to the boat, I'll make sure you pick half of it first.

Charros Saint sniffled and replied with an urn.

Musgardru smiled reservedly and decently, speeding up to catch up with his father and sister.

With Charross' commitment, he calmly set his sights on his sister, Don Quixote Olgaclel, and finally regained a little confidence as a brother.

Claire was born brilliant and was regarded by the family's elders as a being capable of taking the Don Quixote family to new heights.

It is clear that he is pampered by thousands of people, but he is always lazy and not interested in anything.

These days, he has been complaining that Charross took his slaves for entertainment without his consent, only to be taunted by his sister.

Now without spending a penny, you got a dozen new slaves for nothing, you should be impressed by your sister, right?

Thinking of this, Musijadru straightened his chest and smiled and said to Claire: "Charross just said, when he returns to the ship, he will give me half of these slaves."

"There are quite a few human females your age, I can give you a few if you want, or how about we pick them together?" It just so happens that you bought a few Devil Fruits this time, and you also need someone to eat them, right?

He tried to keep his tone flat, as if it were just an ordinary small talk.

Claire's interests are different from those of her other siblings, and she prefers to use the Devil Fruit to cultivate slaves as capable beings rather than molesting slaves, and she spends her days in her palace to conduct research.

Hearing Musijadru mention the Devil Fruit, Claire finally raised a trace of interest on her face in mourn, nodded and said

, "Okay, then I'll pick four at will... No, two.

"No problem!"

Musgadrew was shocked, feeling that his relationship with Claire was one step closer, and quickly seized the opportunity to volunteer:

"Do you need me to help you choose?" I'm still quite confident in picking slaves..."

"No need!"

Claire refused bluntly, glancing her face over: "Also, can you stay away from me, it feels a little disgusting to get too close." "

Musgadaru petrified on the spot.

Countless times his heart was as eager as today, and countless times he was ruthlessly crushed by Claire.

Fortunately, he quickly adjusted and continued to lean in front of his sister:

"How about you look at this distance now?" Is there a feeling of discomfort..."

......

？ Above the sea, the gentle sea breeze blows slowly, and the head is full of green silk.

The maid called Polk by Claire stood on the deck, wearing a poorly fitting maid skirt, and the wide, heavy white skirt dragged directly to the ground.

Her long black and shiny hair was messy in the wind, revealing a slightly immature but still stunning beautiful face.

She stood on her tiptoes and looked obsessively at the ships that had just sailed away.

Until three months ago, she was a female warrior who roamed the sea.

However, after a brutal attack on the sea and a fierce battle, she and her sister's pirate group became the spoils of human traffickers and spent two months in a dark cell.

It wasn't until Claire, who was a Draco, bought the three sisters together that she had a chance to see the sea again.

"Sister, Draco, they're back."

On the other side of the ship, the two girls in charge of looking at the wind saw the return of Draco from a distance, and quickly ran to remind them.

Their hair color is blue and orange, and their long hair and waist are scattered behind their heads.

Polk suddenly came back to his senses, the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and then returned to dimming.

The sea is always mysterious and charming, not eclipsed by whose withdrawal, but she has lost her qualifications.

"Well, I see."

She turned and walked to the other side, ready for the greeting ceremony.

Under the skirt, the girl's heavy sea stone chains dragged on the ground as she walked, binding her dreams and freedom to this boat.

At this time, more than a dozen slaves gathered at the gangway entrance, and they knelt on the ground trembling, eager to lower their heads into the dust.

A hint of struggle flashed in Polk's eyes.

"Sister!"

Seeing the Draco climbing the gangway, the orange-haired girl on the side quickly pulled Polk's sleeve to bring her to her knees, while the other quietly took her sister's hand to calm her emotions.

Draco walked by on his mount, but Polk could only see two fighting ants on the ground.

Perhaps in Draco's opinion, there is no difference between a slave and an ant in his own eyes at this time.

In addition to dreams and freedom, they were taken away....

And dignity.

She lowered her head, gradually forgetting that she was surrendering to Draco, her eyes fixed on the bugs, and at the moment when the two decided the winner, she stretched out her finger to crush the winner easily.

"Polk, go and familiarize these two people with the familiar environment and change their clothes." Claire ordered casually.

"Yes."

The girl got up from the ground and walked towards the cabin with the two lucky ones who had been singled out.

Compared to the other Draco, it was undoubtedly lucky to be chosen by Claire, a fact she had noticed after becoming a slave and staying on the ship for almost a month.

"Hey, you slave feels good! Olgaclel, naa, would you like to come and exchange slaves? I still have a lot of good goods here, how about changing your mount?

"I don't want it! That's mine..."

Listening to the faint words coming from behind, a trace of happiness rose in Polk's heart, and at the same time brought an even stronger sense of humiliation.

Without Claire's existence, only a more tragic fate awaits her than it is now.

No matter how lucky slave you are.

Also just slaves.