There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

Chambord Islands, Area 1.

Backstage at the auction.

In the cage where the slaves are held, the prisoners wear collars around their necks—the collars that can control their life and death, and the key is in the hands of the person in charge.

The auction is about to start, and they will be sold as goods soon.

escape?There is no escape.

Where could a slave flee, collared, whose life and death were controlled?Perhaps before escaping to the door, it has become a headless corpse.

Silence, despair, a pool of stagnant water.

suddenly--

The light flickered, and a young man with silver hair and golden eyes appeared out of thin air in the cage where the slaves were held, as if a stone was thrown into the water, and the stagnant water rippled through layers of ripples.

The young man who appeared out of thin air was dressed in a black and white magician's attire, with a white top hat tilted naturally to the right on his head, black clown boots with raised toes, a pure white cloak, and silver hair braided into a thin strand. Long twist braids, with fuchsia pompoms at the end, look gorgeous and flamboyant.

His appearance is very beautiful, which is an extremely delicate beauty that is incompatible with the surrounding painting style. His right eye is covered by a card similar to a poker card, and there is a shallow scar on the exposed left eye, just like It was a crack that appeared on the beautiful and precious porcelain. Although it was regrettable, it also let this perfection that was full of distance and people dare not touch it fall into the world.

The beautiful young man who appeared out of nowhere opened his slightly squinted eyes, looked around, his eyes that seemed to be smiling turned cold instantly, and his golden pupils shone with a strange light full of destructive desire: "Oh, a free bird accidentally crashed into it. In a hunter's cage, it's a big deal—"

The pretty young man said "not good", but the smile on his face kept expanding.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of several prisoners with their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to scream. He raised his index finger, brought it to his lips, and gestured for silence: "Shhh—"

Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that this young man is a magician. He neither displayed great strength, nor did he have the domineering coercion on his body, but for some reason, just a simple action made these prisoners inexplicably It's hard to describe this feeling when I get nervous, the magician in front of me seems to have a very special and dangerous aura, and the same idea vaguely popped up in the hearts of the prisoners: this person must not be simple.

The prisoner who wanted to scream had his mouth covered by the person beside him, and there were small whispers of conversation in the cage. Fortunately, the weak voice did not alarm the guards.

The magician smiled silently, and glanced at the prisoners one by one. There was a strange gleam in his star-like golden eyes, which seemed to reveal deep pity that was almost sympathetic, but on closer inspection, it seemed that something nor.

He spoke in a soft voice, with the habit of a slight rise in the end: "Little birds who have been imprisoned and free, please be quiet, the auction seems to be about to start, I am going to play a game here, so stay tuned—"

The magician flicked his cloak, disappeared in place, and said lightly, "See you later."

Some of the prisoners still had numb faces, but the eyes of the other prisoners seemed to have light again, and they gathered together to discuss something in a low voice.

"It must be a devil fruit ability user? That person..."

"What are you talking about playing games, that person must want to destroy the auction house..."

"It makes sense. For us, this is a good thing. The more chaos the better, when the time comes, we will join forces, take the opportunity to find the key to the collar, and escape separately..."

Even if he puts on the collar of life and death controlled by others, and is reduced to the point of being auctioned off as goods, he is still unwilling to give up struggling like this.Even if you are close to death, you have to try desperately.This is the beauty of freedom.

In the eyes of everyone, the magician who had already left was hanging on the roof like a spider, listening to the conversation below, and couldn't help but bend his eyes happily: Yes, that's it, let me see your never-ending struggle, for Fight for freedom--

"9527, mark the location of the video phone bug nearby, as well as dynamite... and the clown scare box."

"searching……"

"It has been located, please pay attention to check."

The magician reached into the cloak, which connected the nearby space. He found the small equipment he needed along the cloak, took it out, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, showing a sly smile like a silver fox.

Soon, the auction will begin.

The presenter looked pompous in his comically tall hat and star-shaped sunglasses on his nose.He cleared his throat, ready to say some opening words to warm up the scene: "Welcome—"

As soon as he uttered the word "Welcome", the well-prepared warm-up words of the panelists were interrupted by a burst of sudden laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

This is a magic that changes people alive.

The pure white cloak was raised, and the slender braids swung in a beautiful arc in the air. A silver-haired and golden-eyed magician appeared on the auction stage.

"...Are you the magician who is in charge of warming up?" The organizer was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, his expression was a little annoyed, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Why didn't anyone report to me?"

The magician raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised, but felt that this development was very interesting. He had no choice but to squint at the attendees, with an ambiguous attitude: "I am indeed a magician."

At this moment, a Tianlong man wearing a bubble hood under the stage suddenly said: "[-] million Baileys!"

"Wait, St. Charles Rose, the auction hasn't started yet..." the attendant wiped his sweat and tried to explain with difficulty.

"Isn't the person on the stage just an auction item?" The Tianlong man known as "Saint Charros" ignored his explanation at all, and said arrogantly with a bewildered expression, "I don't have any magician slaves yet. I didn’t see the magic trick just now, I’m going to buy him back and perform it for me!”

"This, this..." The organizer jumped off the stage as if electrocuted, his forehead was sweating non-stop, and after struggling for less than half a minute, he showed a flattering smile, echoing the unreasonable troubles of the Tianlong people without hesitation, "Yes, yes, Charles Saint is right. What is on the stage is the auction item. Charles Rose bid [-] million Baileys. Is there any higher price?"

A dead friend is not dead, he is just a magician who came out of nowhere, and ran to the stage by himself, even if he was bought back by the Tianlong people and tortured as a slave, he deserved it.

The smile on the face of the magician on the stage remained unchanged, but his eyes turned completely cold: "Magician...slave?"

He seemed to be muttering to himself, but also seemed to be questioning something.

"Honestly, I'm a little bit annoyed right now. Magician slaves or something sounds really off-putting."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Gogol. I am a magician and a clown. I like magic and hate not being free."

When Gogol spoke, the arc of the corners of his mouth did not change a bit, and the tail of his tone rose slightly. It didn't sound like anger, but rather casual chatting, but what he said next changed everyone present. complexion.

Gogol glanced at the people sitting under the stage, as if he was disgusted by something, he quickly looked away, and said with a sneer: "It's really disgusting to combine the things I like and the things I hate without authorization. You are obviously a pig-like idiot, but you are surrounded by aloof, and you can easily deprive others of their freedom with a single sentence..."

After a pause, Gogol smiled lightly and raised his index finger, saying with great certainty: "This kind of thing shouldn't exist. There must be something wrong with this world."

"You—what are you talking about?"

The judges turned pale with shock.

Is he crazy?How dare you insult the Tianlong people?

"Come on man - hold him down! Put a collar on him! Shut him up!"

"Press me? Put a collar on me? Tell me to shut up?" Gogol tilted his head, and repeated the words of the conference leader in a strange tone. After speaking, he seemed to find it a little funny, so he looked up I started laughing.

"Is this the rule of the auction? It's a pity that clowns never obey the rules." Gogol laughed and opened his arms, "Everyone, I want to invite you to play a game—"

As his words fell, the background of the amusement park covered reality, colorful balloons floated in the air, and everyone in the auction venue, including the slaves in the background, were all pulled into this clown amusement park full of laughter , fixed in place like a statue, unable to move.

"You, what did you do?"

"There are Tianlong people here, don't be impulsive!"

"I don't want to play any games, let me out!"

……

The people sitting in the seats under the auction stage questioned, threatened, begged, or cursed, making a lot of noise.

On the contrary, the eyes of the slaves who were pulled in flickered, but they didn't say anything.

"Welcome to the clown's playground!" Gogol ignored the questions of these scumbags, and said with a smile to himself, "You have to play games with clowns when you come here, and it is invalid to refuse!"

"The rules of the game are that you can only talk and not move, and you can only leave after answering the clown's question."

"In order to share the clown's game with more people, the whole game will be broadcast live for more people to see. Are you looking forward to hearing this? Don't worry, the game will start soon."

Gogol took out a few video phone worms from his cloak, placed them one by one, and poked them curiously. After confirming that the live broadcast had been turned on, he grinningly said to the video phone worms, "Yeah!" ", and then muttered with a little regret: "It's a pity that there is no barrage..."

Regrets are regrets, Gogol quickly cheered up, took off the card covering his right eye, threw it aside casually, and laughed.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang! The magician Gogol, turned into the clown Gogol, and then became the anchor Gogol—"

"big surprise!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the clown's live broadcast room, I am the anchor Gogol."

Leaning on a gentleman's cane that he took out from nowhere, Gogol faced the video phone bug, took off his white top hat, smiled, and introduced solemnly: "This is the No. 1 area of ​​the Chambord Islands. The people in front of me are from In the auction house, we are about to launch a quiz game."

"Look, everyone, there is still a Celestial Dragon here."

"Everyone knows Tianlongren, right? Let me popularize a hot knowledge for everyone: Tianlongren is a very rare and harmful garbage."

"What kind of trash pig is the name of this Celestial Dragon? It's a mouthful, but it suits him well. His parents know him well."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The guards around the Tianlongren retorted loudly, "It's St. Charles Rose!"

"It's all the same." Gogol said nonchalantly.

"What did you call me for?" Tianlongren's nose was running down, his face was stupefied, as if he didn't realize that he was being ridiculed.

The place was quiet for a moment.

The slave looked shocked, as if he didn't expect the Tianlong people to be so stupid.

Gogol couldn't help pointing at the Tianlongren with his cane: "Speaking of which, the existence of the aristocratic system is already unappetizing. I didn't expect that there are still people worshiping pigs?"

"World nobles? Hahahaha——"

The author has something to say: I feel that the fruit can easily be mistaken for the revolutionary army (laughs)

The same clown, the one in Arkham should really reflect on himself (pointing)