The matter has come to this, and there is no use in hiding.
Vander Deken clicked the brim of his hat, covering half of his face, pretending to be a stern master.
"Although I don't know what your purpose is in finding me, no matter what kind of cooperation it is, it is impossible."
"I have only one goal from beginning to end."
"That's Princess Shirahoshi!"
His eyes were full of fanatical possessive desire, but his expression towards Bucky and others was extremely indifferent.
Vander Deken has never liked these foreign pirates.
The reason why he hid was because of the reputation of the Pirate King.
Red Nose was also on that ship.
As for other information, he didn't know much, or in other words, he wasn't interested in knowing it.
"Wow!"
Bucky grinned, his expression a little exaggerated, like admiration or sarcasm.
"An unexpectedly persistent pirate!"
"Persistence is such a good thing."
He spread his hands and walked very casually.
"Do you want to know what my obsession is?"
"Um...Sorry, they were a little noisy."
Bucky suddenly stabbed a knife into his head and stirred it up.
After using the schizophrenia technique too much, sometimes there will be several more voices in your head.
Like the college student and the original Bucky who weren't supposed to be there.
The devil's voice can still be heard occasionally.
But he already had schizophrenia, and now he just has a few more schizophrenias.
"Where did I just say that?"
Bucky shook his head again, as if to shake his brains out.
"Yes, persistence."
This is a lunatic!
Vander Deken's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.
As if facing some kind of giant, fear was born from instinct.
His eyes followed the clown's every move.
I always feel that the other party's next move is to stab the knife at me.
"I used to be obsessed with chasing treasures, especially the secret treasures left by big pirates."
"Well, let me ask you a question."
"Suppose you buried a treasure and left clues."
"Who do you want to leave this treasure to?"
"..." Vander Deken was stunned for a moment. He was a little nervous. A question from the clown made him lose his temper.
However, his palms were ready to move.
The nature of a pirate makes him still want to fight.
"If there is such a treasure, of course it should be left to my descendants."
"That's right!"
Bucky clapped his hands as if in praise.
"When I was looking for those treasures, the ones I encountered most often were those that claimed to belong to a certain family and could only be touched by a certain bloodline. Anyone else who dared to touch them would find a terrible curse."
"Once, I encountered a treasure house door that could only be opened by a person of a certain bloodline."
"Guess what happened next?"
He asked further, the knife spinning in his hand almost touching Vander Deken's face.
The word curse struck a chord with Vander Decken, who had long claimed that he was a man suffering from the "curse of the target."
His hands were trembling, he wanted to touch the other person, but he was afraid of the serious consequences.
So stay silent and listen to the clown's next words.
The clown licked his lips and smiled wildly.
"Later I found the family of that specific bloodline on a small island."
"Then I had buckets of blood."
"I used the blood to paint the door of the treasure house red."
"But the door still won't open."
The clown's knife was cold against Vander Deken's face.
A dark red shadow appeared vaguely behind him.
Vander Deken's inner fear involuntarily magnified to the maximum.
Overlord color and domineering?
No, that's not right, the temperament of a king shouldn't be like this.
Why does it also have the power to shock the soul?
From Vander Deken I to the current Vander Deken IX, there is nothing similar at all in the information passed down from generation to generation.
The domineering colors of Whitebeard and Roger were also completely different from those he had seen before.
Moreover, he specifically mentioned curses and blood, was he implying something?
Does he mean that if he dares to use his power on him, he will pay the price in blood?
Fear paralyzed his body.
After his stronghold was exposed, he was already in a passive position.
I can only pray that this clown is not as scary as the red-haired guy.
But both of them were on that ship, and they were about the same age at the time...
Vander Deken was panicking.
He didn't know how he could tolerate a stranger putting a knife on his face and not doing anything.
"Well, later I used many bombs to blow open the door and found out that the so-called mechanism had long since aged and failed under the influence of time."
"The curse doesn't even exist."
"What this story tells us is that things like curses and prophecies can be boiled down to bullshit."
Hawkins on the side nodded secretly.
He might have objected once, but now he strongly agrees.
Divination and all that is bullshit!
"Why so serious, Mr. Vander Decken."
"Aren't my jokes funny?"
Bucky pressed the knife to the corner of Vander Deken's mouth and lifted it up little by little...
The blood slid down the blade and slowly dripped down after touching the handle.
His eyes are also dark red.
The devil came out voluntarily to give him a platform.
Laughing at the fear and trepidation in Vander Deken's heart.
He seemed to be laughing at the fact that he was actually listening seriously to a joke told by a madman.
And he didn’t even smile.
joke?
The look on Vander Deken's face was uglier than crying, and the corners of his cut mouth stung.
He had wanted to get in touch with the clown in front of him several times.
Of course it's not a curse, it's just the ability of the target fruit. As long as the opponent is designated as the target, the items thrown by the user will automatically track to the ends of the earth, unless they are shot down or blocked by obstacles on the way.
There was once a fish-man who was defeated by his ability and was bruised and bloody by the countless arrows he threw.
And the gift he gave to Princess Shirahoshi was the same.
At first, he sent a love letter, but the other party never responded, and Vander Deken became increasingly impatient.
The things he sent gradually changed from love letters to threatening letters, weapons, and fish-man body parts.
The possessiveness in his heart was burning like fire. As long as he could not take Princess Bai Xing as his own, he would never be able to calm down.
However, as long as he washes his hands, the targeted target will be cleared.
So Vander Decken hasn't washed his hands since he sent his first love letter eight years ago.
"..Ning...want to lock the door on the left?"
His muffled voice sounded like he was foaming at the mouth, and that was exactly what happened.
"don’t worry."
Instead, the clown smiled and comforted him, and then raised the knife on the other side of his mouth.
"What I have to do is very simple."
"Get what I want and bring some justice to this place."
