"Captain of the Fallen Monk Pirates, Urouge the Mad Monk, bounty: 108 million Beli."
At the bar, Reiner held the list Shakky had given him while Franky and the others gathered around behind him.
A quick glance showed that the information matched his memories almost perfectly.
He handed the list to Robin beside him, then turned to Shakky. "I'll have a whiskey, Sister Shakky."
"Sure. What about everyone else? Since you're Hatchan's friends, it's on the house today. Think of it as my way of supporting you."
Shakky set down the polished glass, turned around, took several bottles from the liquor cabinet, and smiled sweetly.
"Ever since I retired, I've been running this bar. My only hobby is keeping an eye on Supernovas like you. I have high hopes for you, you know."
"Huh? Isn't that basically idolizing people? Sister Shakky's our fan?" Reiner asked in bafflement.
Did this world have that kind of culture too? He knew people followed singing and dancing stars—Brook had even become the Soul King.
But what the hell was following pirates supposed to mean?
Wait, didn't that make Bartholomew the leader of their fan club?
"That's right. I think very highly of your crew, Little Monkey."
A cigarette hung from Shakky's lips as she raised her thumb and index finger into a finger gun, then winked at Luffy.
"Shishishi." Luffy held down his straw hat and grinned foolishly.
What an airheaded star. Reiner looked at him speechlessly.
His character setting was absurdly solid: dumb as a brick. There was no way for his image to collapse.
The only possible collapse would be him suddenly becoming a genius.
"Here, your drink."
After stirring the ice with a bar spoon, Shakky handed him a glass of whiskey in just a few motions.
At the same time,