"I know you're all in a hurry, but let's not rush."
The Sea Kings were in an uproar, especially concerned about the Kindling being copied.
Their fierce eyes fixed on Buggy.
They were hundreds of meters underwater, where sunlight couldn't reach. Only the faint glow of blue luminescent stones provided any light, and the only thing between Buggy and the Sea Kings was a bubble that looked incredibly fragile.
These Super Giant Sea Kings seemed as though they could burst the bubble just by breathing a little too hard.
His scalp prickled and his whole body went cold... Yes, the Clown figured those were the normal reactions for an ordinary person. He also stretched his grin from ear to ear.
"Let's sort things out, shall we? Otherwise, my audience will complain that this is all too confusing."
He spread his hands and gradually took control of the conversation.
He had confirmed pretty much everything worth confirming. There was no treasure in the High Tower or the ruins... though they might be more valuable to Vegapunk.
At least the Clown hadn't come here for nothing.
Otherwise, how could he have learned about the Sea Kings' anxious, uneasy, and pitiful inner lives?
Buggy decided to guide them.
Shiraboshi was an important stepping stone.
"During the Void Century, you faced a crisis, an apocalyptic one, and the Ancient Kingdom came into being as a result."
"But you disagreed over how to deal with the crisis. The Sun God Nika—Joy Boy—once advocated that everyone evolve together.
"Oh! Judging by your expressions, I'm sure that would have erased the divisions between all the races. By the way..."
Buggy pressed his face against the bubble. To the Sea Kings, he was like a mountain climber, and the furrows on their faces were mountain paths that could