Slave Auction

It was only one incident, yet Rogge's actions spoke volumes. He was a brutal pirate, just as most people imagined pirates to be.

Cruel, domineering, decisive, cunning—Rogge was all of those things. He was no shining paragon of virtue. He simply gave everything he had to achieve his goal.

They were more than satisfied with the meal. North Blue cuisine was quite good, though they weren't used to so many dairy products. It was a little different from the food in West Blue.

"Burp. I'm stuffed," Enel said, patting his belly.

"Delicious, all right. Even those two dogs can't walk anymore." Jelly picked his teeth and looked at the two dogs Jerry had put into a bubble to tow along.

The dogs were just like their owners, snatching food like mad. Billy had even tried to grab food right out of Rogge's mouth. When Rogge snatched a piece of meat back, Billy opened his jaws and bit down on Rogge's head. Unfortunately for Billy, Rogge was coated in Armament Haki, and the dog nearly broke his teeth.

"Where to next?" Ares asked.

"The auction house," Rogge said after a moment's thought.

Jelly nodded. "The slave auction house? Sure. I'd like to see what a slave auction is like."

"Lead the way," Rogge told Ghost, who had been following them nervously.

Ghost bowed and scraped as he walked behind Rogge, carefully introducing the area. After the bloody scene in the restaurant, he felt a god must have protected him. Otherwise, he would have been lying there with his companions. They had been lucky, too: Rogge hadn't dealt with them himself.

Having seen Rogge's methods, Ghost knew exactly how cruel he was. He had watched Rogge torment the Raging Pirates. A man who enjoyed that sort of thing was not someone to