If he wasn't mistaken, he'd found himself a real sucker!
No matter what type it was, a Devil Fruit was a "rare treasure of the sea," worth a fortune!
Whatever Devil Fruit he got from White Ghost, selling it would bring in a huge sum.
And if he embellished its history and threw in a few tales about White Ghost, he might even double the price!
Buggy was already imagining how wonderful it would be to sleep on a bed of Beli.
"Then I'll represent myself!"
"And who might you be?"
Buggy raised his right hand and fiercely rubbed his round red nose with his thumb.
Then he launched into a colorful account of every title he could claim: Roger's crewmate, Red-Haired Shanks's friend, the terror of the East Blue, and more.
Adrian nodded as though impressed, then took a Devil Fruit from the Impenetrable Fortress. It was the Paste-Paste Fruit he'd kept for years.
He weighed the fruit in his hand, watching with interest as the clown's head and eyes bobbed up and down with it.
"Well then, Mr. Buggy."
Adrian closed his hand around the Paste-Paste Fruit.
"Tell me, can you repay the debt for this Devil Fruit on your own?"
Buggy froze.
But since when did pirates worry about debts?
He just needed to get his hands on it first!
"I can—"
"You can't!"
Shanks, his face dark as a storm cloud, stepped forward, grabbed Buggy's head, and gave his childhood friend a "Red-Legged" ending.
The rest of the Red Hair Pirates rushed in too, seizing the remaining pieces of Buggy's body to keep Red Nose from saying anything else foolish.
Adrian looked at the thoroughly subdued Buggy.
Still smiling, he merely said, "What a shame~"
"I actually could—mmph!"
Shanks found an apple from somewhere and stuffed