Shanks started and yanked his left hand away from Griffin as though he had been shocked.
Maybe I won't get beaten up?
"No, no, no!"
Shanks waved both hands, looking pitiful as he begged for mercy. The flush from the alcohol had yet to fade from his weathered face, making him look especially wretched.
"I just wanted to show you the quality of Griffin!"
Adrian frowned. He could not quite follow what was going through the head of this Second Generation Straw Hat clown, so he got straight to the point.
"You still owe me two Devil Fruits. I've caught two more Devil Fruit Users recently, so let's run an experiment!"
Shanks's ingratiating smile froze.
That damned experiment again?!
I'd rather just take a beating!
At least then I wouldn't have to watch something so ridiculous!
"That experiment's all down to luck, isn't it..."
Shanks gave a helpless laugh.
"My luck really isn't as good as you think, Adrian."
"Really?" Adrian shook his head. "I don't believe you."
Shanks went still. He felt like a scholar arguing with a soldier: no amount of reason would help.
"Still..."
Adrian's gaze drifted away from Shanks and settled on the red-nosed clown who stood out in the crowd.
"There is another option..."
Isn't that right?
Wielder of Conqueror's Luck?
When White Ghost's gaze landed on him, Buggy nearly jumped out of his skin!
Don't look over here!!
Inside Impenetrable Fortress.
It was the all-too-familiar room for Devil Fruit rebirth experiments.
Kurozumi Orochi and Kurozumi Semimaru, neither looking quite human nor quite ghost, had been dumped in a corner like two specimens awaiting disposal.
A large assortment of fruit sat beside the two Kurozumi Family members, just in case.
After several Devil Fruit rebirth experiments, both Adrian and Shanks were thoroughly familiar with