Pirate: I, Buggy, am the Emperor, the Emperor of the Clown King!

Chapter 64 After the dog-headed lieutenant general remembered, someone offered a bounty of one hundred million.

The Giant and the Iron King were sailing at sea.

In the chart room, Nami lay on the table, with a huge nautical chart spread out in front of her.

The nautical chart was covered with dense lines and markings, with various colors of ink intertwined.

Nami wants to use her eyes and navigation skills to travel around the world and draw a complete world map—this is no simple task, or rather, it is very difficult, requiring a lot of recording and calculation in ordinary times.

Nami frowned, her fingers slowly moving across the sea chart as she muttered to herself.

"The permanent pointer of Twin Capes — the magnetism of Whiskey Peak — the records of Little Garden —" Nami's finger stopped at one spot, then moved to another. "Walpo and the others' record pointers are pointing to —"

Noki sat opposite her, holding a ruler and measuring the distance between two marks.

She looked up at Nami: "Which way are you pointing?"

"Alabasta." Nami placed the compass on the table, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. "Walpo and the others' pointer is pointing to Alabasta."

"The introduction I read described it as a large country in the desert." Nokiko's previous description of Alabasta's environment was not very ideal.

Nami opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Summer Island, St. Tin Island, a superpower in the first half of the Grand Line. It's hot and dry all year round, with hardly any rain."

"Then what about our supplies—"

"Supplies aren't a problem." Nami sat up straight and picked up her compass again. "Alabasta's largest port city, Rapeseed Flower, is rich in resources. We should be able to replenish fresh water, food, and medicine."

Noki nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Nami's fingers moved across the sea chart, the tip of her pen drawing thin lines on the paper: "From Little Garden to Alabasta, if you follow the magnetic field lines, you'll pass through the Drum Kingdom."

"Didn't the captain say we were going to go around it?" Nokiko asked.

It's less about going around it and more about taking a straight line.

After departing from Reverse Mountain, there are 7 winding magnetic routes, and once a route is selected, it is difficult to switch to another.

The sea conditions on the Grand Line are simply too terrible.

Nami rubbed her forehead: "It's not that easy to travel in a straight line. You need to calculate the flight path, observe the weather, and avoid harsh areas."

The weather on the Grand Line is unpredictable; if you don't want to get caught in a storm or freeze solid, you have to anticipate it in advance.

"However, this is my specialty."

Nami was quite proud when it came to this.

This is exactly what she excels at.

Nojiko looked at Nami and smiled, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Nami nodded, lowered her head, and continued calculating the flight path.

Over the next few days, the Giant and the Iron King sailed along a precisely calculated route, guided by Nami.

Nami often stood at the bow of the ship during the day, observing the shape of the clouds, the direction of the sea breeze, and the rhythm of the waves. At night, she observed the celestial phenomena, calculated the positions of the stars, and then wrote down strings of numbers and symbols in a small notebook.

"There will be a small-scale storm in the southeast direction with moderate winds, which will bypass the area from the northwest."

"There is a cold current in the sea ahead. Adjust your course to 15 degrees south."

"The ocean currents converge here; do not approach, but go around them from the outside."

Following Nami's instructions, the Buggy Pirates' henchmen adjusted the sails, turned the rudder, and changed course.

No one questioned it, no one complained.

Because they knew that questioning Nami's navigation skills was tantamount to questioning Buggy's decisions.

Those who question Bakki will suffer dire consequences.

Buggy rules his pirate crew in a dictatorial way, and no one in the crew thinks there's anything wrong with it.

A few days later, the temperature began to rise.

And the magnitude of the increase was very abnormal.

It's no longer that warm, cozy feeling of spring.

Instead, it's the scorching heat of midsummer that comes from all directions, leaving nowhere to escape.

Like being thrown into an oven.

The sea breeze blew in from the stern, carrying a dry, scorching scent.

"It's so hot—" A pirate henchman lay on the ship's side, his tongue lolling out like a dried-out salted fish.

"Now I know why they say life on the Grand Line is tough—" The pirate henchman next to him also looked half-dead.

For people who dislike extreme environments, extreme climates can be really hard to adapt to.

That's why the term "unaccustomed to water and soil" exists.

"Shut up! You're so young and you can't even stand the heat?" Mochi's voice came from the deck.

He was shirtless, wearing only shorts, revealing his muscular physique and tattoos: "That's how the Grand Line is! If you can't take it, jump into the sea! Nobody's stopping you!"

The pirate henchman shrank back, not daring to speak again.

Another pirate henchman ran out of the cabin, holding a stack of flyers: "Brother Mochi, the flyers are printed!"

Mochi took the flyer and glanced at it.

The flyer featured a picture of a red-nosed clown, with a few lines of text below:

A clown circus troupe is putting on a grand performance!

Thrilling and exciting, endless fun!

Location: Rapeseed Flower Harbor Square.

Time: Starting today, for three consecutive days.

"Distribute them." Mochi handed the flyers back. "Distribute them as soon as we reach the port, one for each person, until we run out."

"yes!"

The pirate henchmen got busy, some tidying up tents, some checking props, and some taking inventory of the cargo.

And at the bow of the Giant.

Bucky sat in an armchair with his legs crossed and his hands clasped over his stomach.

Nami stood beside him: "Captain, Alabasta is just ahead."

"Hmm," Bucky responded.

"The Santoro River flows from the sea through the islands, and the canola flowers bloom at the mouth of the Santoro River—should we go directly into port, or stay in the open sea?" Only Brazil has the authority to make this decision.

"Go straight to port," Bucky said. "Make a big show of it."

Nami's lips curled up slightly: "I understand."

The Giant and the Iron King sailed into the port of rapeseed flowers.

The port was large, and the docks were long, with all kinds of ships moored there—merchant ships, fishing boats, passenger ships, and some pirate ships flying pirate flags.

But the size of the Buggy Pirates was clearly beyond everyone's expectations.

Two ships, nearly two hundred people, and the red-nosed skull on the flag was particularly glaring in the sunlight.

The people on the dock stopped what they were doing and their eyes fell on the two ships.

Some people pointed and whispered, some turned pale, and some subconsciously took a few steps back.

Bucky stood up from the bow of the boat, took a step, and walked onto the gangplank.

Nami followed behind him, and Wapol followed behind Nami.

The three people walked towards the dock.

At the dock, the port manager and several of his men came to greet them.

He was a middle-aged man, slightly overweight, with a professional smile on his face.

But his smile froze when he saw Bucky's black and white mask: "This—this sir—"

Are you... are you looking to dock?

"Nonsense." Nami stepped forward, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the person in charge. "We need to stay here for a while, rent a plot of land, and set up our circus tent. We also need to replenish our fresh water and food supplies; the prices will be based on market rates."

The person in charge broke out in a sweat.

He had certainly heard of the Buggy Pirates—the kind of pirates who could wreak havoc in Loguetown, were not to be trifled with.

The person in charge recalled the bounty on Bucky that he had seen some time ago—the bounty had already reached 100 million.

Although the Navy Headquarters did not announce it publicly, they were aware that Bucky had defeated Smoker.

In particular, Bucky's actions have caused some dissatisfaction within the Navy Headquarters, but since Bucky didn't actually kill Smoker, they aren't exactly hating him.

For example, a certain dog-headed lieutenant general already remembered who the red-nosed person was.

Lieutenant General Dog Head clapped his hands.

Lieutenant General Doghead: So it was that brat!

As for whether Lieutenant General Doghead is genuinely stupid or just pretending, who knows?

Anyway, when the dog-headed general was performing, the guy next to him had a completely black face.

Even on the Grand Line, Buggy the Clown King is now considered a pirate with some fame and reputation.

While not exactly a household name, they are certainly well-known.

After all, Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, currently living in Alabasta, only has a bounty of 81 million.

It's difficult for ordinary people to discern the strength of powerful pirates; most of the time, they rely on bounties to make their judgments.

"No—it's free—" The person in charge's voice trembled even more. "Adults can park for as long as they want. There's open space available; use it freely, no need to rent—"

"Free of charge?" Nami frowned. "What do you take us for? Beggars? Or robbers?"

Pirates also have their dignity.

Pirates can rob, but they can't get something for free.

Because that's just too low-class.

The person in charge turned pale: "No, no, no—that's not what I meant—"

"That's good, then." Nami pulled a bag of Berries from her pocket, weighed it in her hand, and said, "The rent is double the market price. Our Buggy Pirates aren't short of that kind of money."

The person in charge opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he saw Nami's narrowed eyes, he swallowed his words back.

He took the money pouch and nodded: "Yes—yes—I'll arrange it right away—"

Pakistani base stood to the side, remaining silent throughout.

His gaze swept over the docks, streets, and houses, finally settling on the winding river in the distance.

Rapeseed flowers in Alabasta's largest port city.

This area is located by the sea, so it is less affected by droughts and has abundant water resources.

The streets were bustling with people, lined with shops, and filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares.

Compared to the towns in the East China Sea, this place has a unique exotic charm—the people's clothing, the colors of the buildings, and even the smell in the air are all different.

"Nice place," Bucky said, then started walking towards the port manager.

The land was approved quickly.

There was a large open area next to the dock, big enough to set up a circus tent.

The pirate henchmen quickly got to work—setting up tents, moving props, and handing out flyers.

Unlike the time in Loguetown, this time Bucky came openly and honestly.

There's no need for pretense or concealment; it's all out in the open.

After all, we still needed to fish out Alvida at that time.

Nowadays, running a circus is just a pure hobby.

Buggy felt that the Buggy Pirates needed a unique identity to live up to his title of Clown King.

A pirate henchman stood on a street corner, holding a stack of flyers, shouting to passersby: "Clown King Circus! Grand performance! Thrilling! Fun beyond compare! Don't miss it!"

Another pirate henchman stood on another street corner, also shouting: "World-class circus performance! If you can imagine it, we can do it!"

The flyers were distributed very quickly.

It wasn't because the pirate henchmen were eloquent, but because the image of the red-nosed clown on the flyer had already spread throughout the streets and alleys of the rapeseed flower-filled area.

Two pirate ships were docked in the harbor, and nearly two hundred pirates were active on the pier; this kind of thing couldn't be kept secret.

Bucky naturally didn't care who saw him.

He even hopes to be seen—maybe that will attract Crocodile, won't it?

And this guy is currently playing the hero here, still trying to steal the country, without revealing his true colors.

—When we form a cross-strait association in the future, we must make a good mockery of him, so we should try to preserve as much of his embarrassing history as possible.

—Hehehehehehe.

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