One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

A crisp sound rang out at Berkeley's feet.

A one-dollar coin rolled a few times and came to rest at his feet.

Berkeley's throat bobbed a few times, his lips moved, but he still bent down and picked up the coin.

A stiff smile appeared on his face. "Lord Rozwald has asked for one beri, and... is anyone else bidding?"

Burke looked expectantly at the nobles in the audience.

At that moment, Berkeley desperately hoped that a hero would step forward and bring the auction price back to a normal bidding level.

Although he harbored fear of the Celestial Dragons.

But Berkeley has always been a profit-driven business.

Money holds a very important place in his heart.

A rare mermaid like Dora could fetch at least a billion Berries.

He could get over 100 million Berries from Doflamingo's share of this huge sum of money.

That's a huge sum of money!

But now, thanks to Roswald Saint's actions, all his efforts today have been in vain.

All that anticipation for this auction has been for nothing.

The audience's bids were far below the starting price, and no one else participated in the bidding.

Logically speaking, this bid is invalid.

But the one bidding was a Celestial Dragon.

Don't even mention that Berkeley doesn't have the guts to say their bid is invalid.

Even if it were his master, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, Heavenly Yaksha, he might not dare to offend Saint Roswald.

So Berkeley could only continue hosting the auction with a long face.

"One Piece at a time."

"One Piece twice."

"One Piece three times."

"Since no one is bidding higher, congratulations, Lord Roswald, the mermaid Dora is yours."

Berkeley's heart was bleeding. He quickly waved his hand, signaling the auctioneer to push the fish tank containing the mermaid in front of the Roswald family. He forced himself not to look at it and continued to introduce the second item.

A table covered with gold silk satin was carried up.

Berkeley took a deep breath and, once again in his booming voice, capable of easily stirring up the auction's excitement, began to introduce the topic:

"On this chaotic sea, all sorts of dangers lurk. To ensure your own safety, you must possess great strength!"

"To improve one's strength, one needs not only time and effort, but also extraordinary talent."

"But there is a power on the sea that can make people easily obtain great power."

"Just a small bite will instantly transform you into a superhuman, surpassing everyone else. Even if you gain this power, you'll have to pay the price of not being able to swim. But compared to gaining superhuman strength, that price is negligible."

"Having said that, I'm sure everyone knows by now, this power is..."

Berkeley pulled back the golden silk ribbon, revealing a golden treasure chest underneath.

He picked up the treasure chest and slowly opened it in front of the audience.

A peculiar fruit covered in spiral patterns, its shape somewhat resembling a strawberry magnified more than ten times.

"Devil Fruit!"

Berkeley excitedly picked up the Devil Fruit from the treasure chest and held it up.

"This fruit is the Zoan-type Insect Fruit, Sandworm Form. Eating it will transform you into a giant burrowing insect, greatly increasing your strength!"

"The former owner of this fruit was Mig Jones, the rising star of the pirate world from the mysterious Insect Kingdom of the Grand Line, who caused a great disturbance in the territory of the Shichibukai Gecko Moria and successfully escaped unscathed. He is the captain of the Giant Insect Pirates and has a bounty of 120 million Berries."

"Gentlemen, are you tempted?"

"Eat this fruit, and you too can possess strength comparable to a bounty of 120 million Berries!"

"Zoan-type Insect Fruit, Sandworm Form, starting bid, also 100 million Berries!"

"The auction will now begin!"

Upon hearing Berkeley's introduction, Roswald looked at his daughter Charlotte with surprise.

Charlotte was also somewhat surprised, "I didn't expect that Mig Jones's fruit would end up in Sabaody. The Donquixote Family's influence is truly enormous; they got their hands on this fruit so quickly."

Upon seeing the fruit, Roswald was reminded of the deceased Aristotle.

Now that Aristotle is dead, will his Blood-Blood Fruit power be reborn somewhere else?

Judging from Aristotle's performance alone, the growth potential of that Blood-Blood Fruit is frighteningly high.

That was a powerful Devil Fruit ability that was by no means weaker than a Logia-type Devil Fruit.

If the navy were to acquire it and have a suitable person consume it, they could gain a formidable fighting force.

Conversely, if it falls into the hands of pirates, there will be another Aristotle on the high seas.

The audience erupted in excitement again upon seeing the Devil Fruit held aloft by Berkeley.

For merchants and nobles, their own safety is always their top priority.

Things like Devil Fruits, which can quickly enhance one's strength, are definitely the most coveted treasures for everyone.

This demand even surpasses the desire to buy mermaids.

After all, once you have great power, making money becomes incredibly easy.

However, before these excited nobles could even rub their hands together and prepare to pull out their vast fortunes to participate in the auction...

A round coin landed at Berkeley's feet again, making a crisp clinking sound.

Berkeley's smile vanished instantly.

A vein bulged on his forehead, his cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and his hand holding the Devil Fruit trembled.

The worst-case scenario has occurred again.

"One peso."

Roswald Saint spoke in his usual indifferent voice.

“This…this…Saint Roswald, what you’re doing doesn’t seem to be in accordance with the auction house’s rules…”

This time, Berkeley's uncontrollable frustration and anger finally gave him the courage to utter a word of advice.

"rule?"

Roswald's eyes were cold as he scattered the remaining one-beli coin at his feet.

"My rules are the rules."

"I'm asking one dollar for everything today."

"How could you do this? If that's the case, then our Famous Goods Auction House might as well pack up all the goods and send them to Lord Roswald."

Berkeley, who had lost his composure due to anger, said somewhat inappropriately.

His heart was bleeding.

He was originally supposed to get at least two or three hundred million Berries after today's auction.

But thanks to Rozward's disruption, he won't get a single Pelé.

But what Berkeley fears most is how to face Doflamingo's wrath afterward.

He lost goods worth billions of pesos.

That arrogant and domineering Doflamingo won't listen to my explanation.

Such an outcome only proves one's incompetence.

"Whoo~"

A gust of wind blew by, and a figure flashed up, slapping Berkeley across the face, causing him to bleed from his mouth and nose. Berkeley spun around a few times, then collapsed to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

The CP leader caught the Devil Fruit, walked back to Roswald, and respectfully presented the fruit to him.

Rozward held the fruit and met Berkeley's angry and frustrated eyes.

"No, I don't like to steal. I feel more at ease with things I buy with money. Continue presiding over the auction; I want to keep bidding."

Seeing Berkeley still slumped on the ground, looking as if he had lost his parents, Roswald frowned.

Upon seeing this, the CP leader's eyes immediately turned cold, and he was about to go on stage again to slap Berkeley in the face.

Seemingly sensing the murderous intent, Berkeley jolted awake, quickly stood up, and resumed hosting the event.

There was nothing I could do; things had come to this point, and all I could do was think about how to escape after the auction ended.

I can't stay in Sabaody anymore.

He offended both the Celestial Dragons and the Heavenly Yaksha, plunging his future into darkness.

"Next up is Shigure, a famous sword from Wano Country, one of the Fifty Great Swords. Starting bid... five million Berries..."

Berkeley gave a listless introduction.

As expected, Roswald Saint bid one peso and bought Shigure.

Time passed slowly, and one product after another was displayed on the stage.

There were slaves, weapons, and men, women, and children of all races.

The slaves all wore heavy explosive collars around their necks, which could be detonated by their masters at any time.

"The next item is..."

Berkeley stared blankly at the white-haired old man with glasses being escorted in by the guards.

"A coating craftsman who wanted to sell himself because he had no money for alcohol."

"The boatman, Rayleigh."