One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Chapter 134 Rayleigh, the King of the Underworld? Kneel down!

"Shipwright Rayleigh?"

Upon hearing this name, the increasingly indifferent expressions of Saint Roswald and the two from Charlotte Palace immediately focused their gazes on the silver-haired old man who had been brought in.

Noticing the two people's gazes, Charlos, who had been in low spirits, was somewhat surprised and looked over as well.

He was an elderly man with silver hair, a vertical scar above his right eye, and wearing round-framed glasses. He looked unwell.

She wore a white striped shirt with the buttons undone on her upper body, red beach shorts on her lower body, and flip-flops on her feet, revealing a pair of hairy calves.

Another white cloak, faded from washing and appearing to have more than a dozen holes, was casually draped over his shoulders.

The old man's lips were always slightly upturned, carrying a cynical smile.

Even as he was being pushed and shoved up by two burly men, he still held a small bottle of liquor in his hand, occasionally taking a small sip.

"Kind sirs, which one of you would like to buy me? I can do coating, cooking, and BBQ. All you need to do is provide a few bottles of good wine every day, and I can bring you, hiccup, a decent income."

Before Berkeley could give a detailed introduction, Reilly took the initiative to state his own strengths and needs.

Upon hearing this, Berkeley's mournful face fell into a speechless expression.

"Are you deliberately making fun of the great Saint Roswald?"

The CP leader was furious.

"They even brought a seventy- or eighty-year-old drunkard to sell. I think the Heavenly Demon Auction House has no intention of continuing to operate in Sabaody. Tomorrow I will report this to the World Government and have your business license revoked."

Upon hearing the CP leader's angry rebuke, Berkeley quickly apologized and explained.

But mentally, I've already given up.

Go ahead and sue. I'm going to run away soon anyway, so let the auction house go bankrupt if it wants to.

However, for the first time, Berkeley felt that the CP leader was right.

Who would be so foolish as to buy a seventy or eighty-year-old drunkard?

Such an old person, let alone work, could easily pass out drunk at any moment.

Despite these thoughts, Berkeley continued to fulfill his duties as host.

All he wants now is to end this agonizing auction as soon as possible.

"Shipwright Rayleigh, starting bid, fifty thousand Berries..."

Berkeley shouted weakly.

"Fifty thousand Berries, just fifty thousand Berries to take this old man home. For the price of a few bottles of good wine, you can get a strong and muscular male slave. There is no better deal in the world."

Rayleigh finished the wine in the bottle, licked the rim of the bottle reluctantly, and then shouted down Berkeley's words.

Charlotte Palace's expression was quite something, as if he had seen something extremely outrageous.

Roswald Saint then wore an expression that said, "I knew it."

Just when everyone thought that Roswald was about to announce the bid of one peley again, they suddenly saw Roswald raise his sign for the first time.

"One billion peles".

"The great Saint Roswald has offered ten...ten...ten billion Berries?"

Berkeley stared wide-eyed at Roswald, who was making the bid, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was certain that there was nothing wrong with his ears.

What I heard was indeed one billion peggs.

Instead of the one-Pele that was reported more than ten times in a row.

"Ten...ten billion Berries?"

The hundreds of wealthy people sitting at the back suddenly snapped out of their tedious spectator state and looked at Roswald and Rayleigh on the stage.

"He's just an ordinary old man with a white beard, why are the Celestial Dragons asking for a billion Berries?"

"Are they crazy? Or do the Celestial Dragons just not care about money?"

"Idiot, I think this is just the Celestial Dragons showing off their supreme status. Just like before, they forcibly bought a mermaid worth ten billion Berries for one Berry. Now they're using ten billion Berries to buy an old man who's not even worth one Berry."

"He's trying to tell us that they can do whatever they want. If he wants, he could spend a billion pesos to buy a pile of shit, and nobody would dare say anything wrong."

The fat businessman, who had just uttered those words, suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave.

On stage, Rayleigh's smile paused for a moment. He glanced at the wealthy people buzzing and discussing in the stands, then looked at the family of three sitting directly opposite him.

Their signature bubble hoods and snow-white robes made their identities clear.

In fact, Rayleigh had met the Roswald family many times before.

And we met again in the same way we met today.

However, she had never been noticed by the other party before.

But today seems different.

"Hahaha, a billion Berries, this gentleman is truly generous. However, I know my own limitations. Although I am confident in my strength and health, I am getting on in years. I could easily buy it for a few million Berries, there's no need to spend so much money."

Rayleigh waved to Roswald, then glanced at Berkeley beside him and said softly, "President Berkeley, I sold myself voluntarily. We agreed that I should get half of the money I receive later, otherwise I won't have any money to buy alcohol."

Berkeley, however, paid no attention.

All he could hear now was that billion dollars.

He wondered whether Saint Roswald was telling the truth or lying.

If he could get those 1 billion Berries before running away, he could live a noble life for the rest of his life even after leaving the Don Quixote family.

"No, you're joking. If you're not even worth a billion Berries, that would be a joke."

Roswald grinned and laughed loudly in Rayleigh's and the others' ears.

"Hahaha, isn't that right? The right-hand man of Pirate King Roger, Dark King Silvers Rayleigh!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

"Pluto... Rayleigh, sir, are you referring to that Rayleigh?"

The CP leader's eyes widened, his muscles tensed instantly, and he flashed in front of Roswald, blocking Rayleigh's gaze.

Meanwhile, the guards scattered throughout the auction house all gathered around, looking warily at Rayleigh on the stage, firmly surrounding the Roswald family in the middle.

"Pluto Silvers Rayleigh! That drunken old man? Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, really? That old man, the right arm of the Pirate King?"

A commotion erupted in the audience behind him.

"Oh no, I've been recognized."

Rayleigh slapped his forehead in frustration and sighed.

"Lord Roswald, please stay away from him! That fellow is an extremely dangerous person!"

When the CP leader saw Roswald actually get up, push aside the guards blocking his way, and seemingly intend to walk up to Rayleigh, he turned pale with fright.

If the drunken old man on the stage is indeed the legendary Hades Rayleigh, then no one here can withstand his attack.

Unless a naval admiral is present!

"Get out of here."

Seeing the CP leader blocking his way, Roswald's eyes turned cold, and he exuded a terrifying and awe-inspiring aura.

This kind of aura was something that the CP leader and his guards had never felt from Roswald before.

Upon being looked at like that, the CP leader involuntarily retreated to the side.

Rayleigh narrowed his eyes, looking at the approaching Celestial Dragon elder with some surprise.

This Celestial Dragon's demeanor was somewhat different from the spoiled brats he usually saw.

They do resemble those five old guys I've met before.

Why didn't I notice this the previous times?

Did I not notice it?

"Rayleigh, the King of the Underworld".

Roswald walked up to Rayleigh, looked at the legendary figure before him, and suddenly asked a question that astonished everyone.

What's your opinion of the Celestial Dragons?

"what?"

Rayleigh was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

"What kind of group do you think the Celestial Dragons are?"

Rozward asked again.

Rayleigh frowned, carefully examined the Celestial Dragon before him, and then smiled and said, "The Celestial Dragons are the gods who rule this world, the great world nobles, and the supreme rulers."

"Is that so? Is this your true feeling, Rayleigh?"

Roswald's face showed no fear whatsoever of the so-called Hades; instead, he took another step closer.

The two sides were no more than two meters apart.

The hearts of the guards behind him were in their throats.

The fans were sweating profusely, staring intently at Rayleigh.

Rayleigh looked at the expressionless Roswald, "Of course it's true..."

"Kneel down."

Before he could finish speaking, Roswald coldly uttered two words.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Rayleigh raised an eyebrow.

"Holy Lord Rozwald!"

The CP leader was shocked. Ignoring his master, he flashed between Roswald and Rayleigh, staring at Rayleigh nervously.