I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

The cat paw blades on his hands gleamed coldly, and his eyes were sharp, suggesting a murderous aura.

The firelight illuminated Kro's face, which was usually expressionless and cold, but now it was stretched into a trapezoid shape by the chopsticks stuck in his nostrils, pulling it apart to both sides.

A burst of laughter erupted around them. Crocus, who was sitting next to Sieg, couldn't help but laugh out loud as well, his beard trembling.

Twin Capes is actually quite desolate, a small, relatively flat piece of land situated below the steep cliffs of the Red Earth. There isn't even a speck of grass to be seen on the ground here.

Crocus had spent decades at Twin Capes and had seen countless pirates.

But most pirates who have just entered the Grand Line will excitedly rush straight to the Grand Line, and not many people will chat with this old man.

Not to mention, they held a banquet in this desolate Twin Points.

This joyous banquet before him was something the old man, who had lived alone at Twin Capes for many years, had not participated in for many years.

However, what Crocus didn't know was that this banquet was only the beginning.

Sig's gaze was still lingering among the crowd.

He was looking for his next victim.

"Monka, you seem to be smiling very happily. I've decided on you..."

Sieg spoke again.

"Mongka! Mongka! Mongka!" The other bandits chimed in.

The scene was exactly the same, except this time the person with chopsticks stuck in their nostrils was Monka.

"We've already got two main characters; looks like this mission won't be too difficult..."

Sig's heart stirred slightly, and he turned his gaze to the light blue shark-fish man in the crowd.

"Ah Long..."

Sieg's voice was like the whisper of the devil.

Arlong the fishman trembled all over as he stood up from the ground.

It had a tall, imposing body and a ferocious appearance, but its eyes held a hint of bewilderment.

"I'm a powerful merman, I would never do such a thing..."

Halfway through his sentence, the fishman Arlong charged towards the shore and plunged into the sea, never to reappear.

"Are you a sore loser?"

Sieg smiled; he was a little drunk.

Then... his gaze turned to the next figure.

"Stusi".

The name caused the bandits, who had just been laughing and joking, to suddenly look a little strange.

Their gazes fell upon the beautiful figure beside the campfire.

Stussy is no longer a cleaning lady; she now wears an orange long dress that accentuates her curves. Her delicate face is quite eye-catching in the firelight, making her the focus of attention wherever she goes.

At that moment, Stussy, who was covering his mouth and chuckling, suddenly froze.

Those eyes, which used to shine like sapphires, now seemed to have lost their dreams and dimmed completely.

There was a bit of an awkward silence.

Sieg realized what was happening at that moment, put away his smile, and sat up straighter.

Seriously, I'm speechless... Why did he have to initiate the flirting with Stuart...?

This is different from previous tests. If things really come to a head, Sieg doesn't have a good way to deal with Stussy right now.

Just as Sieg was feeling a pang of regret, a burly bandit stepped forward.

"Boss, Miss Stussy need not be taken, let me do it! I'm known as the Little Prince Who Can Stick Chopsticks in His Nose!"

As the burly bandit spoke, he didn't hesitate either, immediately sticking his chopsticks up his nostrils...

Chapter 151 The Third Type of Card

Seeing that someone had stepped in to replace Stussy, Sieg breathed a sigh of relief and did not insist that Stussy go up to perform.

However, this burly bandit looked somewhat familiar to Sieg.

After pulling one of his men aside and asking him a couple of questions, Sieg finally understood.

The bandit who stepped forward was named Gilman, the same man who had challenged him and declared his ambition to become the Bandit King of the East Sea.

After Gilman interjected, the atmosphere at the banquet returned to harmony.

Sieg, on the other hand, would occasionally clink glasses with Crocus and chat for a few minutes.

The banquet continued, and more and more people got into the swing of things. Without any prompting from Sieg, many people spontaneously started learning the chopstick dance.

However, Sieg wasn't very interested in these things.

Baldy, Gilman, and the other subordinates are not characters in the story, and even if they perform the chopstick dance, it doesn't help the mission.

While I was chatting with Crocus, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Boss Sig, why don't you get one too?"

Sig: .....

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw only a noisy crowd. He couldn't tell who was drunk and had said such a thing.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment, and the smiles on the faces of the bandits who had been making a ruckus just moments before became stiff.

"cough."

The bald man coughed lightly, trying to smooth things over:

"Well, today is our first day on the Grand Line. The weather is great, let's have a drink!"

"cheers..."

The others quickly understood and pretended that nothing had happened, thus letting the matter drop.

The banquet then continued.

However, Sieg had an unsolved mystery in his heart.

Am I, Sig, a character in the story?

Sieg did not delve any deeper into the matter.

This isn't a question of whether he's a character in the story or not.

"Damn it, how could I possibly stick a chopstick up my nose... I wouldn't do that even in private!"

...........

Day two.

In Crocus's hut next to the Twin Capes Lighthouse.

Sig looked at Crocus, who was standing in front of him with a smile, with some surprise.

"You changed your mind overnight, Crocus?"

Sig is acting a bit strange.

Just now, the old man suddenly changed his mind and said he wanted to go out to sea with him.

Has the "True Fragrance" cartoon passed the inspection and become effective?

"Yes."

Crocus nodded.

Sig's band of mountain bandits was somewhat different from what he had imagined, which often reminded him of his days on Roger's pirate ship.

However, at this point, he added an explanation:

“However, Sig, this doesn’t mean I’m willing to join your bandit group. I’m just temporarily serving as your ship’s doctor.”

"I'll leave once I've rescued that Brook guy."

"At my age, I don't want to be a pirate or a bandit again."

Crocus added this sentence.

"No problem! I'll say it again, whether you stay or leave is up to you, I won't force you to stay."

Sieg readily agreed.

Crocus is the world's top doctor, probably without a doubt. Roger was only able to stay alive and embark on his second Great Voyage because of Crocus.

It's fair to say that without Crocus, Roger wouldn't have made it to Laugh Tale and wouldn't have become the Pirate King.

Being able to persuade Crocus to join temporarily was already a pleasant surprise.

The two sides had just reached an agreement, but a few seconds later, Crocus's face showed a troubled expression.

"Wait, what will happen to Laboon if I leave Twin Capes?"

"We don't know how long it will take to get to the Devil's Triangle."

"Given Lab's injuries, if it continues to crash into the Red Line, it probably won't last much longer if I'm not around..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still couldn't let go of Labu.

"Isn't this better?"

Sieg blurted it out.

Seeing the old man looking at him with surprise, Sieg coughed lightly and explained:

"What I mean is, wouldn't it be better if you came with Raab?"

"With Laboon's swimming speed, he will definitely be faster than my boat, allowing us to reach the Devil's Triangle sooner."

A thought struck Sieg, and joy welled up within him.

He wants both Crocus and Lab.

Laboon may not be a ferocious sea king, but its size is so large that smaller sea kings would probably be swallowed whole.