Hungry For Justice: A Hero For Lvneel: A One Piece Fanfic

Chapter Three: Let Them Eat Cake

"I don't think there's anyone in this village anymore," muttered a royal guard.

Two guards were sent to check on Rosalina Town, in case there were any survivors, I mean, habitants.

"Quit your muttering Javier and just check the houses!" the other guard ordered. "You don't want the King to drown you in the lake with the rest of the traitors, do you?" The man chuckled.

"That hasn't been done since the last decade." The one called Javier rolled his eyes. "Besides, Auguste, the old chap barely steps out of his glittering castle anyway."

"Fine, would you prefer the crazy imposter that's trying to take over the throne then? The one who is responsible for all this shit happening? The one who's made us become the bad guys?" Auguste laughed harshly.

"Silence, you imbecile! What if someone hears you?" He heard shuffling in the dry bushes. Javier surveyed the area, to look for any spies. Satisfied, he continued on.

"As if they would send someone here." Auguste snorted at the thought. "We're beneath those pompous idiots, remember? We're the riffraff that are not worth their time."

"Fine, let the old man stay put. I just wish he did something about this whole situation."

"Like how we're stuck in the middle of an abandoned village to collect taxes?"

"Sure, Auguste."

"And how there's no one here to collect them from?"

"Right, Auguste."

"Meaning that we came here for a reason and it was all for nothing?"

"Yes, Auguste! Whatever! Just do your freaking job already."

"Javier?"

"WHAT?!"

The man nudged him, pointing at the weaponry store. "I think there's someone in there," he whispered. "We can't surprise them if you keep yelling."

Javier forced himself not to punch his partner in the face. He nodded.

Three, two, one.

"We are here to collect taxes on the order of..." Auguste began announcing.

No one but a swordsman stood there in the room. He looked like a visitor, judging from his clothes. He was irritated. "Who the hell are you?!" he demanded.

"Psst, Javier, do we still charge taxes for tourists?" Auguste whispered.

"How am I supposed to know?" Javier angrily whispered back. "We just got this position ever since Jean and Vincent quit their jobs."

"Maybe we can lie and say that he does have to pay for tourism."

"I highly doubt that's going to work. It's not like he's going to listen either. He's got three swords with him!"

"True. Fine then, instead, we lie and charge him a fine for stealing."

"How the heck is that different from your other idea?! Besides, how are we supposed to tell if those goods are his? And there's nothing worth stealing here."

"He's holding those wiping thingies with him."

"That doesn't mean he stole them."

"He doesn't have proof that proves he didn't steal it."

"I said, who the heck are you people?" The swordsman was getting annoyed, and he was advancing towards them.

"Oh you wouldn't dare harm the palace guards." Auguste smirked. "Please pay your visitor tax on behalf of his majesty and your fine for stealing...whatever those are." He pointed to the packages the green-haired man was holding.