Werther was a little surprised. He hadn't expected the other person to recognize him right away.
"Yeah, I'm the Thunder Swordsman."
On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, Monet thought for a moment, then hung up.
After Monet hung up, Werther felt his eyelids growing heavy. He had drunk quite a bit that day and could no longer stay awake. Like Doffy, he slumped back in his chair and fell fast asleep.
Seeing Werther asleep, Sugar put on a mischievous grin.
Should I turn this big shot into a toy? I'll turn him right back afterward. This is the Thunder Swordsman, after all.
Sugar could no longer resist the little devil called curiosity whispering in her ear. She reached a pale hand toward Werther.
She had no intention of harming him. She simply liked the wicked idea of turning someone so important into a toy.
But just as Sugar was about to touch him, a terrifying feeling came over her.
If I touch this man now, I might die on the spot. The thought sprang into Sugar's mind without the slightest warning.
Sugar hurriedly snatched back her guilty hand and whispered, "So scary."
Baby-5, who hadn't been drinking, saw that Werther had passed out. She called over a few maids to help settle everyone who had gotten drunk.
Before long, Werther was sprawled across a large bed, sleeping soundly.
A Pirate ship sailed through the waters not far from Dressrosa.
The Pirate ship's bow was particularly striking, shaped like a living elephant.
Painted on its red sails was a symbol feared by many in the New World: a skull with curved horns.
Inside the Pirate ship's cabin sat a massive man.
Night had already fallen, making his features impossible to see. Only two white tusks showed faintly