Werther put away the Den Den Mushi. Anita had been crying terribly, but he wasn't worried.
Tuski's Holy Healing Thread could even remove spores lodged inside the body, let alone cure a disease.
That ability was a suturing technique precise down to the cellular level. Even Doffy admitted he couldn't match it. He had once told Werther he wanted to ask Tuski to teach him how it worked.
"What's wrong? Are we going back to Dressrosa now?"
Monet and Buffalo had noticed something off about Werther's expression, but neither had dared to speak. Only after he hung up the Den Den Mushi did they ask cautiously.
"No. There's no point rushing back now. There's nothing I can do about this."
Werther knew how to fight, but treating the sick was beyond him. Buffalo was a perfect example. If Tuski's healing hadn't been so effective, Buffalo might still be lying in bed.
Werther led the two of them out of the hotel and headed for the Blood Sacrifice Pool again.
At the pool, Werther coated his body in Armament Haki, took a deep breath, and jumped in with a splash. He vanished beneath the water in an instant.
But as he entered the pool, he noticed something strange: the eerie pulse in the water had disappeared.
He had planned to follow it to its source and find the Devil Fruit User. Now he would have to rely on luck.
Werther dove back to the bottom of the pool, took the small oxygen tank from inside his clothes, and drew a breath. The discomfort of holding his breath vanished at once.
Looking at the branching passages in the pool wall, Werther couldn't decide which way to go. Left or right?
After a moment's thought, he chose the left. There was no particular