And so Werther spent his days drinking with the Kaido Pirates in the Cave. When he got too bored, he went out for a stroll.
Werther was waiting for Gild Tesoro, while Kaido needed to guard the gold on the island.
They had gone to great lengths to seize that gold. If they left it unattended and another powerful enemy showed up, all their efforts would be for nothing.
Two days passed like this.
One morning, Werther was sleeping soundly when he heard someone calling his name.
He opened his eyes groggily and saw Baccarat nearby.
"Werther, wake up. Have you forgotten what day it is?"
Puzzled, Werther looked at Baccarat.
"What day? Your boss won't be here for another two days, and even when he gets here, he might not be able to rescue you. What are you so excited about?"
Baccarat sighed without arguing. What he said was true.
"That's not it. Don't you remember what I told you? The luck I gave you wouldn't last forever. It only lasts three days, and afterward, you'll have two hours of terrible luck."
Baccarat's reminder jogged Werther's memory. She did seem to have mentioned that.
But so what if he had bad luck? It would probably mean a few petty inconveniences. With his strength, he could handle them.
"You're thinking you can tough it out with sheer strength, aren't you? You can't. This is the Power of Fate. My boss once thought the same thing, and his overconfidence nearly got him killed."
Werther was startled. How bad would someone's luck have to be to nearly kill Gild Tesoro? The man might not be among the strongest, but he was hardly weak.
"Why didn't you mention that side effect before? You weren't setting me up, were you, Baccarat?"
Baccarat hurriedly shook