Baffaro successfully landed on the island, and then it began to pour in the sky.

The cold rain slapped on the face under the strong wind, and a slight pain came from the sound of the coldness.

"Although I was a little embarrassed, I finally escaped the disaster. Let's stay on the island temporarily tonight. It just so happened that it was getting late."

Weir greeted the two and walked towards the town ahead.

Due to the storm, the sky was already dark at this time.

After Vier walked far away, he vaguely felt that no one was following behind him, which made Vier a little confused.

But on such heavy rainy days, the domineering attitude of seeing and hearing is completely ineffective, so Vir can only find the two of them with his eyesight.

After searching for a while, Weir did not see any figures, which made his expression look a little ugly.

I just left the storm area, am I here to another island with unknown danger?

It seemed that the two had encountered any accidents, but in this heavy rain, Vile had no choice.

At this moment, Weir vaguely heard a cry for help, and the voice was somewhat familiar.

It was Monet's voice.

After hearing Monet's voice, Vier quickly ran towards the direction where the sound came. Soon, Vier saw Monet's figure.

At this time, Monet was lying on the ground, shouting weakly at Vill, while Bafaro was on the side.

Weir was quite speechless when he saw this scene. He forgot that both of them were demon fruit abilities.

The fruit-powered person is almost a waste in this heavy rain, just like Monet and Bafaro now.

Monet was better, lying on her back on the ground, moving on the ground with difficulty, but looking at her weak appearance, she couldn't move a meter even for a night.

Bafaro, who was on the side, was much more miserable. The buck-toothed guy was lying on the ground. At this time, the accumulated water on the ground had completely submerged Bafaro's face. It can be seen from the bubbles on both sides of Bafaro's cheek that he might have drunk a lot of rain.

Under this situation, will he be drowned?

This scene made Weir feel a little moved. The devil fruit can make a person without combat ability become stronger quickly, but it is not without a price.

Fearing the sea tower stones, being despised by the sea, and being afraid of the sea water, after being exposed to a certain amount of sea water, I began to lose all my body.

If the above two points are acceptable, the most speechless thing is that after more than half of the body is soaked in fresh water, people with devil fruit abilities will also begin to lose all their strength.

There is a kind of weather in the world called rainstorm. In heavy rainstorms, the devil fruit ability is simply ineffective.

If there was heavy rainstorm during the war on the top, the situation would be wonderful.

Ville lifted Bafaro from the rain and stopped letting the other party spit out bubbles on the ground.

"Huh, huh, huh~, it's so dangerous, I almost drowned. Lord Vier, why did you suddenly leave? Monet called you for a long time just now."

Weir was also a little embarrassed. Because of the heavy rain, he didn't hear Monet's shouting at all.

Pulling the weak Baffaro, Ville comes and brings Monet's side.

At this time, Monet looked at Vill with a resentful look, which made him even more embarrassed.

"Hahaha, don't be so stingy. There should be a large town ahead. Let's go there for a night to rest. You can choose whatever you like at that time."

He carried Monet, who was weak all over, behind his back, and Bafaroville could only carry the other party.

Weir won't carry this buck-toothed guy, but Monet is different.

Feeling the soft touch from the back, Ville not only sighed, but the feeling of carrying the girl was good, so he became more determined to hold Bafaro.

The three of them were not far from the town, and within a short while, Weir walked into the town.

The size of the town is similar to that of the former Roger town. It is not very large, but it is still quite rich.

At this time, there was no one on the streets of the town. I think so, who would go out with such heavy rain?

Walking on the streets of the town, Vill found a rather luxurious hotel before walking for a long time, and then opened the door and entered.

Neglecting the warm reception, Ville placed Bafaro on the ground, and then placed Monet on the ground.

Monet was a little better. Although his whole body was still weak, he could recover soon.

But Bafaro didn't need it. The buck-toothed guy drank a lot of mud, and his face was so muddy at this time.

Weir didn't know much about dealing with this situation and looked at Monet who had already stood up.

Monet also looked helpless and said that he had no choice.

"Then you have to use the simplest and most rude method, Bafaro, you can only blame your life for being miserable."

While speaking, Vill placed his feet on Bafaro's already bulging belly.

The weak Baffaro did not fall into a coma, but was a little weak after inhaling a lot of mud and water.

I have to say that the human body in the pirate world is really strong.

"Wait, Lord Weir, I think I can still rescue you, at least find a doctor."

Weir also felt that what Baffaro said made some sense. It seemed that the other party knew that he would step on his feet directly to help him eliminate sewage from the lungs and stomach.

"Call the best doctors in your town, money is not a problem, just say there are patients who need emergency services here."

After the strange group of people in Vir entered the hotel, the waiter had already found the hotel owner.

The owner of the hotel is a middle-aged man with a myopia glass. At this time, he was also stunned by the situation in front of him.

"Customer, guest, there are no doctors in the town now. Three days ago, the only doctor left in the town has mysteriously disappeared."

When he heard the other party say that there was no doctor in the town, Weir felt a little strange. The area of ​​this town is not small, with at least tens of thousands of people living in it, and there is no doctor in it?

But Weir didn't care too much about it. He was used to it.

"Bafaro, you heard that there is no doctor in the town. But don't worry, I can only be considered half a doctor."

Then Vir then stepped on Bafaro's belly again and prepared to treat the buck-toothed guy.

Monet had long guessed Vie's treatment, and turned his face aside, with an expression of unbearable gaze on his face.

The hotel owner was watching with surprise, and behind him stood the same curious young waiter.

Everyone's eyes were concentrated on Weir's feet, and Weir did not disappoint them, and stomped down.

Bafaro immediately turned into a human fountain, with a large amount of sewage and mud spraying out of his mouth.

Weir was very prescient in flashing aside, but the others were not so lucky and were covered in mud.
Chapter completed!