When the translation reached Bruno's ears, he once again interpreted everything according to his own perception. His body trembled, fear surged from deep within his heart, and he reluctantly took the Voodoo Priest's potion, then staggered backward.
Bruno conveyed his understanding to everyone, and the sailors looked in horror at the three peacefully lying sailors on the ground, then at the Devil's Potion in Bruno's hand with complex expressions. After a moment of hesitation, the remaining five sailors still drank the emerald potion one after another, a strange taste spreading out that relaxed their expressions.
The sailors then immediately prepared to leave, but Bruno remembered something and turned back.
"I will take my brothers' belongings."
The Voodoo High Priest nodded kindly.