Through the dim oil light, Lin Jue rummaged between the lines on the paper, and it didn't take long to find the place he saw before.

......

(Captain's Diary)

After hearing the news, we couldn't verify the authenticity, or even know if the sailor was drunk and dazzled, but we only knew that it was a strange creature resembling a human form, perhaps floating under our ship. But at this moment, those Dharma Masters panicked one after another.

One of the masters began to shout loudly, after all, this is an empty sea, and the shouting voice startled us all, not to mention the cabin, let alone the deck, it is estimated that the sea from hundreds of meters away can be heard clearly.

I guess this mage used magic, after all, when he said this, he looked effortless.

He gave an order, at least in a commanding tone.

He seemed to say that everyone gathered on the deck and carried the boxes up by the way.

But what kind of box was he talking about? But soon, the other masters cleared our doubts.

The mages carried several large boxes through the fog and into my field of vision. They brought the crate containing bottles of the strange liquid that had been brought up from the Disaster to the deck.

"What is this for?"

At that time, I asked this question, but the priests did not answer me, but they opened the box, took out the glass bottles, and handed them to us, one for each person.

Not only me, but also the sailors, and even the masters got the glass bottles.

The next moment, the master who had been shouting loudly just now made another request, asking us to all drink all the potions in the glass bottles in our hands, and there was not a drop left.

Speaking of which, this master has been shouting since just now, and I haven't seen him until now, after all, the fog here is too thick, and I can't see his face clearly at all. I could only barely see the outline of his body through the thick fog.

He was very thin, like a monkey, and even though I had been living with them for a month, I didn't recognize him at all from the silhouette. Of course, they are high-ranking Dharma masters, and it is normal that they can't recognize them, and even many of them have names that I still don't know.

But that's not the point, I remember I thought: I'm going, isn't it, really going to let us drink this thing?

It seemed that yes, because the mages had already taken the lead in drinking the strange liquid, and a pungent and unpleasant smell suddenly spread across the deck.

After all, it seems to me that they said this a few days ago, but it was just a joke, and I didn't expect to find out a few days later that it was not a joke.

Oh my God, how can this thing be drunk? I want to vomit just by smelling it, but now I remember one thing, when I had a high fever when I was a child, the doctor in the town made me a bowl of a sickening decoction just by smelling it, and I will never forget that smell for the rest of my life.

Oh, shit, I forgot the smell now, I only remember the smell of the potion today.

In this thick fog, I could only see the faces of less than ten people. The sailors in my field of vision, they all looked at me, and I was stunned for a moment before I remembered that I was the captain, and since I did not give the order, whether the other party was a master or not, they would not carry out this order.

Perhaps in their eyes, it was more of a pleading, they were begging me to quickly veto this desperate order.

It is only now that I have found out that, as captain of the ship, I have not issued a single order against this fog from this morning until now.

I was a captain, yes, but it was the first time in my life that I had encountered such a thick fog. It is only now that I realize that the three months of preparation time given to us by the church are really not much, even pitiful.

Whether it is the Archbishop's nautical chart, or our own, we are still some way from the Sea of Mist, according to calculations. The Sea of Mist is naturally known for its fog, and even the dense fog in this place has reached this point, so the Sea of Mist is completely unimaginable.

As for what those masters said, I actually want to refuse, but looking at their actions, it doesn't seem like a joke.

Anxiety, fear, panic, all kinds of expressions appeared on their faces, and they nervously uncorked the bottle in their hands and forcibly poured the potion down.

Yes, forcibly poured down.

They smelled the pungent smell and behaved in the same way as those of us drunkards, disgusted, pinching their noses and looking pained.

The few masters who could be seen in the field of vision, they had already drunk the potion, and from their performance, it could be seen that this strange liquid not only smelled unpleasant, but also tasted bad in their mouths.

They were so uncomfortable that they were dead and alive, either rolling around on the ground with their throats picked, or crouching on the ground, retching incessantly, their expressions were indescribable, and perhaps the word hideous was not enough.

Their eyes were round, bloodshot all over their eyes, blood vessels all over their bodies swelled, their originally fair skin turned red, and they crouched and hammered the deck.

I was already uncomfortable at the smell of this smell, not to mention seeing the living examples in front of me, and the sailors even regarded the glass bottles in their hands as if they were devils, and I even heard a few pops from the sea, and it seemed that some sailors had thrown the bottles into the sea.

Just as I was hesitating to throw away the bottle, one of the Masters was already struggling to get up.

She was a girl, wearing a black cloak and beautiful brown hair, her expression was very painful, and her delicate little face was extremely ugly at the moment.

She trembled slightly, biting her lip, which was paler than her face, and she forcibly grabbed my wrist and said with difficulty: "Captain, give the order quickly, drink this potion quickly, I know they won't drink it without hearing your orders." ”

Hearing this, I was silent, and to be honest, I really didn't want to drink this thing, and I even wanted to ask, can I use rum instead?

Apparently impossible.

Come to think of it, the archbishop must have a reason for arranging these masters to come to this ship, such as forcing us to drink this strange potion. But I pretended not to hear it, after all, in my heart, I instinctively rejected this thing.

The girl saw that I didn't speak, but said anxiously: "Hurry, it's too late, I won't harm you, now there are fish people under the boat, and this potion can relieve all illusions, only by drinking it, can you live!"

...... (Captain's Diary)