Balk did not respond, he just slowly raised his head.
Meryl reached out and pulled out a slender fishbone bottle from under the pillow.
The bottle was semi-transparent, and the liquid inside was an eerie green, viscous and slow-moving.
Balk's fingers tightened, intuition screaming that this thing was very dangerous.
He held the bottle, pausing in mid-air: "This thing... it doesn't seem like it's meant to save a life."
Meryl was in no hurry, she just placed the bottle by his lips.
Right then, a crashing sound came from outside the cabin door, footsteps chaotic, and the air reeking of alcohol.
"My prince!" The adjutant's voice was low outside the door, but it could not conceal the panic, "Broken Tooth Jack drank too much! He's causing trouble on deck, saying you... saying you've lost your teeth and should give up your place."
That sentence hit like a dull punch, Balk's chest tightened, his heart skipped a beat.
