Chapter 594

When Weston finally drank the wine, Rita Ford and the others around him let out a collective sigh of relief.

This wine was so potent, it could bring even a bull to its knees.

Customs in these remote villages were very different from those in the city. The ceremony was brief, focused mainly on kneeling before the sea god.

But with the strength of the drug in the wine, the ritual itself was just a