The Luck Potion's effects had undoubtedly been significant.
It had helped Charles choose this plane as the destination for his arrival.
But after that, it showed no further effects.
According to Anderson, the effects of a Luck Potion could last anywhere from several days to over ten days, depending on the person.
So he might indeed still be under the Luck Potion's effects.
Charles stepped over the collapsed wooden frame. Since the Luck Potion had already given him a warning, whether it was real or not, Charles decided he would no longer use this place as his base.
After Bruce finished the interrogation, he respectfully came to Charles's side.
Pointing at the pirates, he introduced their former duties one by one, as well as how cooperative they had been during the interrogation.
Among the remaining thirty-odd pirates, many were ordinary combat pirates and common sailors.
So it did not really matter who was allowed to live.
Charles looked at Dalle, who stood respectfully to one side, and asked, "If you were choosing, who do you think should come aboard with us?"
Dalle froze. He asked in disbelief, "Huh? Me?"
He quickly lowered his head. "My lord, I... how could I do something like this? You should choose instead."
Charles said, "If I tell you to choose, then choose!"
"Pick out the ones you want."
Dalle had no choice but to steel himself and begin selecting people.
He did not know who the right choices were, so he could only pick twenty people based on how close they were to him.
As he made his selections, the gagged pirates kept making muffled noises, staring pleadingly at Dalle and hoping he would choose them.
Dalle's gaze swept over their faces. In the past, he had been a nobody in the Claw Pirate