Following the complete disappearance of the surrounding astral glow, Cattleya lowered her head and said to Frank Lee who was slowly recovering, “Let them calm down.”
She was referring to the sailors who were still struggling in pain.
Just as she said that, Cattleya shrunk her body back as the windows closed.
At that instant, Klein vaguely saw a green vine grow upwards, covering the Admiral of Stars in layers.
As he didn’t sense any danger or wickedness, he intuitively believed that it was a method in mysticism which Ma’am Hermit used to treat her injuries and recover her energy.
This first mate, who was both a poison expert and a capable doctor, had already retrieved a coiled soft tube from the pocket of his dungarees. It was connected to a small glass bottle, and on the other side was an embedded thin and sharp needle.
“A sedative I concocted,” Frank Lee said with a forced smile while still having pangs of fear.
“No, it’s not for them. I need a helper. They will receive the help of beer which comes with a sedative effect. Haha, they’re often rowdy once they’re drunk, so I’ve added the necessary elements in most of the alcohol buckets,” Frank explained in passing.
At that moment, he had a deep appreciation for the aptness of the nickname “Poison Expert.”
Simply because he found the pirates rowdy when drunk, Frank had added a modified sedative to most of the alcoholic beverages without any sense of guilt or shame. It was as though he was doing something very ordinary.
This pirate with an exaggerated figure was slumped there, writhing in pain. She kept scratching the deck, producing ear-piercing sounds as bloody marks were left behind.
Just watching the scene made Klein feel pain in his fingers.
“Gehrman, help me press her down to prevent her from struggling.” Frank raised the needle and tube in his hand.
Klein didn’t object to it, but he didn’t say a word. He calmly crouched by the side and pressed down on Nina’s shoulders.
He felt his hands slip the moment he touched her, finding it difficult to grab her. It was as though she wasn’t a lady but a gigantic fish covered in slippery scales.
Klein instantly corrected his actions. Using a Clown’s precise control, he grabbed Nina firmly by the shoulders.
However, Nina’s struggling was surprisingly strong, far greater than Klein’s. Soon, he felt his fingers turn sore as he could hardly continue.
His muscles bulged as he quickly stopped Nina’s struggling.
As the small bottle of sedatives was injected, Nina stopped her attempts at struggling. Klein released his hands and stood up.
After a few seconds, Nina combed her hair and rolled to her feet. She grumbled at Frank Lee, “Why must you always be so rough like a bear? Can’t you try a different method?”
As she spoke, she stretched her arms without concealing the pained expression on her face.
Unlike the dive from earlier, she was now wearing a linen shirt and a brown coat. She looked no different from an ordinary pirate.
Frank wasn’t fazed by Nina’s complaints as he asked in puzzlement, “How was I rough?
“Alright, let’s not argue on this topic. Let’s help them first.
“Get the beer barrel out. Let’s work together to make them drink.
“Gehrman, you don’t mind participating in this, right?”
Klein shot a glance at the sailors on the deck. After contemplating for a few seconds, he asked, “The goal is to let them calm down?”
“That’s right.” Frank Lee nodded heavily.
“Can I just knock them unconscious?” Klein asked calmly.
Nina turned her head in surprise and was momentarily stunned speechless.
Frank Lee thought seriously for a moment.
“Okay.”
“Alright.” Klein walked to a cutlass he had long noticed, picked it up, and used the dull edge to strike it at its owner.
Through his precise control, the pirate who was rolling in pain calmed down and fell unconscious.
Nina’s expression froze for a second before she recovered.
She then slowed down when passing by Klein. She suppressed her laughter as she said, “I’ve heard rumors of you, but I never expected you to be more exaggerated than the rumors. Usually, it should be the opposite.
“Yes… Your thoughts are very, very special. Completely different from others, and they’re closer to those of Frank’s. This is probably why he’s able to treat you as a friend in such a short time.”
He ignored Nina and held the cutlass and walked across the deck, knocking the sailors unconscious and waiting for them to wake up naturally.
Frank wished to do the same, but he gave up his rash thoughts when he was asked by Nina if he could guarantee that he only knocked them unconscious instead of killing them. He entered the cabin and brought out a beer barrel and acted according to his original plan.
Klein struck as he walked all the way to the bow. At this moment, an elder in his fifties with a pointed bonnet had gradually come round.
When he saw the cold and crazy adventurer approach, he hurriedly tried to stand up and blurted out, “No, I don’t need it!
“I’m already fine. I’m fine!”
At this moment, the elder introduced himself, “I’m the navigator of the Future, Ottolov.”
“Haha, I fell from above and brought them with me. They nearly went mad,” Ottolov explained.
Klein shifted his gaze towards his eyes and discovered the colors of the deep sea in his blue eyes.
Just as he was about to look back to see if the Death Announcer had continued its pursuit, Ottolov suddenly shouted, “Be careful!”
A huge wave struck the bow, causing the Future to shake vigorously.
If not for his balancing ability as a Clown, Klein would’ve fallen like Frank. And when the huge spray pattered down like rain, it drenched his half top hat and double-breasted frock coat.
He saw a storm ahead with huge waves coming one after another as they surged high up like mountains. He could sense the crazy winds and the rumbling thunder.
Through their hard work, the Future changed directions in time and tore through the gigantic waves and dodged the bolts of lightning before returning to the safe sea route.
After everything calmed down, Klein released the charm from the Sea God domain and breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking back, he saw no signs of the Death Announcer’s pursuit. He finally eased up and found that there was nothing calm about the night.
After surveying the area and seeing the pirates rub their heads or gasp for breath, looking exhausted and on the brink of collapse, Klein left the deck, feeling a slight guilty-conscience. He walked to the cabin and sighed inwardly.
Following the staircase to the upper level, Klein walked past the captain’s cabin and slowed down. He observed for a moment and saw green leaves covering the crack in the door. Everything was isolated.
He shifted his gaze and returned to his room. He considered the matter of praying to The Fool before going above the gray fog to grasp the nearby waters and search for traces of the Death Announcer by responding. He wanted to let the King of Immortality Agalito, who attacked others for no baffling reason, to experience the same treatment as he did.
