As the starlight around her completely disappeared, Cattleya lowered her head and said to Frank Lee, who had just recovered:

"Calm them down."

This refers to the sailors who are still struggling in pain.

As soon as she finished speaking, Cattleya shrank back and the window slammed shut.

At this moment, Klein vaguely saw a green vine growing from the bottom up, wrapping up the "Admiral of the Stars" layer by layer.

Since there was no sense of danger or evil, he intuitively believed that this was the hermit lady's mystical method of healing injuries and restoring strength.

The ability of her extraordinary path? Or the magical items she possessed? She started the treatment so confidently and let Frank deal with the chaos on the ship. Was she not worried at all that the Death Announcement would catch up? How far did the Future fly in its last "flight"? Klein stopped craning his neck and turned to look at Frank Lee beside him.

The first mate, who was both a toxin expert and a skilled physician, had already taken out a tangled hose from his overalls pocket. One side of the hose was connected to a small glass bottle, and the other side was inlaid with a thin, sharp needle.

"I prepared an injectable sedative." Frank Lee smiled reluctantly, still feeling a little scared.

I bought similar items before, but I gave them all to the zombie Maric... Klein looked around and said:

"I'm afraid that's not enough."

"No, not for them. I have to find a helper first. They have the help of beer with a calming effect. Haha, they are always noisy once they are drunk, so I added the necessary elements to most of the barrels." Frank explained casually.

He drugged her after a disagreement... Klein's mouth almost twitched.

At this moment, he finally realized that the title of "toxin expert" was well-deserved:

Just because the pirates were drunk and noisy, Frank had most of the alcoholic drinks spiked with modified sedatives, and he did so without any guilt or remorse, as if he was just doing a very normal and ordinary thing.

This guy is a warm and straightforward good man in some ways, but he is more frightening than a demon in other ways, because he doesn't think what he does is "evil" at all... How did the Church of Mother Earth raise such a "mad scientist"? Klein controlled his expression and followed Frank Lee for a distance before finding the boatswain Nina, who was squirming in the shadow of the bulkhead.

The pirate, who had an exaggerated figure, lay there, twisted in pain, and her hands kept scratching the deck, making a sharp sound that made people's teeth ache and leaving bright bloody marks.

Just seeing this scene, Klein felt pain in his fingers.

"German, do me a favor, help me hold her down and stop her from struggling." Frank raised the needle and hose in his hand.

Klein didn't refuse, but he didn't say anything either. He calmly squatted beside her and put his hands on Nina's shoulders.

As soon as he touched the other party, he felt his hands slipping and difficult to grasp. It seemed that the target was not a lady, but a giant fish covered with slippery scales.

Klein adjusted himself instantly and, with the help of the Joker's precise control ability, firmly grasped Nina's shoulders.

However, the opponent's strength during his struggle was extremely great, much greater than Klein's, and soon his fingers became weak and sore, making it difficult for him to maintain his strength.

As expected of a Sequence 7 of the Sailor Path, I am not a Beyonder who excels at strength... If I don’t need to be fed, it would be appropriate to activate Creeping Hunger, switch to the soul of Iron McVitie, and use the power of Zombie... As the thought flashed through his mind, Klein saw Frank approaching, squatting down, and pressing his knees on Nina’s back.

His muscles bulged and he quickly stopped Nina's struggle.

The power of the Beyonder of the Cultivator Path is not small... However, Mr. Frank Lee, if you treat ladies in such a rude way, it will be difficult for you to have a girlfriend... Of course, you definitely don't care too much, you can just let your own children grow out of the soil... Klein complained and watched Frank Lee insert the needle into the back of Nina's hand.

As the vial of sedative was pushed in, Nina no longer tried to struggle. Klein loosened her hands and stood up.

After a few seconds, Nina stood up while fixing her hair and complained to Frank Lee next to her:

"Why are you always so rude like a bear? Can't you do it differently?"

As she spoke, she shook her hands and did not hide the pain on her face.

Unlike her previous deep dive, she was now wearing a linen shirt and a brown coat, and looked no different from an ordinary pirate.

Frank ignored Nina's complaint and asked in confusion:

“Where am I rude?

“Okay, let’s not argue about this, let’s help them first.

"Go and move the barrels out, and we'll work together to fill them with wine.

"German, you don't mind getting involved in this, right?"

Klein glanced at the sailors lying on the deck, thought for two seconds, and asked:

"The purpose is to calm them down?"

"Yes." Frank Lee nodded heavily.

"Can I just knock them out?" Klein asked calmly.

This should be similar to the effect of sedative wine, and more efficient... he added in his mind.

Nina turned her head in astonishment and looked at Gehrman Sparrow. She was speechless for a moment.

Frank Lee thought about it seriously and said:

"Can."

“Okay.” Klein walked towards a long knife that he had already locked onto, picked it up, and struck its owner’s head with the back of the knife.

Bang!

Under his precise control, the pirate who was writhing in pain calmed down and lost consciousness.

Nina looked at him with a slightly dazed expression for a second before returning to normal.

She then walked past Klein, slowed down her pace, and smiled in a low voice:

“I’ve heard rumors about you, but I didn’t expect you to be even more exaggerated than the rumors say. Normally, it should be the opposite.

"Well... your way of thinking is very, very peculiar, completely different from ours, and very close to Frank. This may be why he considered you a friend in a very short time."

No, there are differences between lunatics and lunatics. Gehrman Sparrow is not as bad as Frank... Klein examined him calmly and gave a reply in his mind.

He ignored Nina, holding the long knife, walking on the deck, knocking out the sailors one by one, and waiting for them to wake up naturally.

Frank wanted to imitate him, but Nina asked him, "Are you sure you can knock them out and not kill them?" So he gave up his impulse, entered the cabin, moved out the wine barrels, and acted according to the original plan.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Klein knocked all the way to the front of the deck. At this time, a fifty-year-old man wearing a pointed hat had begun to calm down.

He saw the indifferent crazy adventurer approaching, and hurriedly tried to stand up, blurting out:

“No, I don’t need it!

"I'm fine now, fine!"

No need to explain, the fact is obvious... Klein suppressed his smile and prepared to turn to the bow.

At this moment, the old man introduced himself:

"I am the captain of the Future, Ottolov."

Navigator? Klein glanced to the side and found that there were many books lying around Ottolov. Some were spread out, some were upside down, some were leaning, and some were lying flat.

"Haha, I fell down from above, taking them with me. They seemed to be crazy just now." Ottolov explained.

Klein's gaze shifted to his eyes, and he discovered that there was a hint of the color of the deep sea in his light blue pupils.

It wasn't the pair of eyes that stared at me from the deck during the day... but this feeling was somewhat similar to that of the "Admiral of the Stars"... the same path? Klein retracted his attention and saw that Nina and Frank Lee had calmed down the remaining sailors.

He was about to look back to see if the Death Signal had caught up with him, when Ottolov suddenly shouted:

"careful!"

Crash!

A huge wave came and hit the bow, causing the "Future" to shake violently.

If it weren't for the Joker's balance ability, Klein would have fallen down like Frank, and the splashing water from the huge waves fell like rain, soaking his half-high silk top hat and double-breasted frock coat.

There should be an iron here... It shouldn't be against the character of a crazy adventurer to wash clothes. It would be strange if he didn't... I should wear clothes in the style of the natives of the Rorsted Islands! At this moment, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.

He saw heavy rain pouring ahead, huge waves one after another, as if they were surging into mountain peaks. He felt the raging wind and heard the roaring thunder.

This, have we reached the edge of the safe channel? Although the "fly" just now got rid of the "Death Announcement", it also caused the ship to deviate from the channel? Klein watched Ottolov, Nina, Frank, and the "Bloodless" Heath Doyle who appeared out of nowhere wake up the sailors, take their positions, and nervously and busily operate the "Future".

Thanks to their efforts, the "Future" changed its direction in time, passed through huge waves, avoided lightning, and returned to a safe channel.

When everything became calm, Klein let go of the "Sea God" domain spell and exhaled quietly.

Looking back and seeing that the "Death Alert" showed no signs of catching up, he finally calmed down and felt that this night was not peaceful at all.

Looking around, he saw the pirates either rubbing their heads, gasping for breath, or looking exhausted and about to collapse. Klein left the deck with a guilty conscience and walked towards the cabin, sighing silently from the bottom of his heart:

"We just left the Gargas Islands not long ago, and the entire ship was almost destroyed. It seems that the journey to find mermaids will not be easy..."

Climbing up the stairs to the upper floor, Klein slowed down his pace when passing the captain's room and took a closer look. He found that the gap between the door was full of green leaves, completely isolating the inside and the outside.

He looked away and returned to his room, considering whether he should pray to The Fool, then go above the gray fog, take control of the nearby sea in response, look for traces of the Death Announcement, and let Agaritu, the Undead King who liked to suddenly and inexplicably attack others, enjoy the same treatment.

No, there are "eyes" watching here. I will try not to do anything like this. Besides, this will only teach the "Undead King" a lesson, but won't seriously injure him. It's not worth the risk... I can't let anger cloud my reason... I'll talk about it after I succeed in my promotion and come back! Klein finally suppressed his impulse.

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