As the starlight around her completely vanished, Cattleya lowered her head and said to Frank Lee, who had just recovered:
"Make them quiet down."
This referred to the sailors who were still writhing in pain.
As soon as she finished speaking, Cattleya retracted her body back into the room, and the window slammed shut with a loud bang.
In that instant, Klein vaguely saw a blue-green vine growing upwards from below, wrapping the "Star Admiral" layer by layer.
Because he felt no danger or sinister aura, he intuitively understood that this was the mystical method used by The Hermit to heal her injuries and recover her energy.
An ability of her Beyonder pathway? Or did it belong to a mystical item she possessed? She was so at ease starting her treatment and letting Frank handle the chaos on the ship, not worried at all about the "Death Knell" catching up? Just how far had the "Future" flown with that last "leap"? Klein stopped craning his neck and turned to look at Frank Lee beside him.
This first mate, who was both a Toxin Expert and a skilled doctor, had already taken out a coiled tube from the pocket of his overalls, connected to a small glass bottle on one side and a long, thin needle on the other.
"An injectable sedative I made." Frank Lee said with a reluctant smile, still feeling a lingering fear.
I've bought similar items and gave them to the Wraith Maric... Klein looked around and said:
"This probably isn't enough."
"No, it's not for them. I need to find a helper first. They have the help of beer with calming effects, haha, they always get very loud when drunk, so I added the necessary elements to most of the kegs," Frank explained casually.
Poisons someone without a second thought... Klein's mouth nearly twitched.
At that moment, he finally deeply understood how well-deserved the title "Toxin Expert" was:
Simply because the pirates were loud when drunk, Frank had added a modified sedative to most of the alcoholic drinks without any sense of guilt or compunction, as if it were a perfectly normal and common thing to do.
This guy was a warm and straightforward good person in some ways, but in others, he was scarier than a demon, simply because he didn't consider his actions to be "evil" at all... How did the Church of the Earth Mother raise such a "mad scientist"? Klein controlled his expression, followed Frank Lee for a distance, and found the bosun, Nina, writhing in the shadow of the bulkhead.
This pirate with an exaggerated figure was lying there, twisting painfully. She kept scratching the deck with her hands, making a grating sound that set one's teeth on edge, and leaving behind clear, bloodstained scratches.
Just looking at the scene made Klein's fingers ache.
"Gehrman, give me a hand. Help hold her down so she stops struggling." Frank raised the needle and tube.
Klein didn't refuse, but he didn't say anything either. He calmly crouched beside her and reached for Nina's shoulders.
The moment he touched her, he felt his hands slip, unable to get a grip, as if the target wasn't a lady, but a huge fish covered in slippery scales.
Klein adjusted instantly. Using the precise control of a "Clown", he grabbed Nina's shoulders firmly.
However, her struggling strength was terrifyingly immense, surpassing Klein's by a fair margin. Soon, his fingers grew sore and weak, struggling to maintain his hold.
As expected of a Sequence 7 of the Sailor pathway, and I'm not a Beyonder specialized in strength... If I didn't have to feed it, activating "Creeping Hunger" right now, switching to the soul of "Steel" Maiviet and using the strength of the "Wraith" would be the most suitable and appropriate... As these thoughts flickered in his mind, Klein saw Frank lean in, squat down directly, and press his knees onto Nina's back.
His muscles bulged, and he quickly suppressed Nina's struggles.
The strength of a "Planter" pathway Beyonder is quite impressive too... However, Mr. Frank Lee, using such a rude method on a lady makes it hard for you to get a girlfriend... Of course, you probably don't care much either; you can just have your children grow out of the ground... Klein quipped internally as he watched Frank Lee insert the needle into the back of Nina's hand.
As the bottle's sedative was pushed in, Nina stopped struggling. Klein let go and stood up.
A few seconds later, Nina flipped over, stood up while tidying her hair, and complained to the nearby Frank Lee:
"Why are you always as rude as a bear? Can't you do it differently?"
As she spoke, she swung her hands, not hiding the pained expression on her face.
Different from her previous deep-sea diving, she was now wearing a linen shirt and a brown jacket, looking not much different from an ordinary pirate.
Frank ignored Nina's complaints, asking in confusion:
"Where was I rude?"
"Alright, let's not argue about this. Let's go help them first."
"Go bring out the kegs. We'll work together to pour it down their throats."
"Gehrman, you don't mind participating in this, do you?" Frank asked as he looked at Klein.
Klein glanced at the sailors lying on the deck, thought for a second, and asked:
"The goal is to calm them down?"
"Yeah." Frank Lee nodded heavily.
"Can I just directly knock them out?" Klein asked calmly.
This should have a similar effect to the calming beer, and it's more efficient, he added to himself.