Chapter 163: A Way to Calm Them Down

Chapter 163: A Way to Calm Them Down

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

“Calm them down.”

She was referring to the sailors who were still writhing in pain.

No sooner had she spoken than Cattleya withdrew, and the window closed with a clang.

In that instant, Klein vaguely saw a greenish vine grow upward from below, wrapping around the Admiral of Stars layer after layer.

Since he sensed neither danger nor evil, his intuition told him that this was likely a mystical method Miss Hermit was using to treat her injuries and recover her energy.

Is that an ability of her Beyonder pathway? Or does it come from some mystical item she owns? She’s confident enough to start treating herself and leave Frank to deal with the chaos on the ship. Is she not worried at all that the Death Knell will catch up? Just how far did the Future “fly” at the end? Klein stopped craning his neck and turned toward Frank Lee beside him.

This first mate, who was both a Toxin Expert and an accomplished physician, had already taken out a coil of soft tubing from the pocket of his overalls. One end was connected to a small glass bottle, and the other was fitted with a long, narrow, sharp needle.

“An injectable sedative I concocted,” Frank Lee said with some lingering fear, forcing a faint smile.

I’ve bought similar items before. I gave them all to the Zombie Maric… Klein looked around and said, “I’m afraid that won’t be enough.”

“No, no. This isn’t for them. I need to find a helper first. They’ll be helped by beer with a sedative effect. Haha, they’re always very noisy once they get drunk, so I added the necessary elements to most of the barrels,” Frank explained casually.

Drugging people at the slightest disagreement… The corners of Klein’s mouth almost twitched.

At that moment, he finally understood on a profound level how fitting the title “Toxin Expert” truly was.

Merely because the pirates were noisy after getting drunk, Frank had added improved sedatives to most of the alcoholic drinks, and he felt no guilt or unease whatsoever. He acted as though he had only done something perfectly normal and ordinary.

In some respects, this fellow was warm, honest, and good-hearted. In others, he was more frightening than a devil, because he did not even recognize that what he was doing could be called “evil”… How exactly did the Church of the Earth Mother raise this kind of “mad scientist”? Controlling his expression, Klein followed Frank Lee for a short distance and found Boatswain Nina writhing in the shadow of the cabin wall.

This pirate with an exaggerated figure lay prone there, twisting in pain. Her hands kept clawing at the deck, producing sharp, teeth-aching screeches and leaving behind streaks of blood.

Just looking at that scene made Klein’s fingers ache.

“Gehrman, give me a hand. Hold her down. Don’t let her struggle,” Frank said, raising the needle and tubing in his hand.

Klein did not refuse, but neither did he speak. He calmly crouched beside Nina and reached out toward her shoulders.

The moment he touched her, he felt his hands slip, unable to find purchase, as if his target were not a lady but a giant fish covered in slick scales.

Klein instantly adjusted. With the precise control granted by a Clown, he managed to grip Nina’s shoulders steadily.

However, the strength she displayed while struggling was enormous—far greater than Klein’s. Soon his fingers began to ache and weaken, making it difficult to maintain his hold.

As expected of a Sequence 7 of the Sailor pathway, while I’m not a Beyonder who specializes in strength… If I didn’t need to feed it afterward, this would be the most appropriate moment to activate Creeping Hunger, switch to “Steel” Maveti’s soul, and use the strength of a Zombie… As those thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein saw Frank come closer, crouch down directly, and press both knees onto Nina’s back.

Frank’s muscles…