Klein was curious about the exploration results, but didn't press further. He passed through the captain's cabin and headed down the staircase. After walking a few steps, he felt a tickle in his throat, so he clenched his fists against his mouth and coughed twice. This was no surprise to Klein, as it was bound to happen—he had carried the "biological toxin bottle" for absolutely more than two hours, until late at night, when he confirmed that the "Star Sovereigns" had no intention of attacking, only then transferring the miraculous item into the black chest. As a result, he had fallen ill. Of course, the duration of his carrying the bottle wasn't very long, and his body was still strong, so his condition was only mild—simple throat swelling and discomfort. Gauthier, who followed him slowly, observed the scene but saw no issue at all; she thought it quite normal. It is well known among the discerning extraordinary beings that magical items invariably come with negative effects, and they have learned from the Seven Churches to classify such items—those with particularly severe and difficult-to-bear negative effects that make long-term carrying a challenge—as "seals." Gardeleia sold or exchanged many of her mid- and lower-tier magical items for two primary reasons: first, to acquire stronger, more resilient items that would enhance her own survival capabilities; and second, because the sheer variety of negative effects proved burdensome—often she could avoid one, only to face another, and in some cases, the effects compounded upon one another, producing a cumulative impact greater than the sum of their parts, such that the drawbacks outweighed the benefits. Upon observing Germain Spalro arm himself from teeth to toes with magical items, extraordinary weapons, and spiritual incantations, she was both astonished and struck by wonder, speculating about the range of negative consequences he might endure. Today, however, it appears that he is merely experiencing a simple illness. He stepped steadily onto the deck, and at once spotted Frank Lee, who still wore his white shirt and trousers with the sleeves rolled up, his arms stained with mud, as if completely unbothered by the crisp, cool breeze blowing from the clear sky. "Good morning, Germann!" Frank greeted warmly, "Come, take a look at my latest creation—this is surely the most beloved thing on the sea!" As he spoke, he lifted the other hand, holding a thick, robust fish of an unknown species. No, I don't care what new 'monstrosity' you've come up with again...克莱恩 paused, his expression cold and composed. Frank Lee failed to notice his demeanor, drawing a knife from his waist and swiftly piercing the fish, then opening it up. A steady stream of blood flowed out, precisely landing into the large beer cup on the deck, yet no trace of fishy odor escaped. "Smell that? How delightful the aroma is!" "Frank Lee spoke passionately, half-closing his eyes, 'This is a fish whose blood is red wine—wine that carries with it a wealth of nutrients!'..." Klein found himself unable to speak. Frank turned excitedly to the sailors around him, then said to Germano Sparrow, "Do you know what our greatest concern at sea has been? That we run out of wine before we reach land! As long as this fish reproduces swiftly and becomes the sea's primary product, we'll never lack wine again. Indeed, there will be distinct varieties—some producing Languedoc, others Nipoz, others red wine, and others beer. And for beer, we must use sharks and whales—otherwise, we won't have enough!" Wasn't the greatest concern lack of water? Of course, most of the time you're drinking beer instead of water, because it's less prone to spoilage... poor fish. Klein was pondering how to respond to Frank when "Star General" Gardele arrived on the deck, passing him and asking her first mate, "Is Nina ready?" "Ready! She's already finished a bottle of Nipos!" Frank pointed to a shaded area created by the sails. Nipos—specifically, the Nipos that can be lit with a match—was the supposed preparation? Klein suddenly felt that the lady named Nina mentioned by the first mate must have some bloodline from Fvasc. "Captain, I'd rather have a bottle of Sunia's blood wine!" A woman slowly rose and stepped out from within that shaded area. She stood over 1.8 meters tall, with her golden hair loosely tied into a high ponytail. Her features weren't particularly striking, but clearly bore the characteristics of Fvasc. She had fair skin and pale eyes. The lady named Nina wore sleek black garments resembling fish skin, seamlessly integrated from top to bottom, perfectly highlighting her striking figure. This style alone was highly sensual, and Nina's bust was far beyond the conventional limit—her ample curves clearly drew the attention of the surrounding pirates. Initially, Kline felt a bit self-conscious, wanting to shift his gaze, but then recalling that Germán Sparrow was certainly no novice, he settled into a relaxed, steady gaze, simply looking at Nina's face. "Germán, this is our chief mate, Nina—she also serves as the first mate's deputy. By the way, her rank title is simply 'Navigator'!" Frank Lee introduced her without reservation. This "toxin specialist" is remarkably simple beyond his work on hybridizing varieties... I remember now—Ms. Nina's reward was 3,600 pounds, with the nickname "The Deep-Sea Killer." With so many warrants to keep track of, some I can't recall instantly... Klein gazed steadily into Nina's eyes and nodded calmly: "Good morning, madam." Nina smiled gently, taking in Klein from head to toe: "Good morning, Mr. Sparrow. I'm curious—does the 'Disease-in-Progress' truly possess the charm described in the reports?" "As a female pirate who has long stayed in the lower and mid-tier ranks, she has always been open and direct when it comes to matters of the heart—never hesitant or reserved. Originally, she had intended to simply ask Germaine Sparrow whether she wasn’t particularly attractive, or whether he belonged to a cold-attentive type, which would explain his complete indifference and lack of response. However, considering the powerful figure standing before her—a seasoned adventurer who had nearly hunted down the 'Diseased Admiral' and who could at any moment raise his gun and fire—she wisely tempered her playful remarks and instead gently shifted the conversation toward the 'Diseased Admiral.' 'How am I supposed to answer that?' Klein paused and said, 'Her reward is very compelling.' Nina paused, unsure of how to respond, and instead turned to the 'Star Admiral.' 'Captain, shall we begin now?' Unconsciously, a thought surfaced—of her own reward—Gardelie nodded and said, 'Let's begin.' As soon as she finished speaking, Nina strode to the edge of the ship's hull, extended her right hand, and leapt directly into the sea, gliding downstream like a black fish. At the same time, a series of soft thuds echoed as several sailors followed suit, providing support. This... it's already begun with no room for easing in at all. This woman truly has the air of the Storm Church—no wonder she's an exceptional one of the "Sailor" path. Kline glanced out toward the open sea and couldn't help coughing again. "Unwell?" Frank Lee asked directly. Kline gave a calm, slight nod. "A little." Frank paused, made no further introduction, and hurried back to the ship's cabin, disappearing into the interior. Beside him, the "Star General" Gardeleia adjusted her thick glasses and smiled gently. "Frank is an expert in toxins, as well as a skilled physician." "Indeed, it's the Path of the Farmers... Kline didn't ask any further questions, simply standing there, waiting for Nina to complete her initial exploration. Gardelia paused, shifting her gaze toward the entrance of the cabin. Frank Lee burst out, holding a green apple in his hands. "This is another of my achievements—blending medicine with fruit, turning taking medication into a pleasure!" he beamed, offering the apple to Caine. "I'm afraid that if I eat it, my condition might worsen..." Caine glanced at the "Star Above the Realm," who gently nodded. With a composed exterior and a quiet inner struggle, he accepted the apple, forcing himself to take a bite. It had the taste of a regular apple, but with more juice and a softer, looser flesh. After a few bites, Caine noticed that his throat pain suddenly disappeared, and his cough, which had been absent for some time, had completely vanished. No doubt, this is truly remarkable... As long as human beings aren't involved, Frank Lee should have been considered a standout genius within the Church of the Earth Mother. Unfortunately, he ended up becoming someone like a demon. Clarens turned to the "expert in toxins," spoke calmly, saying, "Healed." "Good." Frank didn't offer any praise, but casually introduced Clarens to the pirates on deck. After a while, Nina and the supporting sailors surfaced, returning to the ship. Holding a metal rod, corroded and faded beyond recognition, and a piece of hard, black soil dotted with honeycomb-like patterns, she complained to "Star General" Gardeleia, "Captain, there's absolutely no deep-sea well at all!" "Of course, it's very deep—dark and mysterious, with something hidden within." She gestured in front of her. "It's no surprise that pirates and adventurers tend to exaggerate." Gardeleia nodded, deliberately avoiding the word "blow." How narrow was the well opening? Klein looked at the object in Nina's hands with curiosity. Gathelya's gaze aligned with his and spoke: "Please elaborate on the specifics."