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Maric's originally distorted and hideous face gradually returned to normal, only twitching occasionally. With the help of the potion, Maric endured until the more dangerous Blood Moon night ended, collapsing weakly onto the ground.
Sharron's tense body also seemed to have been drained of strength, and she leaned against the back of the chair, silent. After a while, she forced herself to collect the remaining potions on the table and sighed as she looked at Maric, who was slumped on the ground:
"The Zombie curse is getting stronger. You injected too much of this potion before, so even when you switched to a different kind, it was only effective for the first three or four times. How do you think this potion worked?"
Maric weakly sat up from the ground, his voice low as he looked at his body, which had returned to normal:
"As expected of a potion prepared by an Apothecary, the effect is very good. If it weren't for the residual malice from being possessed by a Wraith last time erupting on the Blood Moon night, I could have endured it myself, which would have saved a potion."
What neither of them noticed was that in a corner of the room, a transparent figure floated silently. This was Bernadette's "Invisible Servant."
A pair of abnormally cold, almost transparent eyes without eyelashes appeared on the "Invisible Servant's" face. After observing Sharron's performance on the Blood Moon night, it quietly disappeared, returning to the Spirit World.
67 East Wall Street, Kaiser Harbor Port District, in a beautifully decorated secret room in the basement of the "Sea Shark Tavern."
In the empty room, the sounds of piano, violin, cello, flute, and other instruments intertwined, creating a lively and cheerful melody.
As the music echoed, toast, steak, mashed potatoes, fried mushrooms, and other items on the plates successively jumped up, dancing their way back into the oven or into the trash can.
Wine bottles, white tablecloths, and other items also retreated to their original positions, either corking themselves or repeatedly folding themselves, becoming neat and tidy.
Bernadette sat on a swing woven from pea vines, enjoying her dinner while observing all the events through the "Invisible Servant's" perspective.
Satisfied with Sharron's performance, Bernadette pondered for a moment. A letter paper appeared out of thin air on the now tidy table in front of her, and the pen from the pen holder jumped out and began writing on the paper by itself.
A moment later, she extended her right hand, swiftly sketching one star-dusted word after another in mid-air.
These words, seemingly containing infinite mysteries, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "Secret Door" leading to the depths of the Spirit World.
Immediately after, the "Secret Door" opened, and a strong wind blew out, making the letter on the table vanish instantly.
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On the deck of the "Future" in the Sonia Sea.
Frank Lee, in a white shirt with suspenders, sleeves rolled high, and arms stained with mud, was enthusiastically promoting:
"Nina, do you want some baked potatoes tonight? I've improved them, and I promise there will be no accidents this time."
"Now it tastes like beef, it smells like beef, but it is still definitely a potato."
Nina, the Sailor Chief, over 1.8 meters tall, with golden hair casually tied into a high ponytail, features not outstanding but distinctly Feysac, with fair skin and light eyes, glanced at Frank Lee and replied with a cold expression:
"I don't eat supper."
"Alright." Frank Lee shrugged, tossing the somewhat strangely shaped potato he was holding into a basket.
Frank Lee didn't care about Nina's attitude and wasn't discouraged. With an even more enthusiastic smile, he scooped out a broad, plump sea fish of an unknown species from a fish tank covered with black cloth nearby.
Looking at the curious and strange gazes of the surrounding crew members, Frank Lee chuckled, took a dagger from his waist, and swiftly stabbed the sea fish, then opened a cut.
Gurgling blood flowed out, accurately falling into the large beer mug on the deck, but without the slightest fishy smell radiating.
"Do you smell it? What an intoxicating aroma of wine!" Frank Lee said fanatically, his eyes half-closed, "This is my latest invention, a fish with red wine as its blood, and the wine also carries many nutrients because of it!"
Looking at the red and green liquid in the beer mug, Frank Lee paused, scratched his head, and explained:
"Uh, but maybe I fed it too many Demon algae when cultivating it, which is why it's like this now, but trust me, this absolutely doesn't affect its taste."
Upon hearing there was wine, Nina's eyes instantly lit up, but she hesitated a little looking at the strange color.
However, because she had been on a mission in the Berserk Sea and had only just returned to the Sonia Sea, she hadn't had alcohol for a long time to avoid affecting the mission. Now, the desire for alcohol suppressed her wariness of Frank Lee.
With Frank Lee's expectant and slightly encouraging gaze, Nina raised the glass and took a sip.
The liquid went down her throat, and then Nina crushed the glass. With the surrounding crew members' "I knew it" expressions, a large bump appeared on Frank Lee's head.
Frank Lee grimaced, rubbing the large bump on his head, and looked regretfully at the liquid spilled on the deck. After a moment of thought, Frank Lee sucked on the strange sea fish still in his hand.
A bit of red and green liquid flowed into his mouth, and Frank Lee choked. Then, completely disregarding the strange looks from those around him, he walked towards his room, one hand on the bump on his head and the other holding the strange sea fish, muttering to himself:
"It shouldn't be like this. Why does it taste like this?"
"Could it be that my process of simulating winemaking inside the fish went wrong? Hmm, maybe I should try planting the fish in the dirt…"
The tall but pale, almost transparent-skinned Second Mate of the Future, "Bloodless" Heath Doyle, emerged from the shadows and came to the bow.
He glanced at the already distant Frank Lee, then turned to "Admiral of Stars" Cattleya beside him, speaking in a low voice:
"Captain, I think you should discipline Frank properly. I feel like his mind is getting more and more abnormal lately."
He paused for a moment and added, "He even wanted my flesh and blood last time, saying he wanted to see if the Rose Bishop's flesh and blood could cultivate his fish."
Cattleya withdrew her gaze from the Blood Moon in the sky, turned to glance at Heath Doyle, and pondered for a moment before speaking: "You gave it to him?"
Heath Doyle's face showed no change in expression, but his tone was much lower:
"Of course not. I even kicked him. But Captain, look at the things he's been making. What if one day Frank brings those things to your dinner table…."
Cattleya imagined that scene and immediately felt her stomach churn, so she spoke stiffly:
"Enough, I will discipline Frank."
She paused, then added in an icy tone: "If Frank dares to put those things on my dinner table, I'll let him know how I became a Pirate Admiral…."
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