Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 465 - 427: The Sudden Strange Illness

Eastern Golden Sea, Dragon Cavalry Pirate Gang’s Third Private Port.

Although there isn’t a costly large dry dock here, other facilities including camp, command center, training ground, blacksmith workshop... even a self-operated tavern by the Pirate Gang are all available.

It can fully meet the pirates’ short-term survival needs.

"Ah, ah ah ah..."

Clang—!

"Quick, help me hold him down, don’t let him hurt himself anymore!"

In a bamboo-built structure, four robust pirates in matching black uniforms rushed in together, trying with all hands and feet to subdue a young man dressed like them.

Calvin, who was issuing orders, pulled out a relatively soft strip of cotton cloth and tied the pinned young man firmly to the bed until he couldn’t move a muscle.

"It’s really strange, how did Jason get so strong? The four of us almost couldn’t hold him down."

"Stop blabbing, quickly pry open his mouth so I can pour the Sleep Potion down his throat."

As Aiven’s de facto second disciple, Calvin held a supreme position in the "Dragon Cavalry Pirate Gang," and the helping pirates didn’t dare delay and quickly complied.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later.

They finally waited until the drug took effect, and when the rampaging young pirate on the bed fell into a slow sleep, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, looking at the growing, even pulsating tumor-like growth on his neck, Calvin frowned deeply, knowing that his work was far from over.

Bang—

Tap.. tap.. tap..

The door suddenly opened, and led by Aiven, dressed as a White Knight with a white mask, several high-level Extraordinary members of the Privateer Fleet, including Milan, filed in.

Seeing Aiven arrive, Calvin, as if finding his backbone, immediately relaxed his frown:

"Teacher!"

Beside him, several helpers bowed respectfully:

"Captain!"

"Hmm, you’ve all worked hard."

Waving his hand, he walked to the bedside, Aiven stared at the young man on the bed, still showing a pained expression even in a drug-induced sleep.

Turning around, he inquired from Calvin, who arrived earlier to receive the news:

"Is this the patient with the mysterious illness? How is his condition?"

"Yes, teacher! Actually, he was just the first to fall ill and currently the most severe case, almost completely deranged.

There are three other sick fleet sailors in other rooms who can barely control themselves. These are their case files, please have a look."

After quickly glancing through the stack of case files handed over by Calvin, Aiven’s eyebrows couldn’t help but knit deeply.

Most areas of the Golden Sea have a tropical marine climate, which is not favorable for the Nimansite People, who primarily grew up in the high-latitude areas of the Old Continent.

Malaria, yellow fever, dysentery, edema, colds, parasitic diseases... plus various bizarre illnesses are all difficult to guard against.

But the strange illness on these sailors was clearly none of those common tropical diseases, and...

Looking at the bizarre, tumorous growth on his neck, Aiven immediately ordered:

"Suspend plundering activities at the third private port, all living supplies are to be provided by the Pirate Gang’s headquarters, restrict personnel access, execute immediately!"

The fleet executives and private port managers around him solemnly complied:

"As you command, Captain!"

Although they haven’t realized the severity of the issue yet, it didn’t hinder their unconditional execution of Aiven’s orders. Upon receiving the orders, they all dispersed.

After staring at the young man on the bed for a while longer, Aiven instructed:

"Alek, Calvin, come with me, the rest of you are dismissed."

"Yes, sir!"

A moment later.

Aiven, Milan, Alek, and Calvin had already arrived at the command center built on the island.

Among familiar company, Aiven didn’t hide anymore and directly snapped his fingers.

Snap—

A wave-like light arose, automatically sweeping over the four individuals. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

[Witchcraft: Cleaning!]

As a "Vitalist School" Wizard skilled in dealing with various creatures, sterilizing and disinfecting was as easy as a normal routine for him.

"Alright, Captain Alek, please recount the situation from the beginning."

Confirming the completion of disinfection, Aiven sat in his chair, interlacing his fingers, ready to find a way to resolve this sudden big trouble from the root.

Although the symptoms on the four sailors are troublesome, the root cause is likely just some pathogen.

From a medical point of view, it may be quite a hassle, but from a witchcraft perspective, it’s just a matter of how much cost Aiven is willing to shoulder.

What concerns Aiven more now is the source of this disease, whether it stops here, or is about to spiral out of control?

"Captain, this traces back to three days ago during a plunder we executed..."

It was very obvious that when mentioning the events of that night, Alek’s expression turned slightly uncomfortable, indicating how profoundly that experience impacted such an old pirate.

"It was a Hilus Town located on Orokin Island..."

As Alek recounted, the thoughts of several people were quickly drawn back to that eerie rainy night before.

In a drizzling rain, when Alek saw those seven or eight strange "creatures" who were originally normal humans walking out of town.

As a seasoned old pirate, how could Alek risk his life investigating the secret behind it?