Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chalice now owes Sartre a huge favor.

Having a lot of debt doesn't mean you have to worry.

Now that he has become an Extraordinary Being and acquired a rare artifact for self-defense, all he needs to do is efficiently complete the Black Iron missions to quickly pay off his debts.

With the help of his exploration log, Cheryl felt he should be able to maintain his previous high efficiency and stability.

"I'll be going now... Old man, you should probably drink less!"

Chalice stood up with a clear look in his eyes.

"Extraordinary properties are not a panacea, and too much alcohol is also harmful to the body."

"Tsk...you're even trying to lecture me now!"

Sartre waved his hand impatiently, "Things haven't been looking good on Simon Island lately. Take your things and head back as soon as possible. Don't wander around."

"understood."

Chalice was about to leave with Thor when they were stopped by a woman who rushed out from behind the counter.

"Mr. Chris!"

Before the woman could even stand up straight, she bowed deeply.

When she looked up, Cheryls finally saw her clearly.

It turns out she's Russell's wife.

The woman's face had become much rounder, and her eyes had become more expressive.

Obviously.

Sartre was usually a man of few words, but when trouble came up, he was quite kind to the widow of one of his former crew members.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"This is what we should do."

Chalice did not refuse, but attributed the credit to Sartre's generosity.

"And you should thank Boss Sartre the most; he's a really good man. I was just a messenger."

"No matter what, thank you!"

The woman bowed deeply again. "I will always remember Mr. Sartre's kindness, and I can only repay him with hard work! Oh, and..."

The woman straightened up, biting her lip, and said, "Mr. Cherry, the head of the gang on my street came to see me today, saying he wants to discuss a business deal with you."

"It's not about smuggling contraband, just transporting some dangerous goods. He also said he had an agreement with you..."

"I see."

Chalice comforted him, "It's none of your business, don't worry about it."

That's all.

He nodded to Sadie, and then followed Thor out of the tavern.

……

……

Thor's shop wasn't far from Sartre's tavern.

Both are prime pieces of land.

It's clear that this old man is also a wealthy person.

Thor didn't rummage through the items; he precisely pulled an unlabeled metal box from the storage shelf that resembled a parcel locker.

"Here! This is the gun you wanted, but I prefer to call it 'Hunger's Kiss'!"

This master foundry worker is very familiar with his own work.

His old face, narrow at the top and round at the bottom, radiated undisguised smugness.

Thor handled the strange revolver with the gentleness of a rare treasure, his eyes seemingly gleaming.

"Look at these perfect curves, kid... this is a fine piece forged with genuine craftsmanship!"

Thor's tone revealed an almost arrogant confidence.

"In addition to refined iron, the gun body is also mixed with mithril, which can not only resist the erosion of seawater, but also withstand the violent impact of spiritual energy!"

"If it weren't for that old bastard Satir's intervention, no ordinary Tier 1 Extraordinary would have gotten their hands on this gun! You'd better not waste its firepower!"

Thor changed the subject.

"Young man, I don't lack money, what I lack are strong people who can truly make good use of my work and unleash its full power."

"If you can't even withstand the side effects, then send it back as soon as possible. I don't want to hear the news one day that someone has been killed by this gun."

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not worried about you, I just ask that you don't disgrace it..."

Chalice solemnly accepted the large revolver, whose design was not extravagant, but which felt icy cold to the touch.

"Don't worry, I will make a name for myself with it."

"Oh? When?"

"That day is not far off, you will see it..."

……

Perhaps it was Chalice's ambition that impressed Thor.

Before parting.

This master, who was quite well-off, also gifted Cherries some large brass bullets and three sets of special bullets.

They each possess unique effects of breaking spirits, exorcising evil, and exploding.

Chalice did not refuse.

It's both a good intention and a business deal.

Master Thor giving away bullets for free is a calculated move.

Once Chalice has experienced the special bullet, it's like having another reliable customer.

Chalice didn't rush back to the hotel.

He did not forget the message Russell's wife had sent him.

The gang leader approached him to discuss business.

It just so happens that Cherries is currently short of money.

Under the streetlights.

Scantily clad women are tirelessly soliciting customers.

Cherries found the basement with ease.

The henchman who was guarding the place was sensible and did not stop the guest that the jailer had specifically instructed him to do.

"It's so nice to see you again, Captain!"

The gang leader raised the bottle in his hand. "You came to see me so quickly, so it seems you're not opposed to this deal."

Chalice pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him. "Don't speak too soon. There are many kinds of dangerous goods."

"Of course! Don't worry, we won't hire you to transport any uncontrollable goods!"

The gang leader casually snapped his fingers.

The henchmen outside immediately huffed and puffed as they carried in a long wooden crate.

The crowbar was inserted into the wooden board and pried it open easily.

A short carbine with a handle resembling a Mauser rifle came into Cherris's view.

The brown-yellow gun barrels are arranged in a tightly interwoven pattern, and the portable stocks are neatly folded.

"Smuggling guns? Where to?"

Chalice did not refuse outright.

"Mara Island!"

The gang leader said confidently, "I know you're used to running the route from Simon Island to Maro Island, and you've never been late!"

"Captain, I need you to deliver this batch of guns and ammunition to the Corleone family on Maro Island as soon as possible. They are preparing to fight a group of ungrateful outsiders."

"Regarding the compensation, I will contribute one share, and the Corleone family will also contribute one share. My share is considered a deposit, while the Corleone family's final payment is the bulk of the payment."

"If you deliver on time, the Corleone family might even give you a small tip."

The gang leader took a swig from the bottle, then casually pulled open a drawer and pulled out a bag of coins.

Snapped--

The sound of the money bag hitting the table was quite loud.

"Here are ten gold coins. Take them, and the transaction will begin now. You can also leave now if you refuse."

"But rest assured, whether we do this business or not, that woman can live her own life."

"Today is Saturday, and the Corleone family hopes to receive the goods by next Sunday. I've seen the data; other captains typically take five days to reach Maro Island, but you only need three."

"So you'd better give me an answer by Monday, because if you're worried about the risks, I'll have to find other boats..."

"What are the risks?"

Chalice smiled and said, "It's just smuggling some ordinary guns and ammunition. Ordinary people are afraid of being investigated by the association, but Black Iron-level navigators can completely ignore these unwritten rules."

"Heh...that's easy for you to say, but aren't you just an ordinary person? A Bronze Navigator isn't enough...wait!"

The gang leader, who was leaning back in his chair drinking, suddenly sat up straight.

"You...you're a Black Iron-class navigator!?"