Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Amidst the low, genuine, but definitely not benevolent, laughter of those around him.

The signboard for Miaomiao Herbal Shop was taken down by the stall owner; the little shop had already finished its business for the night.

Chalice carefully tucked the medicine into his body.

He bought this thing not to use it, but to figure out how extraordinary factors could be transformed into huge profits.

Chalice has now advanced to the Iron-class navigator level thanks to his extraordinary abilities, allowing him to undertake more challenging missions and earn greater rewards.

This road is considered the "right path".

This stall owner is considered to be operating from an "unorthodox" source.

But ultimately, they all rely on extraordinary abilities to make a living.

Chalice is not pedantic.

Money is money; two gold coins were placed before him, with no distinction between noble and base.

If a food critic's skills could earn them money as a chef.

Cherries would also readily take on the role of chef in his spare time.

With money, he was able to renovate the Return Home ship.

With the money, he could then seek out more potions.

This vial of medicine might hold the key to making money.

Besides this opportunity, Chalice also got what he wanted.

That was the buyer information for that gun stall.

He was quite certain that the Mauser rifles displayed on the shelves for people to choose from were the same batch he had shipped to Maro Island.

Because the smell can't be wrong.

Especially for a gourmet like him, the scent of the sea and the scent of the ship blended together, making it almost impossible to mistake one for the other.

Although Cherries had gathered intelligence on the buyer.

But... that's bad news.

He saw several familiar figures.

Both were shirtless, both had dogs tattooed on their chests.

The gun was purchased by a member of the Hyena Gang.

Chalice didn't want to meddle.

But this turn of events is truly bizarre...

Why would the weapons that the Corleone family urgently transported from Simon Island end up on the black market?

Why would the buyer be the Hyenas, who are bitter enemies of the Corleone family?

Moreover, Chalice noticed a detail.

The point is that many people were interested in this batch of weapons, but all of their offers were rejected without exception.

Until the Hyena Party arrived.

The two sides reached a deal very "quickly".

Something unusual must be amiss; something extremely strange must be haunted!

Is Thomasie or a member of the Corleone family betraying their own side and selling arms?

Or was it simply a case of mismanagement that led to the loss of this batch of weapons?

There are too many possibilities.

Chalice was also unsure.

All he knew was that Maro Island was now like a powder keg.

Who knows which hand flicked off a bit of "cigarette ash" and it ignited the whole situation?

Explosion intensity.

Chalice dared not make any rash judgments.

Anyway, leave as soon as possible...

He had no interest in getting involved in these gangland feuds.

After making up his mind, Chalice did not rush to leave.

After leisurely strolling through the entire underground corridor.

He finally mingled with the dwindling number of customers and left.

Regarding the clues about the Gourmet Sequel, Cheryl gave up on the idea after discovering the batch of weapons.

After many twists and turns, we returned to the original spiral staircase.

Cherries put the mask inside his trench coat and took it with him.

He also had some knowledge of occultism.

Apart from its own body parts such as hair, nails, and flesh.

Some personal items can also become mediums for extraordinary means such as divination and curses.

Therefore, Cherries doesn't like drinking outside.

Old Sartre's tavern was one of the few places where he could relax and indulge in his intoxication.

of course.

Not spending money is also an important reason...

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The tavern was still bustling with activity.

The sailors returning to port late at night needed to vent their last bit of restlessness before they were willing to fall asleep under the influence of alcohol.

Despite their physical and mental exhaustion.

After a whole day at sea, and finally returning to a safe island, the crew members preferred to endure their fatigue and find some amusement.

This painful indulgence made them feel like they were still alive.

"Your 'drowning victim'."

The bartender gave him an impeccably polite smile, but Chalice simply waved his hand and casually handed over a silver coin.

"Sorry, I don't want to drink today."

"Then I cannot accept your money."

"This is a tip for guiding you, not for drinks."

"Then I'll accept it."

The bartender's smile became more sincere.

"Thank you for your generosity, Captain. Have a safe and smooth voyage!"

"Thank you for your kind words."

Cheryl wrapped her trench coat tighter around herself as she walked through the bustling crowd.

Even the intimate attempts by several dancers to keep him there couldn't stop him.

Leave the tavern.

The cool night breeze calmed Cheryl down.

He briefly considered his next steps and then headed towards the Navigators' Association.

Avoid the chaotic street fights, and walk around the trembling figure muttering to himself in the corner.

Chalice arrived safely at the brightly lit building.

He first went to the second floor.

It might be because there are too many captains.

The service on Maro Island isn't as attentive as on Simon Island.

Chalice received a book listing the available tasks for the day and found a quiet corner to browse through it.

For Iron-class navigators.

The types of tasks haven't changed much.

Targeted fishing, transport of valuable goods, and the less common "passenger transport".

After all, the ships of the extraordinary are quite expensive, and most passengers who need to cross islands choose bronze ships. Only passengers who are in a hurry or are willing to pay a premium for safety will choose iron ships.

Chalice found several fishing missions that could be submitted for Greytip Sharks.

Make a note of the task with the highest price.

That's about the same as Thomas's estimate at the time.

To avoid any further complications, Cheryl decided to sell that damned great white shark through official channels.

Besides.

As usual, Chalice noted down several transport missions, plus one "passenger transport" mission.

It just so happens that the other party is also going to Simon Island.

Why not earn back the fuel cost by giving a ride yourself?

"Hello, I would like to register for these tasks."

"Please wait a moment, I will verify it for you."

The clerk behind the counter showed no signs of fatigue and continued to provide polite and smiling service.

"Hello, Captain Cherries, you have been registered for three transport missions and one passenger mission."

"I have already consulted with the relevant authorities regarding the fishing task that you mentioned can be completed directly. If the process goes smoothly, someone will come to your boat tomorrow morning to conduct an inspection."

"OK, thanks."

Just as Chalice put away the mission documents and was about to leave, the female clerk behind him called out to him in surprise.

"Please wait!"

The clerk said apologetically, "Mr. Cherry, the results of your bounty were sent back not long ago, and I hadn't had a chance to register it before you arrived... I almost forgot about it, I'm so sorry..."

"It's alright."

Chalice said with some surprise, "My bounty has been decided? So quickly?"

"That's right."

The clerk handed a blue reward notice to Cherris.

"This gentleman said he has some leads on the reward and would like to discuss the details with you privately."

"Michael Corleone..."

Chalice stared at the message on the bounty poster, lost in thought.

The Corleone family...