Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Glug glug glug...

Sartre was intently watching the boiling stove.

Chalice relaxed and slumped to the side, taking small sips of the half-full cup of Green Fairy tea.

He doesn't like the absinthe in this kind of absinthe.

The original Cherries didn't even smoke or drink.

But the Green Fairy concoction made by old Sartre was very helpful in eliminating the interference of delirium, so Cherries got used to drinking alcohol occasionally, using the bitter taste on his tongue to replace the annoying delirium in his ears.

"I mean... you don't have to give me the silent treatment, do you?"

"Chai Lisi swallowed a mouthful of wine and said softly."

Upon hearing this...

Sartre glanced at him disdainfully and muttered irritably, "You should be glad you can still feel my anger."

"After all, only the living can feel emotions, while the dead can only sleep peacefully."

"Heh...it's probably not that bad..."

"How could it be that bad!?"

Sartre was even more furious when he heard Cheryl's nonchalant words.

"So eager to advance to the second tier! How long have you been a Extraordinary?! You're practically courting death!"

Chalice remained silent.

Sartre continued, "I'm not against you pursuing a higher rank, but potions contain extraordinary ingredients, unlike the meat you eat or the wine you drink, which you can just have a few bouts of diarrhea from indigestion..."

"Even extraordinary beings who have fully digested the potion need to pause before continuing. If you take a higher-order sequence potion before you've fully digested it, you really will die!"

"I know what's important."

"You know? You know nothing!"

Sartre, exasperated, scolded, "Don't think that just because you're in good shape you've almost fully digested it. Many extraordinary individuals have died because of this illusion!"

Listening to old Sartre's earnest advice.

Chalice could only silently endure the scolding.

He couldn't very well say that he could "divine" whether the potion had been fully digested, could he?

Although the empire has long since collapsed, the glory of the church is no longer as splendid as it once was.

However, as soon as Charys reveals the various supernatural abilities of the "Exploration Log," he will inevitably be tied to an iron frame piled with firewood, resulting in a "many hands make light work" scenario.

Although divination and curses can be achieved through extraordinary abilities, Chalice is well aware of just how extraordinary his divination skills truly are.

Despite the limitations of Legendary Points.

But the rank of the [Exploration Log] is probably higher than that of all the extraordinary beings he has ever met.

in other words.

So far, he has not encountered any divination errors.

The only time a divination couldn't provide a clear answer was when it involved a taboo subject...

Considering that I was just an ordinary person at the time.

Chalice felt that divination was more like a reluctance to provide detailed information.

I'm terrified that if I look at it even once more, it will explode!

As he continued to sail and grow, Cheryl's exploration of the "Exploration Log" also deepened.

More and more features of the diary were gradually unlocked for him.

For example, nautical charts, which originally could only show the route, can now show the surroundings of a ship after it has been upgraded to an extraordinary one.

Chalice guessed that the journal's magic was probably positively correlated with his rank.

As Charys's rank gradually increases, the log will likely demonstrate increasingly stronger capabilities.

This is his greatest asset in struggling to survive and even climb up in this world!

Seeing that Cherris was somewhat distracted, Sartre, who had carefully brought over a bowl of thick liquid, immediately flew into a rage.

He immediately delivered a powerful elbow strike to Cherris's ribs.

The impact nearly made Cherries spit out his absinthe.

"Here! A concentrated version of the Green Fairy! Drink it quickly, this should eradicate the corruption you've suffered..."

Chalice silently accepted the bowl of dark green liquid.

The pungent bitter smell made him frown.

It struggled for two seconds.

Reason prevailed over instinct.

Chalice tilted his head back and drank the bowl of thick, dark green liquid in one gulp.

The moment of entry.

The extreme bitterness exploded on the tip of the tongue, and the scalding heat and strange refreshing coolness intertwined and fell down the throat, turning into a cold line of fire that plunged straight into the stomach.

The medicine was safely deposited in the stomach.

In no time.

Those heavy, persistent murmurs that lingered deep in Chalice's mind seemed to be suddenly choked.

He was then swiftly and decisively dragged out!

The noise blared wildly for a moment.

I snapped back to reality.

To his delight, Chalice was surprised to find that his mind had finally shaken off its sluggishness, and even his thoughts had become much calmer.

Chalice felt more refreshed than ever before!

"Teacher, it worked!"

Sartre, with his back to him, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly. "You little rascal... it's rare for you to call me 'teacher,' so it seems you really are cured."

"Teacher... what about my materials?"

"What materials?"

Sartre said irritably, "Go get it yourself! You haven't even paid me back for the first-tier potions, and you want to run up the second-tier ones on credit? I run a tavern, not a bank!"

"Heh heh! That's impossible!"

Chalice has also developed a thick skin.

"I just wanted to ask you to keep an eye out for the ingredients in the recipe, since everyone knows you have friends all over thirty islands around here."

talking.

Chalice took out a bag of gold coins.

"By the way, this is my reward for this mission. The Corleone family is very generous. If I get another large pork bone like this, I can pay back the money I owe you."

Sartre took the money bag and weighed it in his hand for a moment.

He didn't open it, but instead turned to look at Cherries.

"That's quite a lot... a normal mission wouldn't be worth that much, and... you just mentioned Corleone?"

"That's right."

Cherries recounted his entanglements with the Corleone family to Sartre in detail.

If we were to ask who Charylis trusts most besides himself...

That was the old man who saved his life and taught him skills.

After listening to Cherlis's well-organized explanation.

Sartre stared at his prized disciple for a long time, and finally frowned and let out a long sigh.

"I didn't expect you to get involved with them. It's not a bad thing, but the Corleone family is a very complicated family, and even I don't dare to have too much contact with them."

"However, you do have an advantage. The direct descendants of the Corleone family follow the Night's Watch, and since they share the same path of desire as you, there is a natural affinity between them."

Chalice finally confirmed the Corleone family's lineage.

However, this was roughly what he had guessed.

The only avenues of desire besides gourmets are pleasure-seekers representing sexual desire and night watchmen representing the desire for sleep.

Given the Corleone family's modus operandi, they don't seem like notorious pleasure-seekers.

After a moment's thought, Chalice asked, "Teacher, should I send this letter to the Corleone family?"

"My suggestion is that you can send it."

Sartre replied, "Over the years, the Corleone family's power has been shrinking, and the emergence of the Hyena Party is just what happened. It must have been put forward by some forces to test the Corleone family."

"But... as far as I know, the core strength of the Corleone family has not only not been lost, but a mid-series extraordinary individual has also emerged."

A hint of awe and longing flashed in Sartre's eyes.

"That's a mid-series Extraordinary being capable of taking on an entire armored ironclad warship single-handedly..."