Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 81 Undercurrents

Cherries took the price list to Sartre.

Ever since this old guy tried to risk his life to get Cheryl a ticket to a higher level, but was persuaded by Cheryl's "righteous" persuasion.

Sartre became very busy.

Chalice had no idea what the old man was busy with all day in the tavern's basement, and he couldn't get an answer no matter how he tried to get information from him.

Fortunately, we learned from Jack that Sartre had absolutely not done anything wrong, nor had he "gone astray".

In addition, during their several meetings, Cherries did not observe any "turbidity" in Sartre's spirituality, which seemed to have fallen into an abyss.

All he could do was remain curious.

After all, everyone has a right to privacy.

However, if something important happens, Chalice will not hesitate to bother him.

The fact that Sartre didn't "retreat into seclusion" suggests that his matter was important but not crucial.

"Is this the upgrade configuration you've finalized?"

Sartre glanced at the list. "Five hundred gold coins...that's just right. Apart from being a bit frugal, there's no problem."

"However, since you've made up your mind, I suggest you sell some materials and try to completely remodel the keel and hull of the Homecoming in one go."

"As for the naval guns... three should be enough. Don't forget, guns alone aren't enough; you also need gunners. You've come to me, so you probably want me to help you find some, right?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you!"

Chalice said with a grin.

"I knew it... You never intended to hide it from me, did you!?"

Sartre glanced at him. "Gunner... I already found one for you, but Jack also has someone in mind."

"As the core captain under his command, no matter how well you speak or how detailed the contract is, it can't compare to the real-time monitoring of a trusted confidant."

Upon hearing this...

Chalice's smile faded.

"Teacher, do you mean the Jack Council planted gunners on the Homecoming as spies to monitor me?"

"This is inevitable, don't be surprised, I would have done the same."

Sartre explained, "After all, you are the core captain who bears his mark, and your origins are ultimately unclear."

"There's a talent shortage right now, which is why you have the opportunity to come into focus. If it were the golden age when there was no shortage of captains or crew, you probably wouldn't have the status you have today; you would have had to endure many more years..."

Chalice nodded silently, offering no objection.

Because he also knew that Sartre was telling the truth.

Even close brothers should keep clear accounts, let alone partners who could potentially implicate you.

"Don't worry! This is a good thing!"

Sartre seemed to have noticed Cheryl's displeasure.

Although he hadn't watched this student grow up, Sartre had already gotten a basic understanding of Cherries' temperament.

When someone appears furious or even shouts angrily, it's most likely just an act for show.

The real unhappiness was in that seemingly calm face, which had actually crumbled.

"The fact that Jack is willing to send his trusted subordinate to you shows that he truly considers you one of his own and would never send a useless person to get in your way!"

Sartre patiently advised, "If you complain a little when the time comes, you might be able to get some benefits out of him. Anyway, these things can't be avoided, so you might as well think about how to take advantage of it!"

"I understand, teacher."

Chalice quietly bid farewell to Sartre and prepared to go to the association.

He manages his emotions quite well.

Once you understand things clearly, you can control your emotions and not show them on your face.

Click—

The basement door closed gently.

Sartre watched quietly as the door was gently closed by Cherris.

Click—

Sartre took out a sealed iron box with a very smooth surface from the drawer.

The latch is open.

Several extraordinary materials revealed a spiritual quality, with only a slight emanation of it.

Sartre's thoughts drifted back many years.

At that time, he was full of vigor and claimed that he would go to the Misty Sea to find a lost island for mankind.

But time flies, and the young man who couldn't fall asleep without lying in the swaying cabin has become accustomed to the stability of land, and his temples are now gray.

The extraordinary characteristics of a second-tier Sea Clan member within him had long since been completely digested.

In fact.

At that time, Sat had already gathered all the potion materials needed for his advancement, but due to the association's clear threat, he chose to swallow his anger under the double blow of his ideals and reality.

Otherwise, with his years of experience in navigation and his undeniable second-tier strength, how could he not have obtained the Silver Badge?

It's not that he doesn't deserve it.

He just didn't want it anymore...

now.

When Cheryl faces a familiar predicament.

Although Jack personally intervened to mediate, a win-win situation was achieved where "everyone is happy".

Kosart knew very well.

The association has always been wary of non-direct captains.

No matter how many merits Chalice makes for the association after becoming a core captain, his student will never be regarded as a true member of the inner circle.

It looks glamorous on the surface, and there are plenty of benefits to be had.

But who can predict the actual fortune or misfortune?

So Sartre's long-dormant heart was stirred once again.

Third order... third order...

As a Tier 3 astronaut, Jack is already one of the most powerful high-ranking members of the Simon Island Navigators' Association...

Even as governor, Michonne was only a third-rank official...

Third order.

This lower-sequence apex is also the combat power apex of affiliated islands such as Simon Island.

Once I break through to the third tier, even if those people are unhappy, they won't dare to directly turn against me.

While the situation on Simon Island appears stable at the moment, undercurrents are swirling and multiple forces are converging.

at this point.

If Sartre could vaguely sense it, there's no reason why the Association, the Church, and the Governor's Office couldn't detect it.

As the saying goes, opportunity lies hidden in adversity.

This may be the best promotion opportunity in many years.

Not long ago.

Someone came to see Sartre.

The conditions offered by the other party were very tempting, so Sartre neither agreed directly nor refused outright.

At that time, that silvery voice said something.

"Are you really willing to let yourself and your successor be firmly held in the hands of the Association, unable to break free for all eternity?"

Sartre knew these cowardly fellows had no good intentions, yet he couldn't help but be moved by their heartfelt words...

The man chuckled and left, leaving behind his curvaceous back to the elderly man who slumped down, clutching his revolver.

That night.

After many years, Sartre once again retrieved the iron box from the hidden compartment that sealed the potion ingredients and buried his youthful, unfulfilled ambitions.

Ambition is such a thing...

It must either be buried forever, or once unsealed, it can never be easily sealed back up...

In the dim candlelight.

Sartre sat there like a statue, silently watching the potion ingredients in the iron box that could be prepared at any time...

……

Knock knock knock—

There was a knock on the door.

Sartre turned his head with a complicated expression and saw the unlocked door being gently pushed open.

Under bright lights.

Jack opened the door himself.

Upon seeing the smiling Chalice, he asked in a kind tone, "How's your decision?"

In the dim candlelight.