Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 105 A Feast for the Senses

Sartre withdrew his gaze from Chalis's retreating figure.

He and Jack still had things to discuss.

After days of travel, he urged Chalice to go and rest.

"A few lavish meals were enough to make this kid happy, but I'm not so easily fooled—"

Sartre's smile faded, and he calmly asked, "How's the matter we discussed before going?"

"Please don't use that bossy tone."

Jack glanced at him.

"This is my office. Why are you talking like my superior?"

However, he also noticed something was off about his old friend.

Since Sartre secretly told him those things last time, he has become a recluse.

Aside from almost getting into an accident with Chalice, which startled the old guy out of the cave —

But faced with Sartre's expression, Jack still carefully answered honestly, "You know, I only have a certain status in the association, not at the highest level on Simon Island."

"There are some things—even if I want to do them, I have to ask the chairman for permission. I already told the chairman, and he said it's normal to have some rats of unknown origin, and he will have the governor increase night patrols."

"What's wrong with you? I've never seen you so concerned about safety on Simon Island before. Old buddy—is there something you haven't told me?"

"It's nothing —"

Sartre shook his head slightly. "I just suddenly remembered that Cherries had casually mentioned to me before that someone had been following him and reminded him of a few random things."

"In that case—I'll be going now."

Jack looked at Sartre, who was decisive and straightforward, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately closed it in confusion.

After thinking it over again, he decided to mention it to the chairman again.

Although Sartre's reminder stemmed from Cherries's experience.

However, such unfounded requests are unlikely to attract the attention of top decision-makers.

This is normal.

Simon Island is quite large.

There are tens of thousands of permanent residents who are currently paying taxes.

Both the Navigators' Association and the Governor's Office received a massive amount of intelligence and information every day.

If every reminder is taken seriously, the staff maintaining order will probably be exhausted in less than a day.

Despite Jack's high status.

But without concrete evidence, he couldn't very well persuade the chairman to do anything.

After all, Sartre's words were rather vague, and even if he wanted to do something, he had no clue where to begin.

Chalice enjoyed the meal.

I finally broke the "seal" on saving money when it came to food, and I also got a 30% discount.

Chalice couldn't think of a reason why he didn't "binge eat".

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the endless stream of ships in the harbor can be seen.

However, the fragrance of flowers cannot compare to the aroma of meat.

Cherries swallowed the perfectly cooked steak.

The waiter next to them, quite perceptive, handed them the menu again.

Oh my god————

She was screaming inside.

Steak salad borscht —

A meal that would be enough to fill an ordinary person's stomach is just an appetizer for this young and handsome man with black hair!?

However, she was used to seeing strange people and unusual things.

Although I was surprised by Cherries' appetite, the most important thing to do here is to be observant!

The waiter showed no surprise; in fact, his smile became even more friendly.

She quickly jotted down Cheryl's order.

"Hmm—do you have silver-scaled fish?"

"Yes! It was just shipped from Mara Island today!"

Chalice nodded. "I had it last time, it was quite good. Two pan-fried silverfish with lemon juice, please—and this, half a pound of grilled octopus tentacles with barbecue sauce."

"Okay, uh—I just wanted to confirm, are you sure you want one copy or—"

"Half a jin (250 grams)."

Chalice looked up at the waiter, who was pursing his lips and seemed a little flustered. "Don't doubt it, I can finish it."

"Sir, I've never doubted your abilities. It's just that this dish might get a bit greasy if you eat too much of it—"

"Okay, then let's make it into one copy."

Chalice listened to advice.

Since the waiter said one serving was just right, he wouldn't bother to show off his appetite.

Besides—

The menu has only been flipped through a few pages, it's just the beginning —

"Red wine braised beef short ribs, medium-rare steak, steamed giant crab, roasted lamb with basil leaves — and a sizzling seafood platter, the largest one."

After reading out the names of the dishes, Cherries returned the menu to the waiter with satisfaction.

The waiter took the menu, hesitated for a moment, and then boldly reminded him, "Sir, you didn't order soup—"

Ah! I almost forgot!

Chalice thought for a moment, "Creamy mushroom soup, make it thick; tomato and egg soup, more tomatoes and eggs, but the soup shouldn't be too thick, you understand?"

"OK."

The waiter quickly noted down the last two soups.

Her job was simply to relay messages, conveying the guests' requests word for word.

Regardless of whether the kitchen can meet Cherries' requirements.

In short, she fulfilled her responsibilities.

"Please wait a moment, your food will be here shortly."

After having eaten a meal, Cherries patted his belly, which hadn't changed much, and gazed at the harbor outside the window.

This kind of leisure and tranquility is truly captivating.

No wonder most wealthy people are unwilling to take risks at sea.

Their assets are enough to live comfortably for several lifetimes, and they probably see any captain at sea as a fool.

However, Chalice knew that this "peaceful and quiet life" was a false illusion.

As far as he knows.

Although the world was originally mostly ocean, there were also many large continents.

Unfortunately, the devastating floods submerged vast swathes of land, leaving only a few islands as new homes for the survivors.

The so-called Golden Age of Exploration was a time when a group of adventurous captains and adventurers, eager to reclaim the frontiers of humankind, were...

The extraordinary ones, relying on the surviving nautical charts, launch a challenge into the now-unknown seas.

The result—

This is evident from the current situation.

Humanity remains trapped on the island.

However, the adventurers of the Golden Age also gained something; the Misty Sea was explored more deeply, and the Mysterious Sea was no longer a desolate wasteland devoid of information.

For exploration.

Having intelligence support is always better than having no intelligence.

Chalice dreams of his future self piloting an exploration ship through treacherous seas; he might achieve his dream, but he'll most likely perish in the ocean.

die?

Chalice was already mentally prepared.

When he first transmigrated, the disparity between the two worlds even gave Chalis a ridiculous thought: was he still living in a dream?

If I commit suicide—will I wake up?

But he nipped this terrible seed in the bud.

Chalice consoled himself with another set of ideas.

We're all going to die anyway.

It's better to die in an accident while exploring by boat than to commit a pathetic suicide!

Those dead sailors—

Tragic — Ugly — The stench of corpses was overwhelming —

Chalice didn't want to one day be observed in a rotting state.

Just as Cherries was lost in thought, the aroma of grease intensified as the waiter lifted the lid of the dish.

Please enjoy your meal.

"Okay, thank you."

Chalice began cutting the golden, crispy fish skin, then skewered the snow-white, tender fish meat and put it into his mouth to chew.

The sweet juice splashes between your lips and teeth, and the refreshing lemon flavor neutralizes the greasiness.

So Cheryl temporarily forgot the unforgettable stench of the corpse and indulged in the delicious food she usually couldn't bear to eat.

The last remaining extraordinary characteristic was no longer stubborn; it began to be subtly absorbed and completely integrated into Cherissa's body and spirit.

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