Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chalice unbuttoned his trench coat, revealing a black iron badge hidden inside.

"I'm lucky, I just got promoted."

"Good heavens! Doesn't that mean you're extraordinary?!"

Chalice didn't explain much, only glancing at the guns in the wooden crate, raising an eyebrow, "How many are there in total?"

"Ten boxes."

The gang leader subtly put down the bottle and sat up straight, looking rather comical, like a bad student trying to pretend to listen attentively in class.

"Sir, I think a deposit of ten gold coins might be a bit low for a captain like you. Uh... I mean, I think double would be more reasonable."

"Hmm... Are extraordinary beings really that scary?"

Chalice chuckled and said, "So what if they are extraordinary?"

"I'm not some crazy person who'll pull out a gun and shoot at the drop of a hat. You're offering double this time, but do you think you'll still want to work with me next time? Do you think we can only do one-off deals?"

"You've misunderstood!"

The gang leader rubbed his hands together with a beaming smile. "I didn't mean that! If you still want to give me a job, it would be my honor... truly an honor!"

"Alright, it's settled then."

Chalice put away the bag of coins. "I expect to set sail tomorrow afternoon. You'd better have someone deliver the goods to the dock by noon."

"no problem!"

The gang leader stood up to see him off, saying, "I promise I won't take up your valuable time!"

Under the curious yet awe-inspiring gazes of a group of tattooed underlings, Cherries left the gang-controlled street without looking back.

Although the Governor's Office is the nominal highest governing body on Simon Island, Governor Michonne clearly did not extend his influence to the lowest levels of power on the island.

The dock area, which is home to a large number of people from the lower class, is basically managed by gangs in sections.

As long as you pay your taxes on time every month.

Just make sure nothing goes wrong.

This gang, known as the Blood Hands, is quite powerful. It is said that the mastermind behind it is an extraordinary being, and that they have some connection with Rheinmetall's factory on Simon Island.

Therefore, they were able to obtain weapons.

Chalice habitually collects information.

This is a side effect of his being unfamiliar with the place and the people after he traveled through time.

That kind of fear born of ignorance...

He didn't want to experience it again...

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Footsteps echoed through the somewhat deserted street.

The bustling atmosphere of the dock area doesn't reach here.

This is the residential area for the upper class on Simon Island.

The security and environment are much better now.

Conversely, the area is relatively quiet at night.

After all, the people living here are all prominent figures.

No one would be out drunk and causing a scene on the street in the middle of the night.

Cherissa walked through several streets and alleys, and just as she was about to reach the hotel, she suddenly stopped.

He stood under the dim streetlights, pulled his hands out of his pockets, and casually lifted his trench coat.

"When did you catch up with me?"

Chalice looked calmly into the dark alley behind him.

"Following someone is not a good habit..."

Da...da...da...

Amidst the somewhat muffled sound of high heels, a tall figure emerged from the darkness, then gracefully walked to the alley entrance, leaning lazily against the wall.

"Great alertness, Mr. Cherries. Please don't be nervous, I just want to have a chat."

Chalice did not speak.

He was utterly shocked.

This woman had somehow gotten on his heels.

If it weren't for that fleeting warning from a momentary flash of inspiration, Chalice would probably have remained completely unaware, keeping his back to the enigmatic person who had come with unclear intentions!

Even now that the other party has taken the initiative to show up and come to a very close distance.

However, even after his transformation, Chalice's senses were still unable to clearly see her face.

It's as if a black veil is covering their true faces.

no doubt.

This is definitely an extraordinary person, and their rank is very likely above mine!

Are you kidding me?

What have I done to deserve this?!

Could it be that the governor felt he had lost face?

Or maybe Bruce got so frustrated and angry because I yelled at him that he spent a lot of money to hire someone to mess with me?

Surely not...

Stop guessing.

The woman chuckled, revealing Chalis's true intentions.

"I've come precisely because of the suspicions in your heart, Mr. Cherries. You don't want to spend your whole life being suppressed by those high and mighty people, do you?"

A woman's melodious voice seems to possess an alluring charm.

"Someone like you shouldn't be overlooked. You're not part of the established order, so why don't you join our ranks?"

"Whose person are you? Where do you belong?"

Chalice had already quietly reached for the revolver at his waist.

He was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't immediately switched to the three special bullets that Master Thor had given him.

But he did not act rashly.

Because the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves should be quite significant.

Taking action rashly could easily anger the other party, making it impossible for you to escape smoothly.

Unless absolutely necessary.

Chalice will not fire the first shot.

The woman did not answer his question directly.

"Mr. Cherries, you don't need to care who I am or where I come from. You just need to remember that I have only goodwill towards you, no ill will."

"This meeting is just to give you a heads-up. It's best if you don't stay on Simon Island for the next few months. This is just a small piece of personal advice..."

"What do you mean?"

Chalice's eyes narrowed. "What are you going to do?"

however.

The woman said no more.

They retreated step by step until they were swallowed by darkness.

Chalice stared into the darkness, the slender figure that had been faintly visible not long ago seeming to have never existed.

But Chris knew very well.

This is not my own hallucination.

Since achieving extraordinary success, my life has undergone a leap in level.

His resistance to those annoying babblings almost doubled, and the symptoms of auditory hallucinations did not recur for a long time.

Chalice simply pulled out his revolver, stuffed it into his pocket, pulled his trench coat tighter, and hurried back to the hotel.

There are service staff on duty here 24 hours a day.

However, Cherries did not complain or seek help from the officials of these navigators' associations.

Because it's useless.

Official organizations, including the Navigators' Association, receive countless reports every day.

Even if Charys is a distinguished Black Iron navigator, he is destined to receive no effective response to such a whistleblower report without any evidence.

At most, they'll say, "Thanks for reminding me."

Most importantly, Chalice instinctively felt that the other person didn't seem like a bad person, but rather like someone was genuinely reminding him of something.

His spiritual warning only sensed the other party's sudden exposure, but he did not perceive any malice directed at him.

Either the other party is of a very high rank and would not reveal any malice if they wanted to kill you; or the other party really just came to chat with you for a bit.

But why?

Chalice couldn't understand it.

I simply stopped thinking about it.

Sartre even warned him that nighttime was not a safe place, and unexpectedly, he immediately encountered a "ghost".

And she was a female ghost.

"That's fucking weird..."

After a quick rinse, Chalice placed the revolver under his pillow, closed his eyes, and began to plan for the future.

"First, there are the Black Iron missions. Tomorrow morning, I'll pick up a few transport missions to Maro Island, which will serve as cover for smuggling."

"Secondly, there's the Blood Hand Gang's business. If done well, it can be developed into a long-term business with considerable profits."

"Finally, that mysterious guy... Did he want me to stay away from Simon Island? Was he trying to scare me? Or was he genuinely warning me?"

"I hate riddle-makers the most... those who only speak in half-finished sentences are just disgusting! I'll expose your true colors sooner or later, and see if you dare to keep spouting nonsense then..."

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