Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Twenty silver coins!

The sailors stared intently at the money bag that Cherry was holding up with both hands.

There was no greed, only admiration.

If someone else had made such a statement, they might have been skeptical.

But Chalice does not engage in such deception.

That's the benefit of fame.

Ten silver coins were undoubtedly a huge sum of money for sailors of their lowly status.

When many captains encounter the deaths of their sailors, those with a conscience will casually give them some copper coins to appease them, while some unscrupulous ones will even collude with insurance companies to directly report them missing.

In this way, even if the sailors have insurance, it will not be effective.

Going missing does not count as death.

Therefore, there is no need to pay out insurance premiums.

"My ship, Chalice, does not drink human blood."

Chalice surveyed the numerous sailors. "The Homecoming will not fail anyone who has shed blood for it."

"If you dare to entrust your lives to me, I guarantee it! For the living, I'll put money in your pockets; for the dead, I'll definitely put them in their coffins!"

Upon hearing this, the sailors cheered, and all sorts of extremely crude and laudatory words of praise poured out of their mouths.

Chalice watched this scene with satisfaction.

A moment later, he waved his hand, signaling them to go about their business.

The sailors surged off the ship in a noisy commotion, disappearing around the corner arm in arm.

Eddie was entrusted by Chalice with the task of delivering a message.

The deck was quickly cleared.

Only Cheryl and Wirtz, who could finally drink to their hearts' content, remained.

"I said... are those people trustworthy?"

Wirtz sat on the barrel, unbuttoning his stained shirt, and looked at Cherries as he poured wine from the bottle.

The latter remained calm, showing no trace of the rousing enthusiasm he had displayed earlier.

"Who knows..."

Chalice crossed his arms and leaned on the gunwale.

"I only care about making money, I don't care who they are reliable."

The two chatted idly, exchanging a few words.

About ten minutes later.

The group hurried to the berth.

The man in the lead wore a well-tailored dark gray woolen trench coat, black leather gloves of indistinguishable material on his hands, and a neat mustache on his pale face. He had an elegant demeanor but also a cold air about him, and his gaze toward Cherissa was devoid of warmth.

Behind him stood ten lean men with their collars turned up, revealing their left hands gloved in black, while their right hands were all tucked into bulging pockets.

Chalice noticed something.

The menacing aura emanating from these people was impossible to conceal; though they seemed to be spreading out casually, they were actually subtly surrounding the berth where the Homecoming was located.

This commendable level of organization and training is something that street thugs could never cultivate.

"Captain Cherries?"

The refined man with the mustache stopped at the ship's railing, his gaze lingering subtly on the black iron badge on Cherris's chest.

"I am Thomasy Corleone."

The man gave a very refined smile.

"The Bloodhand Gang calls you a punctual captain. I thought it was an exaggeration that you only needed three days, but now it seems I was just naive."

"Get paid to do things, efficiency is paramount."

Chalice politely invited, "There's no point in saying more, Mr. Thomas, let's inspect the goods first!"

"If that's what you're saying, then of course there's no problem."

Thomas gestured for his four men to follow him onto the boat.

Lifting the tarpaulin, the pungent stench made this pampered member of the Mafia frown.

He instinctively took two steps back, and after seeing the huge object next to the cargo box, he looked at Cherries with some wariness.

Trying to scare me?

Raise the price again?

Is this young man trying to intimidate me?

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Thomas."

Chalice explained in a relaxed tone, "This is a big guy I encountered during my voyage. It kept chasing me, so I had no choice but to kill it to avoid delaying the journey."

"If the price is fair, this greytip reef shark might become our second transaction, what do you say?"

"I see……"

Thomas nodded thoughtfully, but did not continue in the same vein as Cherissa.

He wasn't a hothead either.

If you want to ensure that your own interests are not harmed, then you must ensure that you never act according to the wishes of others...

"Let's look at the guns first... after all, that's the main course, Captain Cherries? What do you say?"

"Of course, please go ahead."

Having received an accurate answer, Thomas gestured with his chin toward his subordinate.

One of them immediately stepped forward, pulled out a dagger, inserted it into the gap in the wooden planks of the cargo box, pried it open several times, and lifted the lid of the box labeled "Flavored Ham".

He casually picked out the top layer of ham and threw it away.

A short Mauser carbine with a lever appeared before everyone.

Thomas stepped forward, took the gun from his subordinate, and skillfully pulled back the bolt to check the rifling wear and whether the firing mechanism was working properly.

They inspected the other two boxes of weapons using the same method.

Thomas put the gun back and nodded in satisfaction.

"It hasn't been corroded by seawater, and it's not some cheap, cheap knock-off. Excellent, excellent!"

As Thomas took out his leather bag, he said to Chalice, "The balance of forty gold coins, plus a tip of ten gold coins."

"The Corleone family may owe favors, but they will never owe money. Captain Chalice, thank you for bringing us the flames of punishment in time."

"Thank you for the Corleone family's kindness. I am honored that I was able to deliver it on time and without delaying your important business."

Everyone carries the flowery sedan chair.

Thomas was so polite.

Chalice naturally had to say some flattering words as well.

He wasn't used to these flattering tricks, but now that it's for money... saying a few nice words isn't shameful!

Thomas is a meticulous person.

After Cherries verified the money on the spot, and the captain smiled and nodded, Thomas signaled to his men to move the weapons away.

Thomas was clearly in a good mood after completing the transaction.

"Captain Cherries, our Corleone family doesn't like to make many friends, but we never hold back our enthusiasm when it comes to true friends."

"You've helped us a lot. In the past, we would have sincerely invited you to visit our family. Unfortunately, the current situation is special, so we'll have to postpone that decision..."

A thought struck Chalice.

"Excuse me, but has the Corleone family encountered some formidable adversary? Such a large-scale arms purchase doesn't seem like a small-scale operation!"

"Hmm... there's really no point in hiding it..."

Thomas came to the ship's side with his hands in his pockets and watched as his men efficiently unloaded crates of munitions from the ship.

"A group called the Hyenas have recently infiltrated Maro Island. These guys are not only stealing the business of existing gangs, but they have also openly destroyed a gang that was affiliated with the Corleone family."

"But that's not the point. The key thing is that they offered a hypocritical apology afterward. Ha... what's the use of an apology?"

Thomas's tone was not angry, but rather carried a confident ease.

"An apology is just empty talk after the fact, and empty talk is not even as useful as a piece of toilet paper."

The Corleone family member said softly, "It's okay to make mistakes, just bear the consequences first."

"Those who should lose arms and legs should do so themselves; those who should pay with their lives should be prepared to give them theirs. If someone does something wrong and goes unpunished, who will still believe in the authority of the Corleone family?"

These few words, seemingly casual, seem to contain the weight of countless lives soaked in blood.

Chalice nodded silently.

This was his first real encounter with a gangster.

I must say... it's actually quite stylish...

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