Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Knowing that something was wrong on the island and that it was necessary to send people to investigate the truth, rushing in without any preparation would undoubtedly be a very foolish thing to do!

How could a place where bloodthorn fruit can grow possibly be free of extraordinary threats?!

Chalice did not rush to use divination to determine the matter.

He doesn't like relying on divination when faced with problems.

This will make people "stupid".

This mission is less difficult than most exploration missions because the most dangerous aspect of exploration lies in the unpredictable risks brought by the unknown.

This small island was not unknown to the captains.

It's all clearly stated in the mission briefing.

Located 23 degrees north of east of Simon Island, about 179 nautical miles away, this island is less than three square kilometers in size, but it is full of spirit and is a good place to cultivate extraordinary products.

Because the island is covered with strange rocks and there is no soil where ordinary plants can take root and grow, the Governor's Office carefully selected and found the "bloodthorn tree," an extraordinary plant that does not take root and does not require water.

The bloodthorn tree's unique characteristic is that it breaks down and absorbs blood.

These bloodthorn trees will thrive if you simply catch a few boatloads of fish nearby, chop them up, and throw them to them regularly.

But since the association has issued an investigation mission, it means that something is wrong with this Bloodthorn Tree planting island.

It could be a natural disaster, or it could be a man-made one.

In short, someone needs to go and confirm the situation with their own eyes.

The mission was undoubtedly extremely risky, but the rewards offered by the association were also quite generous.

The fact that this exploration mission is so rare is enough to demonstrate the importance the association attaches to it.

So after Chalice left in a hurry, several other captains with sharp and capable auras also stepped forward and tore off a page.

The tasks posted in the taskbar are mostly for groups.

As for how the compensation will be distributed?

That depends on who finishes first...

Chalice acted decisively because the island contained the advanced materials he had been longing for, while the other captains' motives were much simpler.

make money!

Make a fortune!!!

Even if this survey mission is high-risk, it is definitely lower than exploring unknown sea areas!

Ambitious captains who want to turn their lives around—no one wants to miss this opportunity!

Chalice also knew that this mission was a highly coveted opportunity.

That's why we started the preliminary preparations in a flurry of activity.

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"You just got back a few days ago, and you're leaving again?"

Sartre frowned as he looked at the briefing that Cherris handed him.

"Investigation mission... Bloodthorn Tree... This thing is a genuine Tier 2 Extraordinary creature, and it's most likely already out of control. You're going? Are you courting death!?"

"You can't say that!"

Sitting at the bar, Cherries explained, "The biggest difference between humans and beasts is that humans have brains and like to use their brains."

"Since I know the biggest problem is the Bloodthorn Tree, I definitely need to find a way to deal with it before I go! That's why I've come to you."

"Teacher, you are very knowledgeable. Do you have any methods to curb the threat posed by the Bloodthorn Tree?"

"Yes, I have!"

Sartre replied without hesitation: "Few of these strange-looking things are not afraid of fire, especially phlogiston fire."

"You can burn this island to the ground, and I guarantee there will be no threat."

"Are you kidding me...?"

Chalice said helplessly, "Teacher, please stop teasing me. You know I didn't take this mission for the money, but for the Bloodthorn Fruit."

"Burning it clean is convenient and safe, but what am I going to eat?"

"Yeah! You even know what to eat!?"

Sartre, exasperated, threw the briefing back at him.

"You yourself said that the greatest virtue of a person is liking to use their brain, but I've noticed you're becoming increasingly reluctant to use your brain! You come to me with every little thing; can't you give this retired captain a moment's peace and quiet?"

Scolds are scolded.

Sartre didn't actually chase Cherries away.

In fact, both of them knew the truth.

When the new captain, Cherries, came to seek advice from the former captain, Sartre, it was not only out of a sense of mentorship, but also to help the latter relieve his boredom.

Although Sartre was no longer adrift at sea, his heart was not entirely at peace on land.

Cherries seems to have inherited Sartre's "legacy".

With a younger, stronger, and more energetic attitude, they steer their ships across the treacherous seas.

For this successor who embodies both reality and ideals.

How could Sartre possibly be stingy with his help?

"The flames ignited by phlogiston are a weakness of almost all extraordinary creatures, but few extraordinary creatures in the sea or on islands can extract phlogiston in sufficient purity."

"We humans are not born extraordinary, but we can use science and technology and mechanical devices to efficiently extract phlogiston from the marrow of marine organisms. This is where humanity's hope lies in exploring the mysterious sea."

Sartre rambled on and on before finally giving his answer.

"Remember the guy who sold you the gun last time?"

Sartre said earnestly, "He has a lot of good stuff. In terms of weapons, he has not only long and short guns, but also strange things like flamethrowers."

"Even if you want to install a few cannons on the ship in the future, you can go to him for a look. The price is hard to say, but the power is definitely not bad."

"I understand, teacher."

Chalice nodded and got up to leave.

Unexpectedly, Sartre called out to him.

"Wait! What's the rush?!"

Chalis turned around and saw the white-haired old man struggling to reach for something from his lower back.

A few seconds later.

He finally drew a folding knife.

Sartre gazed at the knife with a nostalgic expression, but quickly composed himself and tossed the folding knife to Cherris.

"After all these years... I'm more energetic now, but I'm still as poor as ever!"

"Is one gun enough? A man... a man carries a knife and a gun on his waist!"

"I call it 'The Cutter' because it is really sharp, so sharp that it can even cut through extraordinary properties. In addition to its sharpness, it can also burn spiritual energy to extend a blade about thirty centimeters long. It has no physical form, but it is equally sharp."

"Side effects..."

Sartre paused for a moment, "It shouldn't be a problem for you."

"The side effect of this knife is that holding it for a long time will make you unconsciously want to cut something; in layman's terms, it makes your hands 'itch'. Your self-control is pretty good; you should be able to control yourself from doing something reckless."

Chalice examined the pure white folding knife in his hand.

bass--

With a gentle flick of his wrist, the blade popped out.

The sharp edge shone so brightly white in the dim light of the tavern that it seemed to momentarily slash at Cherissa's vision.

Seeing that Charys narrowed his eyes slightly and shifted his gaze from the blade to the table and chairs in front of him.

"Hey! You're already captivated after just one compliment?"

Sartre said urgently, "If you can't control yourself from taking a few legs off my tables and chairs, then you'd better give them back now!"

"Don't rush!"

Chalice chuckled. "Uncontrollably...uncontrollably...then shall I go find Master Thor?"

Go!

Sartre grumbled irritably, "Don't be stubborn if things aren't going well. Don't forget you owe me a lot of money, and I've already given you the folding knife. If you don't come back, I'll be at a huge loss!"

"I know."

Chalice responded softly, then turned and left the tavern.

Fortunately.

When he arrived at Master Thor's shop.

This blacksmith, who sold all sorts of strange and unusual items, actually found what he needed most...

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