Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

The Homecoming successfully returned to Simon Island.

The people at the dock, taking a break from their busy work, gazed in amazement at the strange fleet of ships, occasionally pointing and making comments.

Chalice buttoned up his trench coat tightly, concealing his battered body.

The ship ahead was questioned by staff.

Wirtz steered the Homecoming close behind, and Cherries stood at the bow, showing his badge and casually explaining the reason.

Fortunately, although the staff were surprised, they were experienced and knowledgeable and did not come up with a solution.

soon.

Three adjacent berths in the more secluded areas of the dock were vacated.

The mooring ropes of the Return Home ship were firmly secured to the mooring bollards on the shore.

Cheryl can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's the situation. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

Upon hearing the black-haired captain's calm words, the dockworker responsible for docking the ships quickly shook his head.

"That's all! Captain, you've done an amazing job on this mission... it's beyond imagination!"

"I can't assess your task completion status. Please go to the association as soon as possible to complete the handover. I'm sure you'll receive a very good reward!"

"I hope so..."

Cherries smiled politely.

Then one person disembarked.

The other crew members, including those from another bronze ship, were ordered to remain on board.

Because they are on an exploration mission this time!

According to regulations.

All ships and personnel returning from exploration missions are not allowed to move around freely and must undergo rigorous inspections to eliminate potential hazards.

These are rules forged with countless tears and blood.

Exploration missions, especially those exploring unknown seas and islands.

Nobody knows what will happen...

It's certainly a good thing to come back alive, but no one can be sure if the people who come back are the same ones.

There might even be other things that came back with these people and the ship...

Even a bronze navigator like Chalice, who held a certain status, was not exempt from the prescribed inspection procedures.

In this regard.

He had no objections.

Because this is also for his own good.

Led by staff, Cherries arrived at a row of not-so-bustling houses in the dock area.

This is quite unusual in the dock area.

Having spent two and a half years struggling, Chalice naturally knew what kind of people were here.

church.

To be precise.

The Church of Glory.

As one of the three major orthodox churches, the Church of Glory has always been a place that people both love and fear.

Love stems from the fact that the Church of Radiance is willing to regularly provide relief to the homeless and can also examine and purify people from the mysterious sea or from unknown sources of pollution and erosion.

The fear stems from the fact that while the Church of Radiance is purifying and corrupting, it also cleanses up those hopeless losers.

Nobody wants to die.

Even knowing they have become a walking "pollution source," few people can make the choice to give up their lives to protect others.

Fortunately, he was an extraordinary individual.

Chalice's self-examination of spirituality far surpasses that of ordinary people.

It has an inherent advantage in both resisting erosion and detecting pollution.

We passed through a low archway.

Cherries followed the staff to the Radiant Church's residence at the dock.

The stone-paved courtyard was quite clean, with a small fountain standing in the center, from which water sprayed out from the "hands" of the angel sculpture clasped together in front of its chest.

A faint fragrance filled the air, a world apart from the fishy and sweaty stench of the dock.

"Please wait a moment, the nun will be here shortly."

The staff member finished speaking in a low voice and then hurriedly left.

Chalice strolled calmly to the fountain and quietly watched the flowing water.

The amazing thing is...

Being in such a courtyard, smelling a fragrance that is not very strong.

Chalice felt that he had just returned from the sea, and his tense nerves had relaxed a lot, and even his stinging wounds had eased considerably.

He used to be afraid to approach the church, fearing that these so-called clergy would discover that he was a time traveler.

Although it wasn't a soul-swapping or possession.

But since he wasn't a native of this world, Chalice felt somewhat uneasy about the church.

But now, it doesn't matter anymore.

Chalice spent nearly three years on Simon Island.

He became captain, and thus became an extraordinary individual.

Based on seniority.

The church's rotating clergy might not have stayed as long as I have on Simon Island.

In terms of contributions.

The taxes paid to the association and the governor's office were not reduced in the slightest.

Even if the Church of Glory wants to call for guns to be used.

Even Chalice could argue with them, and besides, he's no longer the clueless young man who couldn't even speak clearly...

Soft footsteps came from under the corridor.

Chalice turned around and saw a blonde nun in a plain white dress walking slowly towards him.

Her long, light gold hair, falling from her temples, was neatly braided at the back of her head, encircling her glossy hair.

The nun's skirt was embroidered with golden wave patterns, her azure eyes were as clear as a spring, her face was round, and she held a tray in her hands, on which was a uniquely shaped oil lamp.

They even lit a fire in broad daylight.

As the nun approached, Cheryl instinctively felt a sense of relief, as if a heavy stone that had been pressing on his chest had been gently removed.

I didn't feel it was very heavy when it was pressed down, but after it was removed, I found that I felt much more relaxed.

Chalice shook his head, then belatedly looked at the lamp with a look of surprise in his eyes.

If he wasn't mistaken, the lamp the nun was holding must have a miraculous effect of purifying pollution.

Because as long as it comes into contact with the source of pollution, it will be subject to the corrosive effects of the pollution.

It's simply a matter of quantity, speed, and severity.

The reason why the Ghost Sea is dangerous is that it is the largest known source of pollution for mankind!

Captains and crew members who spend all day at sea are at a much higher risk of corrosion than those who stay on the island.

"May the light guide you, Captain."

The nun's voice was calm and pleasant, seemingly with a soothing effect.

"I am Sister Fina, in charge of this examination. Please relax, this will not harm you."

Chalice nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."

Fina stopped in front of him.

"Please take off your coat."

Fina said calmly, "I need to observe your physical condition directly."

Without hesitation, Cheryl raised her hand and unbuttoned her trench coat.

When the upper body, wrapped in bandages, is exposed to the air.

Fina frowned slightly.

"He was badly injured."

She asked softly, "What hurt you?"

"Bloodthorn Tree".

"Did you deal with it?"

"Use phlogiston."

The nun nodded, without asking for further details.

She placed the silver tray on the stone platform at the edge of the fountain, picked up the oil lamp with both hands, and began to recite a prayer in a low voice.

Strange syllables echoed in the courtyard, harmonizing with the faint chanting of scriptures in the distance.

As the prayer proceeded...

The wick of the oil lamp burst into an even larger flame.

But what ignited was not an ordinary flame, but a soft white light, the halo rippling out like water, enveloping the two of them.

Chalice felt a warm current brush against his skin.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it had a soothing, comforting quality.

The pain from the wound seemed to be completely erased, and the tense nerves relaxed.

But Chalice immediately became alert.

This is the influence of extraordinary power.

We cannot completely let our guard down.

"Please look directly at the light."

Sister Fina said softly.

Cherries did as instructed.

The white light reflected tiny specks of light in his eyes.

Time passed by, second by second.

It seemed that even the sound of the fountain had disappeared, leaving only the nun's and his own breathing.

Sudden.

Chalice felt a light tap on his left shoulder.

Sister Fina's gaze was fixed on the area below his left shoulder blade.

There was a wound there, deeply pierced by thorns, almost penetrating through, and even with bandages, dark red blood was faintly seeping out.

"here……"

Fina said solemnly, "There's residual filth..."

"filthy?"

A chill ran down Chalice's spine...

……