Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 59 Seeking Profits

The tavern door creaked shut.

Under the sunlight, Sartre, dressed in a dark blue captain's uniform, stood upright with his hair meticulously styled.

The badge on his chest, also bronze in color but with a more exquisite and complex design, shimmered faintly in the light.

"What are you looking at?"

Sartre noticed Cheryl's surprised gaze and awkwardly adjusted his collar.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't bother wearing this actor's costume... When going to see those old fogies, you have to dress decently!"

As he spoke, Sartre glanced at Chairis and said, "If it weren't for the urgency and inconvenience, I would have made sure you took a proper shower and changed your clothes."

"Look at how shabby you are! I'd be ashamed to take you out! It's only because you did a decent job this time that I couldn't bring myself to embarrass myself with you..."

Chalice looked down at himself.

Although the trench coat was a new one, it was ultimately just the kind of fabric and style favored by gangsters and night shift workers.

Comfortable and durable.

The clothes he wore also accentuated his capable and pragmatic nature.

However, compared to Sartre's obviously expensive uniform, the difference in workmanship and cost is obvious.

"If I really want to change, that's fine. My outfit was indeed a bit hasty..."

Chalice thought about his newly inflated wallet.

Buying a decent outfit can definitely help improve one's image.

The saying "clothes make the man" is not always a cliché.

"Hasty? Perfect!"

Sartre scoffed, "Wouldn't it better show those old fogies how desperately you fought to complete the mission? Let's go!"

Since Sartre didn't care, then Cheris was even less concerned.

Having a reason to get new clothes is certainly something to be happy about.

But not having to replace it saves money, which is also a pleasant surprise.

In short, it's all good news!

……

The two walked along the main road toward the Navigators' Association.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the stone pavement, while the sea breeze, carrying a salty tang, swept through the streets and alleys.

The streets are lined with shops of all kinds.

Although the crowds are not as bustling as they are after the ships return to port in the evening, businessmen eager to make money never hesitate to raise their voices to attract customers.

Wherever Sartre and Chéris walked, the crowd automatically made way for them.

It was all because of the badge on Sartre's chest.

This is a more alarming signal than the bulging weapons on the waists of gangsters.

"The so-called captain's privileges..."

Sartre spoke as he walked, his voice clear and steady.

"It's actually very simple. Unlike the rules on paper, privileges are the unwritten rules."

Chalice listened intently.

"Those old men need someone to explore the unknown seas, solve all sorts of problems, and hunt all sorts of rare and exotic creatures."

Sartre sneered, "Leaving aside distant matters, let's talk about your mission this time. Who was originally cultivating the Bloodthorn Tree? Why were others sent to handle the anomaly of it going missing?"

"Those office workers only know how to calculate performance reviews and fight for power over every little detail. If problems arise in the Ghost Sea, can we rely on them?"

"They can't. Even if they could before, they can't now. They've either lost the ability to go to sea, or like me... they've lost the courage to go to sea."

Sartre chuckled self-deprecatingly and continued, "So they have to rely on you captains who risk your lives at sea."

"Even though they were very reluctant to give up their precious resources, they would rather sacrifice their own safety than risk going out to sea themselves."

"so……"

Chalice seemed to be deep in thought.

"So as long as you can get things done, as long as you can bring back something of value, as long as you don't embarrass them..."

Sartre paused, then emphasized, "You can do almost anything you want!"

"What's so special about killing someone? That guy named Finn attacked first but you killed him instead. What do you call that? Self-defense counterattack!"

Even if the process is somewhat 'gray,' as long as the outcome is beneficial to the association, they will not pursue the details.

Chalis recalled Professor Herrens's nonchalant demeanor when he signed and stamped the document.

I see……

He gained a deeper understanding of certain rules...

"However, the premise of indulgence is that you have to continuously prove your own value."

Sartre turned his head, his eyes sharp.

"If you do a good job on one mission, you're a hero; if you do dozens of missions without making a mistake, then you can barely be considered one of us."

"The association can tolerate a capable captain occasionally crossing the line, but it will never condone the arrogance of a good-for-nothing..."

In conversation.

The two arrived at the Navigators' Association.

Cheryl went up to the second floor with ease.

Then, led by Sartre, they went up to the third floor for the first time along the spiral staircase.

That was originally the domain of Silver-level navigators and second-tier extraordinary individuals.

There is also a lobby on the second floor.

The third floor consists of individual, spacious private offices.

Sartre led Cheryl directly to the second office on the left.

He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and came in.

So Cherries followed the audacious Sartre into the room that symbolized one of the highest powers of the Navigators' Association.

The first thing that catches the eye is the cramped space.

It's hard to imagine that such a spacious office is filled with bookshelves of varying heights.

The bookshelf contained nautical logs, nautical charts, and bound mission reports.

A somewhat cramped oak table was placed by the window, behind which sat a sprightly old man.

He was wearing a faded captain's uniform, the cuffs worn but ironed and stretched.

The old man, without even looking up, cursed, "You rude old man! If you don't knock next time, I'll have someone kick you out!"

"Long time no see, Jack!"

Sartre pulled out the chair opposite the old man and plopped down in a lighthearted tone. "I need to talk to you!"

"Damn it, you never come here on your own initiative when there's nothing wrong..."

The old man finally raised his head and glanced at Cherissa.

"For this young man?"

"That's right!"

Sartre pointed to Chairis, "He's my successor. He just completed an investigation mission and brought back two ships. See for yourself the details."

After receiving a signal from Sat, Chalice took out the mission report and purification certificate that he had prepared beforehand.

The old man named Jack glanced at the beginning of the mission report casually, without immediately flipping through the documents that had been endorsed by someone, and stared at Cherries for a few seconds.

"The spirituality is still quite abundant, but the aura is somewhat weak."

Jack suddenly asked, "Did the Bloodthorn Tree do this?"

"Yes."

"Did one person solve it?"

"Crew support is available."

Jack nodded, picked up the document, and began to quickly flip through it.

soon.

He then closed the document.

"The report is very clear, and that old scholar Herrens stamped it, which means he approves of your statement."

"Self-defense and counterattack is perfectly reasonable. With previous cases to refer to, I believe that no one can find fault with this report."

"Logically speaking, those two ships can indeed be considered as something you brought back; that's a considerable achievement."

Jack stared at Cherries with eyes as sharp as a hawk's.