Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 66 The Giant Cannon on the Ship

With Cherries's tactful and dignified explanation.

Isabel reluctantly believed that the vial of medicine meant to help middle-aged men regain their confidence was not for his own use.

"So—you want me to analyze the ingredients?"

Isabel held the test tube, examining the dark brown liquid inside that shimmered with a deep green luster.

She whispered a reminder: "Mr. Cherry, although you have been a great help to me in my research, this reagent must be the work of a certain pharmacist."

"Analyzing this without the pharmacist's consent could easily anger them, so I'd like to ask in advance—is this potion made by a pharmacist with a name and reputation?"

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Hearing Isabel's slightly meaningful question.

Chalice thought for a moment, "I bought this on the black market on Maro Island for forty silver coins."

"I bought this vial of medicine to study it and see if it could give me some inspiration."

"Since he can make money with extraordinary potions, I also want to try and see if there's a shortcut to making money—"

"I see—"

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Isabel visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Black market trading—it's all the way to Maro Island, and it only costs a few dozen silver coins, so there's no problem!"

Her smile returned.

"Then this potion probably isn't some very valuable secret recipe anymore, and I'm not afraid that senior will come after me, a student who hasn't even graduated yet."

"Although pharmacists are at the second level of the life sequence, and above me as a [physician], with the equipment in the laboratory, I can still try to analyze it."

"Um----

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Chalice hesitated.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Actually—more than the ingredients of this potion, I'm more interested in understanding how it inspires me."

"I'm a food connoisseur, but that just means I'm better at cooking. I think that as I advance in the future, I'll be able to cook extraordinary ingredients even better and create food with magical effects."

"I'm still completely confused right now, maybe I'm overthinking it —"

"Who knows what the future holds?"

Isabel gently shook the test tube. "Besides, the future of the Extraordinary Path holds infinite possibilities, and it might be even more amazing than you imagine!"

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Cherries left the hospital feeling refreshed.

After entrusting the potion to Isabel, he was finally able to put an end to a whimsical idea he had been harboring.

Chalice wasn't bothered that forty silver coins might go down the drain.

If this investment can open up new avenues for your money-making endeavors.

That would be a huge profit.

Even if you fail, it's not a complete loss.

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At least it can eliminate some false traps.

He returned to the Navigators' Association and found Sartre arguing heatedly with a senior logistics officer.

This old man, who had long since left the world of sailing, now displayed an astonishing knowledge base, having become intimately familiar with equipment that was completely foreign to Chalice.

Furthermore, by invoking Director Jack's influence, Sartre's attitude when asking for things became exceptionally "arrogant."

"Do you have a whaling cannon?"

,"No."

"That's a good idea!"

"There really isn't one."

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"Aren't there any whaling cannons readily available?"

Sartre glanced at Chairis and continued to negotiate confidently, "These are war supplies!"

"Do you even believe it yourselves when you say that you don't have any ready-made cannons in your warehouse?"

"While it is true that whaling cannons are needed for daily use, the few currently in the warehouse have already been reserved."

The logistics supervisor said with a bitter face, "If we can't get the cannons out by then, I'll be the one who takes the blame."

"Alright, alright!"

Sartre waved his hand, "I know what you mean. You just want us to take responsibility so that you won't be caught in the middle."

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The logistics supervisor smiled politely and did not refute.

"We are not going to shirk our responsibility."

Sartre snorted coldly, "This is a confidential mission issued by Director Jack. You can record it and file it. This kid is the executor. He'll sign it."

"Even if something goes wrong, he'll be the one to take responsibility. But—you'd better pick the best gun for him!"

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"No problem! No problem!"

"The logistics supervisor accepted the documents with a smile and smoothly completed the registration process."

He was also in a dilemma.

Strategic materials like whaling cannons are all on file with the association's top brass, and the movements of each cannon need to be clearly understood.

In addition to the captains who specialize in renting cannons for whale hunting.

With the migration season for some whales and sea monsters approaching, the whaling cannons in the warehouse have basically all been pre-ordered.

These two guys who came with Director Jack's secret mission to ask for cannons are not to be trifled with, but those guys who dare to go out to sea to hunt those huge sea monsters are just as formidable!

The logistics manager is unwilling to become the focus of conflict.

Now that Chalice has signed his confirmation, even if the whaling cannons are not returned on time and a shortage occurs, he can still have the two groups fight it out.

The risks and hidden dangers are shifted to others.

They keep the benefits and profits for themselves.

This is a profound saying he learned from working in logistics for so many years.

Then use the money to bribe those above and appease those below.

This is the workplace strategy he used to maintain his position as manager.

Chalice isn't stupid either.

He certainly saw through his supervisor's intentions.

But that's normal.

Despite the high-ranking background of Director Jack and the legitimate requirements of a classified mission.

But ultimately, the association is not obligated to provide him with all the urgently needed equipment.

The logistics supervisor refused to budge.

They really had no way of getting it.

After all, it's public property.

Giving it to me is a favor; not giving it to me is my right.

Fortunately, the person didn't want to offend anyone and was willing to give me some convenience within the scope of their authority.

Therefore, Chalice reciprocated kindness by taking responsibility for any unexpected events upon himself.

Both sides saved face and achieved the desired result.

finally.

Chalice temporarily borrowed the whaling cannon and its accompanying heavy harpoons, high-density cables, and large cutting tools.

The rent is quite low compared to market rates.

Nevertheless.

The complete set of equipment is still a bit pricey.

It hurts a little to think about how much money I used to spend on Cherries.

Fortunately, the freshly received check, still smelling of ink, gave him the composure to remain calm.

It is not too late.

Cherries decided to contact them today to discuss the installation.

The Homecoming Ship also needs a thorough overhaul.

After all, hunting giant whales is no child's play.

Although Director Jack spoke casually, as if it were just a small fishing trip.

But Chalice dared not be so careless.

Even the most docile and non-aggressive whale is still a massive sea monster.

A slight mishap.

His ship, Homecoming, would be at risk of capsizing.

The equipment has been arranged.

Chalice was preparing to go to the port to make contact.

"Let's go! It's been so long since we've seen the Homecoming!"

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Sartre said in a rather good mood, "That old bastard Jack is really stingy. He only agreed to pay the price I told him for the bronze ship you brought back. Damn it!"

"If I had known you would accept his offer, I should have asked for a higher price and ripped him off!"

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Upon hearing this...

Suddenly, Chalice slapped his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Sartre was somewhat curious.

"I almost forgot! Those unlucky guys haven't disembarked yet!"

"There were too many things to do today, and my mind was all muddled," Chalice said with some annoyance. "I only remember that everything was fine once my crew was arranged."

"I was so busy that I forgot there was another ship with people being guarded and unable to leave, and I even told them I'd find someone to handle it—"

"Pshaw! What's this! Let them stay put!"

Sartre nonchalantly stated, "They don't even care about their own captain; they deserve to be taught a lesson!"

You're a good person in every way; you're ruthless, but not cruel enough.

"If I were younger, I would have killed all those crew members long ago. Why would I be burdened with such a bunch of trouble?"

"But you still saved me, didn't you?"

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"You? You're different—"

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