Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

the next day.

Chalice woke up in a luxurious five-square-meter bed.

In this beautiful water world where every inch of usable land is incredibly valuable, being able to enjoy a 20-square-meter room with a private bathroom and a small balcony is only possible because of the captain's prestigious status.

A full ten hours of high-quality sleep swept away all of Cheryl's fatigue and tension.

I fell into a deep sleep last night with doubts in my mind.

Sure enough, there were some fragmented details in the dream.

This wasn't the first time Chalice had tried divination; his past experience had given him considerable skill in interpreting the results.

I woke up from a nap.

He has already sensed the restlessness called spirituality.

Take a hot shower.

Change into new clothes.

It's really just a slightly cleaner trench coat.

Cheryl left the hotel, turned a few corners, and stepped into the bustling morning hours of Simon Island.

……

Knock knock knock—

"Closed during the day..."

Knock knock knock—

"Who is it? Are you deaf?! You can't see the opening hours and you can't understand human speech?!"

In a secluded tavern in a back alley of the main street, the tightly closed door was suddenly pulled open.

An old man with messy gray hair appeared in front of Cherris.

"Ah...it's you, kid..."

The old man's anger quickly dissipated.

"What's wrong? Can't keep going? I've been telling you for ages to open a tavern with me and live a carefree life. Wouldn't it be better to just stay comfortably on the island?"

"You had to suffer like that and dive into the sea... You finally figured it out, coming to see me so early in the morning?"

Chalice smiled and looked around the small but tastefully decorated tavern with great interest.

Operating a tavern on expensive land in a prime location like Central Street is enough to demonstrate the old man's wealth, while the fact that there are fewer than ten sets of tables and chairs also indirectly reflects that the tavern's operation is not primarily for profit.

This man was none other than Chalice's former captain and his savior.

Sartre the Elder.

"I've finally come all this way, old captain, aren't you going to offer me a drink?"

"I knew you wouldn't come here with anything good!"

Sartre muttered, "Get in here! Don't just stand there making a fool of yourself!"

Chalice closed the tavern's thick wooden door again.

The tavern lights were already on.

As he casually sat down at the bar, Sartre had already come out from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of clear, emerald-green liquor.

"Look at those dark circles under your eyes!"

Sartre irritably pushed the wine toward Cherris.

"This is after a full night's rest, right? If I didn't know you didn't like messing around, I'd suspect you might die from excessive indulgence one day!"

As they talked...

He sighed. "I really don't know what you're working so hard for? Going home? Don't be ridiculous! You can't even say where you're from, where do you think you're going back to?"

"Child...do you want to outlive yourself to death?"

"What's the difference between you now and those guys who went crazy after hearing the strange sea murmurs?"

"It's just that you both want to go back to a certain place. Their obsession is to return to the Sea of ​​Ghosts, while your obsession is to return to a 'home' that you don't even know where you are!"

Chalice suppressed his smile, uncorked the bottle, poured himself half a glass of clear, emerald-green liquor, and then listened quietly to the old man's unabashed concern.

He used to get tired of his parents' lectures.

Unexpectedly, those meaningless nagging words have now become his obsession on countless nights.

When Chárlis came to Sartre to be "scolded," wasn't he also reliving the feeling of being both reprimanded and cared for by an elder?

"Drink it sparingly! This is the last bottle of 'Green Fairy' I've brewed recently!"

Sartre said softly, "You know, I'm pretty good at brewing wine. Those guys have been ordering wine from me until after the new year."

"This Green Fairy can help alleviate auditory hallucinations. A bottle is 500 milliliters, which is more expensive than gold by weight. Don't think you can drink it like water just because it's free!"

"Free alcohol! You can't drink it like water!"

Chalice laughed heartily, then took a big gulp.

Sartre immediately became anxious.

"Do you think I'm worried about the money?! This alcohol can relieve auditory hallucinations, but the side effects are also quite severe. Do you want to drink yourself into an idiot?!"

"Don't worry..."

Chalice put down his glass and slowly exhaled.

"Uncle Sartre, you know me... I can only let loose a little here with you..."

These words were spoken.

Sartre's expression changed slightly, and he said nothing more.

Chalice naturally changed the subject.

"By the way, besides asking for a drink, I also have two other things I'd like to ask for your help with."

"Go ahead and say it!"

Sartre snorted, "I knew you had nothing better to do than waste your time on the island."

"I need a new chief engineer."

Charys added, "Ideally, we'd like to get an entire engine crew, the first engineer, the second engineer... I can afford to pay them."

Sartre paused in his wiping of the wine glass.

"Russell..."

"He's dead."

Chalice answered bluntly, "He died in the engine room, eaten by the monstrous bug. That piece of shit tried to impersonate Russell to fool me, but forgot to imitate Russell's stuttering habit."

"oh……"

Sartre continued wiping the wine glasses with his head down. "I never thought that the thing that guy was always disliked for would become the opportunity to help him get revenge."

"Who can argue with that..."

Chalice took a sip of the Green Fairy. "There's something else more important, old captain. I need your help to find me an 'admission ticket' for an extraordinary route."

Sartre couldn't wipe it off anymore.

He raised his head and looked at his most proud student, his most cherished junior, and also his proudest successor with a serious expression.

"You know what this means, right?"

"certainly."

Chalice said softly, "The extraordinary grants people power beyond reason, but it is also accompanied by madness and curses. The extraordinary have only two paths: either rise step by step to the top, or meet a tragic end."

"Since you've decided to come find me, it means you've made up your mind and figured out how to do it."

Sartre stared at Chairis. "Tell me! Which path do you want to take?"

The voice just fell.

An invisible azure aura burst forth from Sartre, rippling outwards like waves!

While in the water, Cary felt as if he were under the pressure of the sea, making it difficult to breathe.

The surging spirituality of the Storm Sequence Tier 2 Sea Clan member enveloped the entire bar!

Some things to say.

Sartre did not say it explicitly.

But both of them knew it.

Although Cherries and Sartre had a good relationship.

But if the path that Chalice desires is those forbidden sequences that belong to the abyss!

So no matter how much Sartre liked Chalice, it wouldn't stop him from ruthlessly killing this wayward and hopeless young man on the spot!

The reason why taboos are taboos is because even understanding these extraordinary secrets related to the abyss can bring extremely terrifying pollution and erosion!

In addition, there's the fact that Cheryl seems to have an abnormal mental state.

Most other people probably wouldn't even dare to listen; they would have immediately called the church or the governor to deal with this dangerous thing that could very well be a "dirty bomb"...

Chalice recalled the results of his divination once again.

And fragments of last night's dream.

After learning that the most suitable path was desire, Cheryl in his dream was filled with many fleeting inspirations.

Black stockings... white stockings... haughty and aloof... gentle and charming... many beautiful figures whose faces were not clearly visible flashed by.

Chalice longed to be their devoted admirer, but he never took the first step.

What made him take that first step was a bowl of braised pork.

Nothing special.

It was simply placed on a dining table that he knew all too well.

There were several other dishes on the table, all of which were his favorite home-cooked meals since childhood.

And so, Cheryl was smitten.

Then he woke up.

Sexual desire is certainly something to be longed for.

But Charys considered himself to be able to tolerate it.

For at least the past two and a half years, he hasn't given a single copper coin of the money he saved to go home to the girls in Honglangman.

As for sleepiness...

When beautiful women and delicious food appear in his dreams, Cheryl knows that they are not his first choice.

The answer is quite simple.

"Please help me find the sequence called 'Gourmet' in the path of desire. I think... there's no more suitable path for me on the extraordinary path..."

"A food connoisseur, perhaps..."