Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Gordon was also curious after hearing Winslow say that.

Last time, Winslow gave him four groundbreaking works, including an anatomical atlas of demons, and he continues to provide assistance, giving Gordon invaluable knowledge.

What rare things will Gordon see this time?

Curious, Gordon nodded, turning his attention back to the food and beginning to eat.

The celebratory dinner was understated and tasteful.

A gentle night breeze blew, and candlesticks and fruit plates sat on the table. Flying insects chased the flickering warm light and occasionally flew through the sounds of people talking.

There were many meals, including simple dishes such as cold cut beef, roasted quail, and creamy mushroom stew. These were all prepared by students who knew how to cook, who racked their brains to feed not only the patients but also their fellow students in the research group.

Everyone sat on mismatched chairs; all the chairs in the professor's house were brought out for use, half of them high-backed oak chairs and rattan chairs, and the other half were wide white chairs used for relaxing in the garden.

On average, someone would come up to toast Gordon every half course of food he ate.

Gordon sat down, while they came over, bowing and scraping, offering a toast as a sign of respect, and introducing themselves.

"Mr. Vic, I'm Alfred, a senior in college..."

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Vic. I am Lawrence of the Kingsley family..."

"It's an honor to meet you, sir..."

These research workers were very enthusiastic, as if they were afraid of wasting their time offering wine.

Before Gordon could ask any questions, they quickly introduced themselves, trying to make an impression on him.

He raised his glass and nodded to them, occasionally taking a sip of warm wine, responding in his own unique way.

"Very good, very promising..."

"You have a bright future ahead of you."

"I remember you, buddy..."

They felt that Mr. Vic remembered them, and then they returned to their places with a sense of smug satisfaction.

Networking and alumni connections are very important.

Although this group can only work as Gordon's assistants for now, it's mainly because Gordon has risen to power too quickly.

In the future, they will most likely make a name for themselves in medical school and academia.

No matter how well these people fare in the future, it's never a loss to have made friends with them. You'll be able to find acquaintances in all walks of life, and that's what it means to be comfortable.

We can start catching up on old times with this unique and delicious meal tonight.

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In addition, Gordon also intentionally trained his ability to control his alcohol intake.

When ordinary people drink alcohol, ethanol can cross the blood-brain barrier and enter the brain, numbing the nerves; the more one drinks, the more confused they become.

Gordon is also absorbing alcohol, but due to the enhanced circulation of bodily fluids, blood transport is faster, the liver breaks it down more efficiently, and the cerebrospinal fluid is constantly metabolizing waste.

The alcohol was packed up and sent away before it even had a chance to take effect in the body.

This is the gap.

"Hmm..." Professor Winslow was also slightly tipsy and accepted toasts from quite a few people.

He turned around and saw that Gordon looked normal, so he couldn't help but nod.

A person's character is revealed in their drinking habits.

"Let's go." Winslow said a final word to the students as dinner was about to end, then led Gordon away.

"I'm here," Gordon followed.

Vera wasn't full, so she swept up all the wine on the table, grabbed a few bottles, and hurried after him.

Inside the study at Grey Oak Estate.

The sounds of college students clearing the table downstairs gradually faded away. Winslow turned on the gaslight, looked around, and finally found a picture book for Gordon.

[The Hound's logbook. Those who set sail with excitement will soon vomit it all back into the sea.]

Winslow took a gray nautical chart from his journal, unfolded it, and placed it on the desktop, taking up most of the desktop.

"You restarted the Hound. Are you going to use it to go to sea? What's your purpose?" Winslow asked without turning his head, looking at the nautical chart.

"Of course it's scientific research, just like you, Professor." Gordon examined the nautical chart. "Is this evidence of your world travels?"

"certainly."

"Incredible..." Gordon stroked the nautical chart.

The whole world leaps off the page, with Logris Island being only a small part of it.

To its east lies the continent of Probia across the sea, while the continent of Essia lies even further away.

To its south, the vast southern continent stretches to the horizon, covering both sides of the equator.

To its west lies the strangely vast continent of New Albion.

Originating from a tiny island nation, the Logris Empire thus held the fate of four continents in its hands.

The professor's sea routes formed dotted lines, connecting various ports and islands, leaving traces of his visits to the four continents and four oceans.

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This is invaluable experience that can be directly applied to going to sea. Gordon has also learned from it. What he can see at a glance now was originally explored day by day.

With it, Gordon will be able to quickly identify safe routes and figure out where to dock and collect supplies during his future explorations.

It can be said that just by seeing this picture, the cost of rediscovering the information again by thousands of pounds has been saved, as well as countless hours!

"I also aspired to join the Royal Society, but Sir Morgenstern felt that I had no groundbreaking discoveries, so I decided to go to sea and become the world's best naturalist..." Winslow then found many hand-drawn illustrations of alien creatures and placed them on a map.

"This is really dangerous." Gordon saw many strange and bizarre creatures, which Winslow himself had named.

[The Narwhal Demon. The good news is that it can use its long horn to predict enemy movements; the bad news is that enemies will constantly hunt it down for that horn.]

[The Illusory Peacock Demon. When it spreads its tail feathers, it allows people to briefly glimpse the truth of the universe.]

[The Ice Moth Demon. Winslow documented 19 live specimens, and none have been found since. Winslow bears full responsibility.]

Then, Gordon's attention fell on many places marked as unknown on the map.

In the far east, an archipelago sealed by mist resisted foreign ships due to the order to close the country, becoming the only territory of the Logris Empire that had not established diplomatic relations.

In the icy, snow-covered regions of the world's two poles, there may exist extremely rare source matter and unknown winter worshippers.

There are also countless unknown islands in the vast ocean, each of which may have an indigenous civilization waiting to be discovered, along with the resources or treasures they have accumulated over the long years...

As he looked around, Gordon's desire to explore the world grew stronger.

In the future, he may personally name some of these places.

The damp and gloomy Lundnium is like a tiny dot in this world, small enough to be covered by a finger, not enough to hold a person's full ambition.

Just by looking at the nautical chart, dozens of different exploration routes came to mind.

Seeing Gordon's expression, Winslow began to actively curb his curiosity.

"There are indeed many things worth bringing back from overseas, but if you want to go to sea with the Hound, you have to learn to adapt to the wind and waves in the near sea first."

To prevent Gordon from running off to his death 80,000 miles away as soon as he got the Hound, Winslow folded up the nautical charts and left them only in the waters near Gordon Logris Island.

"How did my global ambitions turn into just strolling around the neighborhood?"

"The four continents and four oceans have always been there and will not drift away. But if you cross the ocean on your first voyage, you will most likely sink with the ship."

"What's fun to do around here?" Gordon felt like his world had suddenly shrunk.

"Yes, the Oyster Islands, between Logris Island and Gallia." Winslow pointed to some small islands on the nautical chart, along with his original drawings of the islands' specialty, the "giant oysters."

Gordon saw that the professor had drawn the oysters to be plump and white, and he couldn't fit one in his mouth.

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"Such plump, delicious, and juicy oysters! Is one enough?" He noticed the professor's gaze. "I mean, they're very valuable for research."

"Yes, your overseas scientific expedition can start with oysters. I actually have a concern. The Oyster Islands face the mouth of the Blackwater River, and from the perspective of ocean currents, they are almost directly exposed to the scouring of the Blackwater River. If it is polluted, the oysters may also mutate. The picture I drew is from my memory back then, and it doesn't mean that they still look like this now."

"Understood." Gordon quickly made up his mind.

The first scientific expedition at sea was to take samples from the estuary to the oyster islands to check whether the pollution of the Blackwater River had entered the open sea and to find out whether the seafood was still safe and delicious.

In this way, the voyage will have a reason to be publicly declared and carried out, and it will also be able to obtain research funding!

At the same time, it can also avoid the trouble of fighting monsters or digging for treasure chests in the deep sea on the first time you go out to sea.

Gordon still has his own things to do.

Winslow sighed, a rare occurrence, and closed the nautical charts and hand-drawn reports. The table was full of content worthy of being displayed, but none of it contained what Winslow truly wanted.

"Sigh. My initial idea was to go out and find dragons."

"dragon?"

"It is said that in the early Third Age, there were many dragons in this world. Unlike the Otherworldly beings, these naturally born extraordinary species seemed to have their own intelligence, such as griffins, mermaids, and naga... but they gradually became extinct or chose to live in seclusion."

Winslow thought for a moment, then continued.

"The giant serpent in the outer sea of ​​Bharat is the closest thing to a dragon I have ever seen, but it is not a dragon, or even a living creature, but just a very large tornado? It is a pity that I have been at sea for so long and have not found a single extraordinary creature, only those crazy, violent and bloodthirsty demons."

Winslow's hand paused on the alien sketches he had personally drawn.

Each of these papers can be considered an academic achievement, but when piled together, they cannot answer his original dream.

Gordon was also struck by a strange feeling upon hearing this.

Unlike the professor, Gordon himself is dealing with a genuine, extraordinary creature—a mermaid.

She is indeed different from the Otherworldly Demons; she has her own loves and hates, and her own Whale-Slaying Overlord Fist.

"Where could these creatures have gone?"

"I have no answer for you; you'll have to find the clues yourself. If you're interested, you should write it down at the end of the log."

Winslow opened the second half of the journal, where there were still countless blank spaces. The text ended after Winslow's last voyage, and there was no more text after that.

Without dragons, mermaids, or other legendary creatures, Winslow at the time had little interest in the world beyond.

He never made his nautical log public because he felt it wasn't perfect enough.

Now, Winslow hopes Gordon can find them and document them.

"I understand." Gordon took a deep breath. "Professor, once I've finished filling in all the details of the journal, this book can be published!"

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publishing!

Even Winslow found the idea somewhat exhilarating.

He had seen four continents and four oceans, and recorded countless alien creatures, ecosystems, and terrains, but there were still some regrets.

If Gordon can finish the rest of the work, and even publish it...

Even if it wasn't completed during Winslow's lifetime, he would still be very happy.

This means that the first half of it records what Winslow recorded 20 years ago, and the second half records what Gordon saw 20 years later.

The combination of the two makes it even more worthy of being printed; he wants the world to see something like this.

"Okay, okay." Winslow nodded slowly. "Just keep writing it, until there are no blank pages left."

"Yes!" Gordon accepted the logbook earnestly.

He vowed to record everything the professor hadn't discovered, to unlock all the mysteries of the world.

The previous four books were written by the professor for him to read. This nautical logbook, on the other hand, was where Gordon recorded his observations and brought it back for Winslow to read.

Now that he has the most important nautical chart, Gordon can officially board the Hound and take everyone out to sea for a sightseeing trip.

However, before leaving, he couldn't help but ask the professor a question.

"—Sir Morgenstern, the inventor of the steam engine and president of the Royal Society, did he really receive…Source Material for this feat? If the theory is true, great inventions should resonate."

"Yes," Winslow said definitively. "The Chairman does indeed possess an exceptionally large source material, and its name is [Steam Age]."

The answer Gordon received was heavier than he had imagined.

Someone has already obtained a super-large source material.

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Inside the guest room, a nautical logbook, still incomplete, sat on a large walnut table, and an oil lamp flickered gently through the windproof glass.

Vera drank six bottles of wine and lay in bed.

Gordon sat at the table, putting aside his thoughts of distant places and heading home to plan his next move.

The sea voyage for training requires leaving Lundenim, but Linlin and Fufu in the suburbs have not yet been found out.

The only remaining task is to break down the investigation into smaller parts.

The current task is to separate light and dark areas.

In the hidden narrative, Eve's investigation, conducted through the Primal Knowledge Conference, is a clandestine channel.

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In the main storyline, Gordon is tasked with tracking down real-life people and events.

Just like he sent the details to these research workers, he sent them to Xilin and Shutiao.

Gordon should generously give trainee investigators and service demons opportunities to earn merit.

"Vera, if you wanted to perform the Noble Life Ceremony, what would you think?" Gordon began to deduce.

"I don't know, why are you asking me?"

"Quick, this is important. Imagine you're a bad guy..." Gordon needed some acting.

"No, it should be the other way around. Imagine you're a bad guy." Vera reversed Gordon's thinking.

"I'll knock the mermaid unconscious so she won't sing, then hide her in a big truck and take her to some secluded place."

"and then?"

"To find out what part of her body can be sold for money."

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