The Martial Unity

Before long, the intelligence team received a full list of requirements in order of importance that needed to be scouted within a certain range of the G'ak'arkan village. The intelligence department got to work immediately, there was a lot of lands to be covered, after all.

Furthermore, they needed to take the environmental survey and recording devices with them that would allow them to measure the environmental parameters of the candidate locations for their soon-to-be settlement to occupy.

However, that alone wasn't enough. Once the choice was made, the diplomatic team would need to send the data of that location back to the Martial Union, to commissioner Derun who would then make the necessary preparations and dispatch another cruise ship with the supplies and personnel that would be necessary to make the settlement work.

"I had suspected it would be the case, but I guess that hill paralleling Vilun mountain is indeed the best choice," Rui sighed.

He was in a meeting with his diplomatic team in the conference room as they piled through all the reports and data that the intelligence team had painstakingly gathered across twenty days. They had curated and sorted all of the viable venues within range of the G'ak'arkan Tribe

"There are many merits to colonizing the G'una Hill, but there are other candidates as well, sir," Stemple remarked. "For example, the flattened crater at the center of the island seems like a good place to settle."

"No, that's a bad idea." Rui shook his head. "Haven't you memorized all the previous anthropological and environmental data the Martial Union has collected on Vilun island?"

"Uh… no?" Stemple sheepishly admitted.

course, this wasn't necessarily a fault of his. It wasn't really his business as an assistant diplomat to memorize data that was well outside his expertise and purview and did not possess any direct relevance to his job as a member of the diplomatic

was created by the clash between Martial Seniors,"

in the room jolted as they halted their work,

in diameter and nearly a hundred meters in depth

been any less shocked himself

had never seen a Martial Senior in action, but now he realized that may not have been a bad thing. If he stood too close to a

a clearer understanding of why hostilities hadn't broken out in the previous diplomatic endeavor with Senior Ceeran. If they had broken out, the G'ak'arkan Tribe would be annihilated

a battleground for some of the powerhouses to intercept enemy powerhouses before the battle takes off into the air,

was a pretty good

As Rui had predicted, choosing a hill, that too one that was closest to the G'ak'arkan Tribe was the best idea.

made, Rui sent the

It shouldn't take too long, as long as Senior Ceeran sends me the profiles of Martial Artists of the Longranger Sect as soon as

haven't had a chance to inform him of the choice of locations yet, but I will let

through the data that Rui had