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.

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," Rui

many assistants in the room jolted as they halted their work, turning to

nearly two kilometers in diameter and nearly a hundred meters in depth at the

been any less shocked himself when he

a bad thing. If he

out in the previous diplomatic

avoid that spot because it served as a battleground for some of the powerhouses to intercept

good reason to avoid that

to the G'ak'arkan Tribe was the best idea. The elevation

had been made, Rui

She told him when he called and informed her of their choice. "I'll start making preparations immediately. It shouldn't take too long, as long as Senior Ceeran sends me the profiles of Martial Artists of the Longranger Sect as soon

of the choice of

She nodded as she read through the data that Rui had sent