The Martial Unity

"That took ridiculously long!" Kane complained.

Three hours had passed since they went in for a transit registration, and they were finally out after an extensive registration process.

"True," Rui huffed, massaging his head. The process had been as tedious and lengthy as the sheer amount of processing one went through when traveling internationally by flight back on Earth. He did not expect the immigration process would be so tedious in a relatively more primitive world where the concept or the equivalent of passports and visas did not even exist.

The international immigration policy of nations on the Panama Continent was more primitive and relied on basic government-issued identification proof, and was closer to how things worked in the nineteenth century of Earth.

"Yet they were so meticulous and rigorous," Rui sighed. "It must be due to the astronomical influx of migrants since the discovery of the Shionel Dungeon. I highly doubt that their system has always been this sophisticated. They probably needed to step up the security in their processing for national security, they cannot allow such a large number of migrants to enter without any security measures. However, that is only more relieving to me."

"Why so?" Kane turned to him.

"Their interrogation room and identity check-ups were conducted in a separate room walled with the same kind of energy-jamming esoteric substances that prevent espionage and spying," Rui explained. "They have to, with the sheer concentration of Martial Squires in that facility. It's the same thing that the Hajin branch of the Martial Union uses for important matters. That gives me an even greater assurance that our data will not be leaked."

"Makes sense," Kane nodded, before scanning his environment. "So we're here huh? The Shionel Confederation."

The two of them took a good first look at the port town of Kanour of the Shionel Confederation as they stepped out of the transit port facility.

visage they captured could only be summed in a

"Chaos…"

airport. A majority of them were people entering or exiting the nation, while the remaining people consisted of

need a rickshaw? Come this way!" One man suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere as he began bombarding them with offers and praising self-proclamations about his rickshaw services, among other things in the international dialect. If one closed their eyes and took the words at face value,

reached out to them. "Sir come this

I know

several rickshaw men began

cold as he exposed a

as they

be better to unveil my power to drive away

chuckled. "Where do you want to actually

Adventurer Guild's

like a

already memorized detailed maps of the Shionel Confederation and stored them in his Mind Palace, he did not want to handle cumbersome maps once he entered the nation. He quickly waded past the chaotic crowd, straightforwardly heading in the direction of the Adventurer Guild situated in the town of Kanour. Every town

workload that would come with being the bureaucracy that was responsible for managing matters surrounding the

think of it, doesn't that mean you know the entire layout of the entire