The Martial Unity

"Sir," A woman walked into Chairman Deacon's office.

"What is it?" he growled. "I'm busy."

Before him was a wide array of documents that contained reports and analyses on any and all matters that pertained to the election.

The elections were right around the corner, it was just a matter of days. At this moment in time, for the first time in a long time, the Shionel Dungeon was a secondary matter. Although he certainly paid attention to the matters of his company, he was far more invested in the matters of the elections.

Fortunately, his work in that regard was going well. The countless allies that he had united and supported in the battle for dominance within the Shionel Dungeon were all aiding him in the dungeon. He had already bagged at least forty percent of all the votes for certain. These included his allies, or people who his allies had bought leveraging their capital to get them to vote for Chairman Deacon.

Given that his allies consisted of countless local merchants and corporations and many international powers, his support group was huge. Yet he wasn't overconfident, he knew that Guildmaster Bradt had a gigantic support network that he used to leverage a large proportion of the voters.

Right now he was simply looking at the ways in which he could leverage his capital to reel in more voters. This required knowing the people he was trying to reel inside out, and using his capital to appeal to their interests.

This was an extremely difficult and rigorous process, one that he had already extensively gone through, he was just looking for any and everything that could tip the scales even more towards him.

"It's important sir," She insisted. "An exploration team has reported the discovery of a new floor."

protocols around it, no need to bring this matter to my

the bottom-most floor of the Shionel Dungeon and that

drew Chairman Deacon's attention.

a document containing all the data that

we and our allies have, and put together a strong raiding expedition as soon as possible. I want us plundering this

her. "Handle it. I have my hands full with the elections, they take

"Will do, sir,"

had gathered in a facility in

one thousand high-grade Martial Squires had gathered in the facility, each prepped and

all of them

sharp pressure that

recently discovered fifty-second floor. The plan, the protocols, and the strategy remain

and protocols for each of

by now, nearly all of them were intimately familiar with how to get things done in the Shionel Dungeon. The captain was merely going through all

Deacon himself would be addressing all of us, however, the chairman is unfortunately preoccupied with more pressing matters,"

of them had missed his last name matching the last name of the chairman. The man was the son of the chairman, and a grade-ten Martial Squire as well,