The Martial Unity

For the first time in a long time, Rui felt depressed. He heaved a sigh, heading home. There wasn't much that he could do, considering that he had made contact with all seven factions and directly contacted six of the seven candidates for the throne.

He wasn't sure what there was left to do. At this point, he could only hope to grow stronger so that by the time the Kandrian Emperor died and the cold war immediately heated into an active one, he would have the power to protect his family.

A war was incoming, and if he couldn't stop it or find a favorable side to take, then he best ensured that he grew strong enough to protect his family.

However, there were some things that he needed to take care of before he could do that.

'The annual fiscal meeting will start soon,' Rui realized. It had been a year since it occurred last time, shortly after he returned to the Kandrian Empire before he made his choice to plant seeds of his Martial Sect.

of the Fiscal Committee would be raised, and hopefully, Rui could get enough support. Once he was done with that, he could raise the motion to secure a budget for the dissemination

could pretty much

in the meeting,' Rui realized. The way the meeting worked was a little strange and different from what Rui

many rounds until it covered all major allocations. After that, the various research and development departments could choose how to spend the budget

wasn't worth their time. Perhaps they had enough self-awareness and cognizance to realize that their presence would skew things

pain. But he

the meantime, it was time to continue through with his

gross mess of the Kandrian Throne War. He was really

felt the need to even acknowledge their existence in the information that they had prepared for Rui. It meant that there was no point in even talking to them. Rui did not live in a fantasy world; he was a pragmatic man for