The Martial Unity

Soon enough, the Floating Sect delivered. His fake license went by the name Frenklun, and that was also the name of the coachman that was scheduled to deliver a shipment.

Rui had already memorized a map of the entire city, so he had already planned out at what points he was going to intercept the carriage.

It was a remote street where there were hardly any people. He had also made preparations with the Floating Sect on what to do with the real Frenklun.

Soon enough, it was showtime.

Rui had long descended from Ajanta Island as he made his way to the Graheria Kingdom through the tedious route yet again.

He positioned himself at the interception point well ahead of time, waiting.

And soon enough, the time came. A carriage turned into the remote small alley street, being pulled by two horses.

Rui appeared in front of the carriage, stumbling, before collapsing to the ground. Frenklun hurriedly stopped the horses before opening the door to his carriage.

TAP

Rui gently bopped his hand against the man’s neck. Yet even that little effort shook his brain enough to cause enough blunt force trauma to the brain, knocking him out in the process.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm (‘Sorry about this, but I’ll need you to go to sleep,’) Rui felt guilt once he drugged the man. Soon enough, a Martial Apprentice arrived.

“Guardian Falken,”

“Take over,” Rui nodded as he handed him the man. “Make sure you don’t hurt him.”

Rui felt guilty about hurting innocent people who didn’t consent to being hurt in an implicit fashion.

He had far fewer qualms about doing the same against Martial Artists, the second they chose to stand and fight when they could lose their life, being fully aware of that, then Rui didn’t feel guilty.

But hurting innocent random civilians was not something that he enjoyed doing. He quickly put such thoughts out of his head for the time being before he got into the carriage and started the horses moving once more.

Although he had never once driven horses pulling a carriage, he had memorized all the actions that coachmen did when they drove the horses to do various actions. He was glad that he wasn’t experiencing any difficulties with that part, that would be quite embarrassing.

Rui scanned the storage carriage as he drove it, looking to gain a good understanding of what was there.

(‘Esoteric mineral and organic supplies,’) Rui mused.

He recognized several popular esoteric substances and compounds that were ubiquitous in many industries for very basic and fundamental technologies.

His knowledge base from getting a journeyman scholar degree in general sciences meant that he gained a decent foundation on more commonly used esoteric substances.

Soon enough, he had arrived.

The guards walked up to him. “Papers.”

Rui handed over several sheets, which they thoroughly checked through and even verified were legit.

“License.”

Rui fished out his fake license handing it to them nonchalantly, a minute later, he got both of them back.

“Open the doors,”

The two of them spent some time running their senses through the luggage and the goods.

It was a minute before they were done and the gates were finally opened.

“Go right ahead,”

Rui heaved a sigh of relief as he giddied the horses, setting them forward on a trot. He immediately blasted off his Riemannian Echo the deeper he got into the establishment. He knew that the storage docking section was deep enough into the establishment and compound that he would be within the range of things that he ordinarily wouldn’t get to be within the range. The military base was so large even with his range he only got to see a small part of the whole complex.

That was why he had entered recording mode as he recorded every frame that his mind took before inputting it into his Mind Palace. He didn’t have time to consciously review what every person was saying in real time otherwise he would miss out on some data that he was too preoccupied to think about.

“Record first, think later,” Rui’s eyes sharpened as he sucked in information like a black hole.

His mind became a computer as it systematically sucked in information about his environment. The infrastructure, the technology, and more importantly the words being exchanged by people.

Thankfully, because the military base was so big, it took quite some time for him to reach his destination. And throughout every inch of that journey, he had absorbed it all. As he reached the destination, his senses came across something interesting.

A gigantic testing facility that went deep underground. It was almost outside the sensory range of the Riemannian Echo technique. It was the one and only such underground structure that he had come across thus far.

Naturally, it drew his attention even if he did document all the information on everything. After all, why was such a place built if the entire military base as a whole was highly inaccessible and had great measures in place?

That was why he continued paying attention to it even when he reached his destination.

There were people within the underground facility, however, they were far scarcer than the people in the other buildings, sections, and infrastructure.

Based on their attire, Rui surmised that they were either extremely important military officials or scholars of sorts, based on the lab coat attire that many of them had on.

“Open the back!”

Rui was jolted back as he immediately complied with them. Much to his dismay, the men began removing and storing all the supply shipments in the storage facility at a quick pace. It wasn’t even ten minutes before all the supply shipments were quickly stored in the storage facility.

“Tsk,” Rui tutted. (‘This is too quick. I need more time.’)

He quickly thought of several possibilities. The first was to simply knock them out and wait.

(‘No,’) He shook his head.

Surveillance was not low and he would be caught quickly, he needed some other way.