1549 Purchase
'…A law firm this time,' Rui heaved a sigh. 'I'm not even surprised.'
The Beggar's Sect had already infiltrated a consortium. Infiltrating a powerful law guild in the town of Hajin wasn't too much of a stretch either.
Still, it was quite a marvel how an organization of ordinary folks essentially ended up taking over powerful organizations by literally infesting its employee workforce with their fellow members.
This was a king of takeover that you simply couldn't fight back against. Rui knew that the members of the Beggar's Sect were extremely well infiltrated into humanity, not because they were elite spies or agents, but because they truly were normal people who truly were integrated into normal society.
What could a corporation even do to stop them?
There was essentially no way to detect them, and it wasn't as though a corporation could stop employed employees and workers. Yet the moment they did, it was already over. It was only a matter of time before those employees would climb up into positions of power, and before too long, the Beggar's Sect would have seized complete control over the corporation.
As a Martial Artist who had no intentions of ever creating a corporation, he didn't really care about this.
Rui followed the clerk in, heading through the well-endowed complex. Lavish gardens, fountains, and even statues were scattered across the complex. "This is rather extravagant."
The clerk smiled. " The Town of Hajin is quite extravagant, Senior Quarrier, thus, so are we. Anything that isn't extravagant draws attention due to being dissimilar to its neighbors and environment."
Rui nodded silently. He had a point.
"Please come this way, sir." The man led him through a series of corridors before arriving at a lavish office with transparent glass doors at the end of the building.
Rui glanced at the words inscribed on the glass door.
[Senior Partner
Maiun Kayla]
He opened the door, gesturing to Rui to enter. Inside the office was an elderly woman formally dressed in a feminine suit that crisply fit her slender body.
"Senior Quarrier," She smiled lightly, standing up and walking over to him as he entered. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I must say, I have heard much about you from our other branches. You have gained a reputation for leaving behind storms everywhere you go."
Rui shrugged. "I'm just doing the job, Missus Kayla."
"And I heard you do them well, have a seat." She gestured. "Would you like a drink?"
"I'm good."
"Well then, what can we do for you, Senior Quarrier?" She leaned back in her seat, smiling at Rui.
"I want information on the Kandrian Throne War," Rui replied.
Her smiled slowly disappeared as her eyes grew serious. "That's highly sensitive and high-value intelligence. Its value far exceeds even the price of the previous information package you purchased last time."
Rui was not surprised. As rich as Chairman Deacon was, not even he could hold a candle to the sheer mind-boggling wealth of the Royal Treasury of the Kandrian Empire. The seals on any sensitive strategic intelligence on the royal family were probably unshakable for any Martial Senior, and probably any Martial Master as well.
Rui shook his head. "I'm not looking for highly strategic information that can alter the course of the conflict between the royals. I'm looking for more general information on them. I actually little to nothing about them, and I have recently learned that I have reason to know more about them."
He glanced at her.
Her expression didn't so much as twitch.
'Tsk, she has too much control over her body,' Rui was hoping to see if he could root out any information from her non-verbal communication and micro-expressions, but it appeared that she had gone through similar training that he did during the diplomat training for Vilun Island.
"That's much more accessible and far lower in value," She replied. "However, you'll need to be more specific about what information you seek to purchase."
"Policy positions, political ideology, character, monetary capital, Martial capital, credibility, and reliability," Rui fired off several factors that he cared about and needed. "That shouldn't be too exaggerated in its price."
"That is indeed much more affordable," She replied. "I'll have the contract ready soon enough."
It wasn't long before the two of them signed two documents.
"The document will burn if it's not opened in a specific manner that only we know as a measure to prevent you from leaking proof of a transaction with the Beggar's Sect," She informed him. "We will send you a bill for the information commission that you may either through undertaking operations and missions or through gold, if you please."
"Do you accept Martial Credits?" Rui wondered.
"Of course we do," She replied. "The Martial Union's internal currency is reliable and weighty."
Rui nodded. "Alright then, pleasure doing business, as always."
He headed to the Martial Union's branch in the Town of Hajin.
"ID?"
"Rui Quarrier," Rui replied at the security check-in, showing the guard his newly minted Martial license.
Suddenly, it was like he had dropped a bomb.
The people around him went silent, turning towards him with scrutinizing him.
"Black hair…"
"Also, black eyes…"
"It's him…!"
"Oh…" Rui murmured as he realized what he had done.
"IT'S RUI QUARRIER!" One Martial Apprentice gaped.
"So he's the youngest Martial Senior in history!"
"Excuse me, can I please get an autograph?!"
"Wai-!" Rui tried protesting, but it was too late.
Rui was suddenly swarmed with person after person as they approached him to get a good look at the youngest national celebrity within the Martial community!
"Huh?" The crowd suddenly did a collective double take as Rui simply disappeared midair.
"Where did he go?!"
"Find him!"
Rui shook his head disapprovingly as he floated midair, using Lesser Phantomind Void to misdirect their senses entirely. "Tsk, I forgot. Normal people who aren't that deep into Martial Art don't know but…"
But he was standing in the Martial Union. Everybody in here knew who he was ever since news of the youngest Senior in history returning to the Kandrian Empire spread within the nation.
