Chapter 1801 Time

Chapter 1801 Time

This demand was actually the greatest reason that Rui was eager to speak to Guildmaster Bradt. Rui knew that the man's powerful distribution network undoubtedly exposed him to information and intelligence that perhaps no organization other than the greatest of intelligence organizations, such as the Beggar's Sect and the Shadow Guild, possessed.

However, Rui also knew that he couldn't simply come forth and ask about the Divine Doctor the moment they met.

Guildmaster Bradt was very intelligent.

The man would instantly realize what Rui's intentions were and would immediately question whether Rui was even sincere about ascending the throne. That was why Rui decided to generalize his request to the human sages of humanity in general.

This way, he would get what he wanted without giving himself away. It was very understand able that a candidate for Emperor would be interested in getting his hands on the human sages of humanity.

Each of them had reached a supernatural mastery and expertise in their field. The Scrier was the world's greatest archaeologist, historian, and anthropologist who dedicated herself to uncovering the truth of mysteries of ancient history and the truth of the Empty Ages. Her understanding of history and insights into the world were extremely important for the ramifications it had on the future.

The Marine was a marine biologist and an oceanologist with an extraordinary understanding of the Great Nam Ocean, far surpassing the rest of human civilization. Just having an extremely accurate, precise, and clear understanding of what lurked in the Great Nam Ocean could be revolutionary for maritime and seafaring, eliminating losses and making enormous gains.

The Divine Doctor's knowledge could revolutionize medicine, elevating the Kandrian Empire's medical sector and industry to the pinnacle of human civilization, something that would not only support all of its citizens immensely but become a huge economic sector of the nation.

The Psycher was a world-renowned psychologist who had become one of the most wanted criminals in human civilization for being responsible for the deaths of one hundred million human beings in his quest to understand the human brain and the human mind with endless experimentation.

His macabre endeavors allowed him to gain extraordinary understanding in those fields, allowing him to gain the power to manipulate the human mind and brain however he wanted, like it was a simple machine.

"Huff..." Rui heaved a tired sigh as he sank into his chair after the two departed. "This is more tiring than training ever was."

"Mostly because you don't want to do it," Master Ceeran smirked. "You love training, instead."

"True," Rui admitted. "What's next on my itinerary?"

"An appointment with Chairwoman Cathy Maveil," His secretary remarked.

"...Right," Rui groaned, heaving a tired sigh.

This was going to be his daily routine until he achieved a seventy-five percent support rate among high-ranking government officials.

It was extraordinarily painful, considering that he only had two high-ranking government officials bagged at the moment. There was still another seventy-four to go. Given that he dedicated only half his day to politics, spending the first half on training the Angel of Laplace, it meant that he needed to work quickly.

Thankfully, once his new routine settled in, he began working faster, smoother, and more efficiently over the coming days, weeks, and even months.

His impatience caused him to get work done as quickly as possible so that he could go to bed and wake up the next morning refreshed for a long session of Martial Art training. And even then, he abused potions to their absolute limit to make as much time as possible.

Despite delegating as much as he could, he still needed to spend at least half the day talking to important individuals and reeling them over to his side. He also needed to butter up high-ranking government officials and make truly extraordinary offers to get them to take him seriously under consideration.

All of this took time, so much so that nine months passed in the blink of an eye.