Yuel turned to look at Vincent and Jasper.
"It's not that I can't give you any," he said lazily. "But Nix already said he'd trade equipment for mine. What are you two offering in exchange?"
If they wanted his flowers, that was fine. They just had to pay for them.
Jasper spoke first. "Anything the Hunter Alliance has—if you've got your eye on it, it's yours."
Yuel nodded, then shifted his gaze to Vincent.
"Your Highness?"
Vincent let out a quiet sigh. "Go on. What do you want?"
He already knew—if he wanted to pluck something from Yuel, he'd have to bleed a little himself.
Yuel had been waiting for exactly that sentence.
"My people said your men recently finished developing a barren planet beyond the frontier. I hear the environment is perfect for use as a training ground. Split half of it with me."
Vincent's expression darkened.
That wasteland had taken two full years of manpower and resources to stabilize and convert. And Yuel wanted half with a single sentence?
