"W-wait!"
Seeing that Alvin remained unmoved and wasn't the least bit afraid of Hernandez, the old Dark Eldar noble broke out in a cold sweat. "Lord Alvin, I think we can work something out. What do you say?"
"Oh?"
Alvin raised an eyebrow, seeming genuinely interested. "What kind of arrangement?"
There was room to negotiate? Then there was hope!
A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the old noble's dull eyes. He hurriedly introduced himself. "I'm Lucien Green, head of the Green Family. Surely you've heard of us?!"
"The Green Family? Sorry, never heard of them."
Alvin's face showed a trace of annoyance. "Keep talking in circles, and I'll kill you first!"
"Wait, wait—" Lucien Green cried out in panic. "The Green Family is one of the upper-ranking noble houses in Commorragh. Our family controls a vast amount of spaceport resources. I'm sure you understand what that means, right?"
A family that controlled spaceport resources had a large fleet at its disposal. That made it incredibly important for transport and shipping routes.
Seeing Alvin's expression soften a little, Lucien Green immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then continued, "Lord Alvin, if you spare me, I'm willing to offer you a complete shipping route, along with a fully staffed fleet. Consider it an investment from me—is that acceptable?"
"An... investment?"
Alvin narrowed his eyes. A faint, difficult-to-detect note of danger crept into his voice.
"Lord Alvin..." Lucien Green lowered his voice and took a few careful steps forward. "I understand. The only reason you've made such a scene is that you want a share of the profits, right?"
"Heh."
Alvin gave him a half-smile, but didn't deny it.
"Hahaha, no one cares about this rabble at the bottom. I understand what you mean." Like a sly fox, Lucien Green gave a