Brenton knew negotiation was not his strong suit. Until now, his approach had always been to shrug off the danger and fight anyone who challenged him.
But he clearly could not beat Green. Even if he somehow killed him, he still would not get the Calamity-Rank Bone Dragon or the Marine Armor. In the end, he had to sit down and talk. It looked as though he would have to give up something today to get what he wanted.
Fortunately, Brenton adjusted quickly. He composed himself and said, "A Calamity-Rank Bone Dragon and a hundred thousand sets of Marine Armor. What would it take for me to get them? I don't have any Gold Pounds..."
Brenton came straight to the point, making no attempt to hide his shamelessness.
Green did not get angry. Instead, he considered the question seriously. "In that case... with your strength, if you worked for me, I could pay you an annual salary of twenty million Gold Pounds. At that rate, seven hundred million would mean thirty-five years. What do you think?"
Brenton froze. He had not expected Green to be willing to hire him when they had been fighting to the death only moments ago.
And the offer was tempting. "Twenty million a year? That's... a good price!"
In the end, though, he shook his head. "If I'd met you six months ago, I would've signed on the spot. Twenty million a year! Unfortunately... I can't do that now. Aidisha told me that if I want to make a fortune in this world, I have to be my own boss. Sorry."
Green did not seem to mind. "So you don't want to pay, and you don't want to work for it."
Brenton nodded. That was exactly it.
Green sighed. "If that's your attitude, we can't