"Do we need to do anything?" Yaxes asked tentatively.
"Let them occupy it. We're selling it anyway." Cho'Gath snorted, forcing an attempt to save face.
Yaxes was speechless. Why was his boss so slow on the uptake? He could only say:
"My lord, that may be true, but I suggest we head back now and sell the civilization's coordinates."
Cho'Gath looked puzzled.
"Why do we have to sell them now?"
"It won't be too late to resell the coordinates once I've absorbed all of Aker's remaining territory."
Yaxes said:
"Think about it, my lord! Those two technological civilizations were already tough nuts to crack. Now that they've joined forces, their strength has soared."
"If we wait until they've wiped out all the Demon Clan armies, lairs, and space wormholes over there..."
"Then even if other Demon Gods pay a high price for your coordinates, their armies won't be able to get through at all!"
"They won't even have a foothold to establish a space wormhole. Going there would mean certain death, and that would seriously hurt our business selling civilization coordinates!"
Cho'Gath's pupils abruptly contracted. He seemed to be starting to understand Yaxes's thinking.
Yaxes continued his anguished analysis of the commercial pros and cons:
"If the buyers can't even gain a foothold and get instantly killed by concentrated technological weapons fire the moment they show themselves, who would dare buy coordinates from us afterward?"
Cho'Gath finally understood!
Exactly. If the product's quality was defective, how could he keep doing business as an "Interstellar Trader" in the long run?
He had to hurry and sell the coordinates to those reckless sucker Demon Gods before the Blue Star Civilization finished clearing out the Kona Star System!
He would find a few short-tempered Demon Gods with more money than sense and have