The Rejuvenation Isles were clearly at wit’s end. Normally, fifty percent of anything was a shamefully unacceptable term.
Even for an heir of the sacred land, thirty percent was more than sufficient.
Rejuvenation had been backed into a corner and was looking for any solution it could.
If it didn’t, it could only wait for Tritalent to gather its forces and rob them of the islands in dispute. It was even possible that Rejuvenation’s fortunes would decline irreparably as a result.
Blood in the water tended to attract sharks.
Though Rejuvenation was reasonably wealthy now, it wouldn’t take long for it to be torn apart by rabid...