At the same time, he sold ores and intermediate materials to the Federation. Not by dumping entire shiploads, but by staggering shipments, in batches and through different ports.
Every contract was written as meticulously as a Church pact.
The Federation Commerce Association loved this approach, even willing to prioritize Red Tide's goods at the docks.
Both sides knew that Red Tide was benefiting from both ends, yet both tacitly accepted it.
As long as Red Tide's routes remained clear, warehouses full, and ships could sail on schedule, even if the Empire and the Federation put up a front, they would discreetly send gold coins to his accounts at night.
He didn't need to choose a side between their banners, just watch from the sidelines.
"Let them fight." Louis thought to himself, "The day they officially start is the day Red Tide moves south."
