"Nox." without any hesitation answered Antonin. "I find its ironic: the thing Kingdom always been fighting may be our answer to Sirian attempt to unite against us and dictate their will upon Gallia."
Antonin chuckled briefly, sip a bit of wine and proceeded, looking right into Emily's eyes. A few grim sparks have appeared there, almost unnoticeable for a common man. "The Bureau may ignore your Nox business within Gallia as long as shipments going outside of our house. Moreover, we may even help you with reaching borders faster and fighting Outcasts' Cardamine on the Sirian market by simply disrupting their convoys in joint operations. Corse's profit will rise, Gallic society will be stable, under the careful control of the Bureau. I think it's fair, but does it sound interesting to you? Or you'd like to go deeper into my pocket?"