Chapter 316 Dorians and Thracians

After Roy drove Metis off the throne of the Protector of the Kingdom of Athens, he was ready to completely break up with Metis.

This is why Roy originally wanted to make Metis the patron saint of Faros City, and later gave the throne of the patron saint of Faros City to Pandora.

Now that Metis has made it clear that she does not intend to help Roy solve the problem of Procne and Philomela, Roy can only find a way to return Procne and Philomela to normal.

Royal Palace of Athens.

Roy came to the hall and saw Procne and Philomela receiving two blond people.

Seeing Roy walking in, Philomela immediately stood up from the throne and asked Roy for help.

"Brother Roy, come and help us."

Roy walked to the steps where the throne was, turned around and sat on his throne, then hugged the slender waists of Procne and Philomela with both hands, and asked Procne with a solemn face.

"You look troubled. What's the problem with these two people?"

Procne looked at the two people in the center of the hall and said.

"Brother Roy, these two blond barbarians, the one on the left is a Dorian and the one on the right is a Thracian. The purpose of their coming to Athens is to buy food."

Dorians - This is the name given by the Greeks to the nomadic people who lived on the Great Plain of Thessaly, north of Thebes.

Thracians - This is the collective name given by the Greeks to the nomadic people living in the northern part of Thessaly.

Geographically speaking, because the Greeks had always had access to the Dorians, the Dorians refer to the nomadic people in the Thessaly region.

Because the Greeks had little contact with the Thracians before they dominated the Aegean Sea, geographically speaking, the nomadic peoples living in the Thracian Great Plains, Bulgarian Great Plains, Romanian Great Plains and Macedonian Great Plains on the west coast of the Black Sea are all Greek The Thracians through human eyes.

If the Greeks could sail to the Ukrainian Great Plains and the North Caucasus Plains on the northern coast of the Black Sea, the nomads living there would also be Thracians in the eyes of the Greeks.

In Roy's view, the Dorians were an offshoot of the Thracians.

The place where the Dorians lived was called Thessaly. From the fact that the pronunciation of "Thessaly" is similar to that of "Thrace", we can also see that in the eyes of the Greeks, Dorian was also a blond and a nomadic people. The people are the same as the Thracians.

The Dorians were classified separately because the Greeks had access to them and were constantly subject to Dorian invasions.

The nomadic peoples that the Greeks had no contact with were simply referred to as barbaric Thracians by the Greeks.

The Greeks described the Dorians as savage half-man, half-horse monsters in mythology, which was undoubtedly a bloody indictment of the Dorian invasion.

Seeing that the Dorians and Thracians in the center of the hall had arrogant attitudes, as if they were wild wolves coming to the sheep, Roy said with an unhappy expression.

"Dorians! Thracians! I am Loy, King of Athens. Explain to me your identity and purpose of coming."

After hearing Roy's order, the Dorian man about 20 years old and the Thracian man about 30 years old showed dissatisfaction on their faces.

But they are not fools after all, so Dorian said to Roy first.

"Your Majesty the King of Athens! I am a descendant of the great god Heron who has foresight [Prometheus]. I came to the city of Athens to buy food for my people. Athamas in the southwest of the Great Plain of Thessaly The tribe is ruled by my father Atamas, and I am Phrixus, the prince of the Atamas tribe.”

Dorian - After Phrixus introduced himself, the Thracian followed.

"I come from the Pelos tribe in the Macedonian plains. Our leader is Pelos, the favored son of Dionysus, the god of wine. I came to the city of Athens not only to buy grain, but also to buy a large amount of wine."

After hearing the intentions of Phrixos, the envoy of the Dorians, and the envoy of the Pelos tribe, Roy teased with a joking smile.

"You Dorians and Thracians occupy the fertile plains. We, the Kingdom of Athens, have not purchased food from you yet. Why do you want to buy food from us in turn?"

Phrixos and the messenger of Pelos looked at each other, and then the messenger of Pelos said with an ugly expression.

"We are a people on horseback, so we only obtain food through grazing and hunting. You people who don't ride horses are agricultural people, and growing food is the business of you agricultural people."

"Since you can get food through grazing and hunting, why do you still buy food from farming peoples?"

Facing Roy's question, Phrixos said with an embarrassed expression.

"Our population is increasing every year, and grazing and hunting can no longer guarantee enough food, so we can only come and buy food from you."

“Athens is a fair trade city and we open our doors to everyone.”

Seeing the smiles of Phrixos and the Pelos messengers, Roy continued.

"Why did you come to the palace instead of going to the port of Piraeus to trade with those grain merchants?"

"Because those merchants don't accept our goods."

Phrixus explained.

"Our goods are horses, cattle and sheep, and the merchants are unwilling to accept these live animals, so we can only trade with the city of Athens."

"Forget about cattle and sheep, you actually want to sell horses to the city of Athens."

Roy couldn't help but said.

"You sell horses to the mountains, just like selling ships to the inland. Why should we buy a lot of horses from you? There are no large plains where thousands of troops can gallop in the mountains of central and southern Greece."

"But our main commodity is horses."

The envoy of Pelos threatened with a ferocious expression.

"If you don't accept our goods for trade, then we can only start a war and rob food from you."

"If you can get food through war, will you still ask for trade like now?"

Roy sneered.

"I know you nomads very well. Since you choose to trade with us, it means that you have judged that you have no chance of winning the war with us."

"You are right, we really don't have the confidence to conquer you."

Phrixus sighed and said.

"But if you don't sell food to us, we can only go to war with you. Even if we lose to you, we can use war to reduce the population and reduce the demand for food."

The envoy of Pelos followed.

"As long as you sell us grain, the great god of wine Dionysus will bless you and bring you true joy and happiness."

"I'm not interested in having anything to do with your gods."

Facing Phrixus's threat of war, Roy said expressionlessly.

"In order to avoid war, I will listen to how you plan to trade with us."

Philixus said happily immediately.

"Great King of Athens! Our Athamas tribe not only needs to buy grain, but also white salt, cotton, linen and other commodities. The commodities we sell to you are 100,000 catties of grain for a horse, 50,000 catties of grain for a cow, and 10,000 catties of grain for a sheep."