Chapter 317 We'll Get Married when the War Is Over

Loy was not angry when he heard the prices of horses, cattle and sheep stated by Phrixus.

Because Phrixus's sky-high asking price was obviously preparation for bargaining.

Unfortunately, Roy had no interest in bargaining, so Roy directly stated the price he set.

"Phrixus! If you really want to trade with us, I can buy it for the price of one thousand catties of grain for a horse, two thousand catties of grain for a cow, and two hundred catties of grain for a sheep. I don't have time to talk to you. Bargain, if you can't accept my price, then leave my palace immediately."

"A horse has a thousand pounds of grain—"

Pelos' messenger said with his eyes widened angrily.

"You farming people really don't understand the value of horses? Although I can't accept that the price of a cow is only two thousand kilograms of grain, but what I can't accept even more is that you actually think that the price of a cow is twice that of a horse."

"As I said, I know you nomads very well."

Roy said with a sneer.

"For you nomads, horses are as important strategic weapons as weapons and armor. Only with horses can you conquer the vast plains. But in areas with more mountains and less plains, horses are indeed not as valuable as cattle, because Oxen can not only pull carts, but also plow the fields.”

Phrixus said with a dissatisfied expression.

"Since cattle can plow the land for you, then you said that the price of cattle is only two thousand kilograms of grain. Is this price too low?"

"I'm not forcing you to trade with me. If you can't accept it, then leave my palace."

Phrixus and Pelos's envoy looked at each other, and then said to Roy.

"We are willing to trade with your Kingdom of Athens at the price of 10,000 jins of grain for a horse, 20,000 jins of grain for a cow, and 2,000 jins of grain for a sheep."

Seeing Phrixos actually starting to bargain with him, Roy said with an angry expression.

"Phrixus, do you think I lowered the price because I want to bargain with you? If you want to trade with the Kingdom of Athens, you have to accept my pricing. If you can't accept it, then stop talking nonsense and leave me immediately ’s palace.”

Phrixus said with an ugly expression.

"King of Athens, do you know how exorbitant your pricing is? Our Atamas tribe is a large tribe with a population of tens of thousands. If we buy three million kilograms of grain to survive the winter according to your pricing, we will sell it to you. Let alone three thousand horses, fifteen hundred cattle, and fifteen thousand sheep. Even if we can, what will we do next winter?"

Of course Roy knew that his prices for horses, cattle and sheep were unreasonable.

Even two thousand years from now, the price of a horse will not be less than five thousand kilograms of grain.

But if Roy trades with the Dorians and Thracians at normal prices, he will be helping his enemies to grow.

"Phrixus! If you think my price is too high, then you Dorians and Thracians will burn the grasslands in autumn and turn the grasslands into fertile fields. You will grow food to be self-sufficient, and naturally you will not need to ask for help. We buy food.”

"Why should we become a farming nation?"

Pelos' messenger said with a sneer.

"When the wolves on the grassland are hungry, they will not eat grass like sheep. They will only hunt sheep to fill their stomachs. The relationship between us nomads and your farming people is like wolves and sheep. You sell food to us. It’s a good thing for both of us. If you don’t sell us food, we will be hungry and unable to survive, and we will have no choice but to wage war against your Kingdom of Athens.”

"If I was afraid that you would start a war, would I still let you accept my price?"

Roy said without fear.

"Don't just threaten and intimidate me, you can go back and prepare for war now."

After the envoys of Phrixus and Pelos turned around and left, Procne said worriedly.

"Brother Roy, why did you deliberately let the Dorians and Thracians launch a war against us? These barbarians on horseback are like centaur and half-horse monsters. We can't defeat them at all. When When we have fewer soldiers than they do, they will slaughter our soldiers mercilessly. When we have more soldiers than they do, they will rely on the speed of their horses to avoid direct combat with us and use sneak attacks to tire us out. During the four hundred years that our ancestors were in contact with these nomadic peoples, they always suffered losses and were eventually driven from the fertile plains to the mountains.”

"Procne, do you think I can't defeat these nomads?"

Seeing Procne shake her head, Roy said confidently.

"You are right to believe me. Defeating the Dorians and Thracians is a very simple matter for me. These nomadic people occupy the fertile plains, but they are not engaged in production. They only want to plunder from our farming people. Food. Even if the Dorians and Thracians do not wage war against us, I will destroy them and turn the Great Plains of Thessaly and Macedonia into our granaries so that our Kingdom of Athens no longer needs to buy from other places. food."

The Thessaly region ruled by the Dorians covered an area of ​​14,000 square kilometers.

The Macedonian region ruled by the Pelos tribe covers an area of ​​20,000 square kilometers.

Although these two areas have 30,000 square kilometers of fertile plains, there are only about 100,000 nomads living here.

As long as these two regions are incorporated into the territory of the Kingdom of Athens, the Kingdom of Athens will not only be self-sufficient in food, but may also have enough food to export.

Philomela said with reluctance.

"Brother Roy, you just came back from Egypt, and now you have to go to war with the Dorians and Thracians. We have less and less time together."

"I don't want to be separated from you either."

Roy said helplessly.

"But if I don't go to war with these enemies, these enemies will continue to grow and eventually wage war against us. As long as I eliminate all the enemies around us, we can be together happily forever."

Thinking of the future scene of living with Procne and Philomela, Roy immediately came up with a good idea.

"Procne! Philomela! While I am at war with the Dorians and Thracians, you gather craftsmen to build a temple of Metis and cover the statue of Metis! When the war is over, I will marry you when I return to Athens."

Procne said happily immediately.

"Brother Roy, are you going to marry us in the new Temple of Metis?"

Roy said with a wicked sneer.

"Not only will I marry you in the new Temple of Metis, but I will also use the new Temple of Metis as our wedding room. In other words, you will become my wife in the presence of Metis."

"We will become Brother Roy's wife in front of the goddess Metis--"

Procne trembled in fear, and Philomela couldn't help but say.

"Brother Roy, this is no longer a blasphemy against the goddess Metis, but a humiliation to the goddess Metis."