I was a priest in the city-state era

Chapter 316 Dorians and Thracians

After Roy drove Metis off the throne of the Guardian God of the Kingdom of Athens, he was ready to tear himself apart from Metis.

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

Now Metis expresses her attitude and does not intend to help Roy solve the problems of Procne and Philomela. Roy can only find a way to restore Procne and Philomela to normal.

The Royal Palace of Athens.

When Roy came to the hall, he saw Procne and Philomela receiving two blondes.

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 own throne, then hugged the slender waists of Procne and Philomela with both hands, and asked Procne with a dignified face.

"You look troubled, what's wrong with these two?"

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

"Brother Loy, these two blond and blue-eyed 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 the Greeks gave to the nomadic peoples who lived on the great plain of Thessaly in the north of the Thebes region.

Thracians - This is the general name of the Greeks for the nomadic peoples living in the northern part of the Thessaly region.

Geographically, since the Greeks have always had access to the Dorians, the Dorians refer to the nomadic peoples of the Thessaly region.

Because the Greeks had little contact with the Thracians before dominating the Aegean Sea, geographically speaking, the nomadic peoples living in the Thrace Plains, the Bulgarian Plains, the Romanian Plains and the Macedonian Plains on the west coast of the Black Sea were all Greeks. Thracians in the eyes of men.

If the Greeks could sail to the Great Ukrainian Plain and the North Caucasus Plain on the northern shore of the Black Sea, the nomadic people living there would also be Thracians in the eyes of the Greeks.

In Roy's view, the Dorians were a branch of the Thracians.

The place where the Dorians live is called Thessaly. From the similar pronunciation of "Thessaly" to "Thrace", it can also be seen that in the eyes of the Greeks, Dorian, who is also blond and nomadic Man and Thracian are the same.

Because the Greeks were able to contact the Dorians and have been invaded by the Dorians, the Dorians were classified separately.

The nomads that the Greeks could not touch were collectively called the barbaric Thracians by the Greeks.

The Greeks described the Dorians as half-human, half-horse savage monsters in mythology, which is undoubtedly a bloody and tearful indictment of the Dorian invasion.

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

"Dorians! Thracians! I am Roy, King of Athens, explain to me your identity and purpose."

Hearing Roy's order, the Dorian man about 20 years old and the Thracian man about 30 years old both showed dissatisfied expressions on their faces.

But they were not fools after all, so Dorian spoke to Roy first.

"Your Majesty the King of Athens! I am a descendant of the great god Hieron who has the foresight [Prometheus]. I came to Athens to buy food for my group. Atamas in the southwest of the Great Plains of Thessaly The tribe is ruled by my father Atamas, and I am Phryxos, prince of the tribe of Atamas."

After Dorian—Frixos introduced his identity, the Thracian followed suit.

"I come from the tribe of Pelos on the Macedonian Plain. Our leader is Pelos, the beloved son of Dionysus, the god of wine. I came to Athens not only to buy food, but also to buy a lot of wine."

After hearing the intentions of the Dorian envoy Phryxos and the envoys of the Pelos tribe, Roy joked with a playful smile.

"You Dorians and Thracians occupy the fertile plains. Our Kingdom of Athens hasn't bought food from you yet. Why do you want to buy food from us instead?"

Frixos and the Pelos messenger glanced at each other, and then the Pelos messenger said with an ugly face.

"We are a nation on horseback, so we only get food through grazing and hunting. You people who don't ride horses are farming peoples, and growing food is the business of your farming peoples."

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

Facing Roy's questioning, Frixus said with a embarrassed face.

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

"The city of Athens is a city of fair trade business and we will open our doors to everyone."

Seeing the smiles of Frixus and Pelos envoys, 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."

Frixos explained.

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

"It's fine with cattle and sheep, but you still 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 do we buy a lot of horses from you? The mountains in south-central Greece don't have a great plain where thousands of troops can gallop."

"But our main commodity is horses."

The Pelos messenger threatened with a ferocious expression.

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

"If you could fight for food, would you still demand trade like you are doing now?"

Roy said with a sneer.

"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 a war with us."

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

Phryxos said with a sigh.

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

The Pelos messenger followed suit.

"As long as you sell us the food, the great Dionysus, the god of wine, will definitely bless you and let you get real joy and happiness."

"I'm not interested in getting involved with your gods."

Facing the threat of war from Frixus, Roy said expressionlessly.

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

Frixos immediately said happily.

"Great King of Athens! Our Atamas tribe not only needs to buy food, but also buys white salt, cotton cloth, linen and other commodities. The commodities we sell to you are [-] catties of grain for a horse, and [-] catties for a cow Grain, [-] catties of grain per sheep."

(End of this chapter)