I was a priest in the city-state era

Chapter 317 We will get married when the war is over

Roy was not angry when he heard the price of horses, cattle and sheep mentioned by Frixus.

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

It's a pity that Roy has no interest in bargaining, so Roy directly stated the price he set.

"Frixos! If you really want to trade with us, I can buy it at 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 you will leave my palace immediately."

"One thousand catties of grain for one horse—"

The messenger of Pelos said with his eyes wide open angrily.

"You farming peoples, don't you really understand the value of horses? Although I can't accept that the price of a cow is only two thousand catties of grain, what's even more unacceptable is that you 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 a strategic weapon as weapons and armor. With horses, you can conquer the vast plains. But in areas with many mountains and little plains, the value of horses is indeed inferior to that of cattle, because Cattle can not only pull carts, but also plow the land.”

Frixos 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 catties of grain. Is this price too low?"

"I didn't force you to trade with me. If you can't accept it, then leave my palace."

Frixos and Pelos' messenger exchanged glances, and then said to Roy.

"We are willing to trade with your Kingdom of Athens at the price of [-] catties of grain for a horse, [-] catties of grain for a cow, and [-] catties of grain for a sheep."

Seeing that Frixos started bargaining with him, Roy said with an angry expression.

"Frixos, do you think I lowered the price to bargain with you? If you want to trade with the Kingdom of Athens, you can only accept my price. If you can't accept it, then don't talk nonsense and leave me immediately palace."

Phryxos said with an ugly face.

"King of Athens, do you know how excessive your pricing is? Our Atamas tribe is a large tribe with tens of thousands of people. If we buy 300 million catties of grain according to your pricing to survive the winter, we will sell you three Thousands of horses, fifteen hundred cattle, and fifteen thousand sheep. Don’t say we can’t produce so many horses, cattle and 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 after 2000, the price of a horse will not be lower than five thousand catties of grain.

But if Roy trades with the Dorians and Thracians at normal prices, it is tantamount to helping his enemies grow stronger.

"Frixos! If you think my price is too high, then you Dorians and Thracians will burn the grasslands in the autumn, and then turn the grasslands into good fields. You grow food for self-sufficiency, so naturally you don't need to ask We buy food."

"Why should we become a farming nation?"

The messenger of Pelos said with a sneer.

"When wolves on the grassland are hungry, wolves will not eat grass like sheep, but will only hunt sheep to fill their stomachs. The relationship between us nomads and your farming peoples is like that of wolves and sheep. You sell us food, It’s a good thing for both of us. If you don’t sell us food, we won’t be able to live without hunger, and we can only hunt sheep like wolves and start a war against your Kingdom of Athens.”

"If I am afraid that you will start a war, will you still 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 Frixos and Pelos turned and left, Procne said worriedly.

"Brother Roy, why did you deliberately let the Dorians and Thracians wage war on us? These barbarians on horseback are like half-man, half-horse monsters. We can't defeat them at all. When our soldiers are fewer than them, they will slaughter our soldiers mercilessly. When we have more soldiers than them, they will rely on the speed of their horses to avoid confrontation with us, and use sneak attacks to tire us out. During the 400 years that our ancestors had been in contact with these nomads, they were always at a disadvantage and were eventually driven from the fertile plains to the mountains by these nomads."

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

Seeing Procne shook his head, Roy said confidently.

"Just believe me. It was very easy for me to defeat the Dorians and Thracians. These nomads occupy the fertile plains, but they don't do anything productive. They just want to plunder from us farming peoples. 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 granary, so that our Kingdom of Athens no longer needs to buy from other places food."

The area of ​​Thessaly, ruled by the Dorians, was [-] square kilometers.

The Macedonian region ruled by the Pelos tribe covers an area of ​​[-] square kilometers.

Although these two areas have 10 square kilometers of fertile plains, there are only about [-] nomads living here.

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

Philomela said with a face full of reluctance.

"Brother Roy, you just came back from Egypt, and now you're going to fight the Dorians and Thracians again. We spend 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 stronger and eventually wage war on us. As long as I wipe out all the enemies around, we can be happy together forever."

Thinking of the future picture of living with Procne and Philomela, Roy immediately thought of a good idea.

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

Procne immediately said happily.

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

Roy said with a wicked sneer.

"I will not only marry you in the new Metis Temple, but also use the new Metis Temple as our wedding room. That is to say, you will become my wives under the witness of Metis."

"We became brother Roy's wife in front of Goddess Metis—"

Procne's frightened body trembled, and Philomela couldn't help but said.

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

(End of this chapter)