Chapter 16 Bewitched (Part 2)
"You don't think I will risk my family's honor being tarnished, and become a pirate with you, do you?"
"of course not."
Samwell shook his head with a smile, with a harmless expression on his face.
"Of course only a desperate person like me will take this kind of risk. You just need to invest. Even if things are revealed in the future, it will not involve you."
"invest?"
"Not bad." Samwell took a sip of wine and said leisurely, "The Tyrell family has already invested in two hundred elite soldiers, and the Redwyne family on Qingting Island is about to invest in a group of warships and sailors. Great returns. Then, respected Lord Viscount, do you want to participate in this investment? You know, the two most powerful families in the Reach have already made bets, and such opportunities do not come often. "
Viscount Martin was thoughtful, but still asked cautiously:
"what do you want from me?"
"Artisans." Samwell said succinctly, "I already have an army and warships, and now I urgently need a group of artisans to help me build my territory and docks, so I hope you can send artisans from Highland City to develop with me. I I can promise you that you will definitely get ten times or even a hundred times in return in the future!"
Viscount Martin thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"Okay, I will send ten craftsmen to accompany you..."
"Ten?" Samwell interrupted unceremoniously, "Master Viscount, I risked my reputation to tell the truth, but I didn't expect you to treat me like a beggar."
Viscount Martin held back his anger: "How many people do you want?"
"all."
"all?"
"Yes, I want all the craftsmen in Highland City!" Samwell waved his hand proudly, "Let these craftsmen to me for one year, and after one year, I will pay you ten times the rent."
"It's impossible!" Viscount Martin immediately refused, "What if you fail to open up? Who am I going to ask for money? I might even pay all the craftsmen. Do you think I'm crazy to agree to your request? "
"Failure? Lord Viscount, do you really think this pioneering operation will fail?"
"Any action may fail, let alone go to the Crimson Mountains to open up."
Samwell laughed loudly and said:
"Master Viscount, it seems that you haven't understood the true meaning of this development. Do you think the Tyrell family has spent so much effort just to rob a few Dornish merchant ships?"
Viscount Martin asked patiently:
"Oh? Does the Tyrell family have other plans?"
"Of course. Riverbend and Dorne have a thousand-year feud, and the eldest son of the Duke, Vilas Tyrell, has just been broken by Prince Oberon. How could the Tyrell family not look for opportunities to take revenge on Dorne? "
"Revenge on Dorne?" Viscount Martin looked suspicious, "Dorne is not so easy to invade."
"You are right, Dorne is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack. But Daeron I also conquered Dorne, and it was without the help of a dragon. Although he attributed all the credit for that conquest war to himself , but anyone with a discerning eye knows that the real key to victory lies in the fact that Earl Alyn Velaryon led the fleet to capture Slab Town, control the Greenblood River, and cut off the connection between the major territories of Dorne.
You should know that this time my pioneering place was personally selected by Mrs. Olenna. It is near the mouth of the Turbulent River. This location is very similar to the Slatten Town on the Green Blood River!
As long as the mouth of the Turbulent River is controlled, the three important territories in the west of Dorne will become the purse of the river bend!
You said that the Tyrell family would easily fail such an important pioneering trip? "
Viscount Martin fell into deep thought when he heard the words.
Seeing this, Samwell immediately stepped up and said:
"As long as the Tyrell family is determined, I really can't imagine how this pioneering effort will fail. Could those wildlings in the Crimson Mountains be the opponents of the Tyrell family's elite soldiers? Or do you think the Dornish people will see that the river Wan's ambition, take the initiative to attack, and destroy this development?"
The savages in a mess are naturally not to be feared. As for the Dornish people, if they take the initiative to attack and start a war, maybe the Duke of Mace will wake up laughing from his sleep.
Because Dorne is completely inferior to Hewan in terms of population, resources, and army. The reason why they have been able to fight each other for so many years is mainly due to the protection of the scarlet mountain range and the special climate environment of the desert. If you are really stupid enough to give up your geographical advantage and take the initiative to attack, you will definitely be beaten to pieces by the Hewan army.
In addition, the biggest obstacle to establishing a new territory in the Crimson Mountains - the source of finance, has been solved by the bold pioneer knight in front of him at the expense of his reputation and future. After thinking about it, Viscount Martin felt that there was really no possibility of failure.
But Viscount Martin still hesitated to devote all the craftsmen of the family to help it develop.
Seeing this, Samwell stopped persuading him, put the wine glass on the table, and said:
"Master Viscount, please think about it again. I will rest in Highland City for a few days and buy a lot of supplies and food to prepare for the mountain. If you are willing to invest, you can send someone to find me at any time."
After saying this, Samwell turned around and walked out of the room.
…
On the third day of staying in Highland City, Samwell still did not wait for Viscount Martin's reply.
It seems that the lord is indeed extremely cautious, and is not easily confused by his rhetoric.
However, Samwell waited for Miss Margery's reply.
In the letter, Margaret criticized Samwell's profligate behavior as usual, and at the same time urged him to speed up the march. Moreover, this young lady learned her lesson this time, and set the rules with Samwell in the letter. From now on In the future, she will only give one hundred golden dragons as development funds every month. If she wants more, Samwell must show performance—
Such as the progress of the construction of the new territory, the increase of the population and so on.
It has to be said that this time Margaery learned to be smart, and avoided Samwell's wanton extortion.
Samwell was not too surprised by this, and the Tyrell family was not really stupid, and would be willing to be their "cash machine".
However, this kind of skillful "controlling technique" should not have been thought up by the immature girl herself, but probably inspired by the "Queen of Thorns".
Samwell was not disappointed. Anyway, he had already made a lot of money from the Tyrell family, and he used this to prop up a big banner, enough to fool other investors.
Development, in fact, is no different from starting a business. Of course, investors' money is used.
It is this highland city lord who seems to be not easy to fool.
Samwell decided to wait for the last day. If Viscount Martin didn't respond tomorrow, he would set off to find a new big wronged species, oh no, investors.
…
On the other side, Viscount Martin, who is "not easy to fool", found the messenger from High Court in private and asked:
"Who wrote that letter you brought to Samwell?"
The messenger bowed and said neither humble nor humble:
"Sorry, Lord Viscount, I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to disclose this to you."
However, when Viscount Martin stuffed a golden dragon into the messenger's hand, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face:
"It's a letter written by the duke's daughter, Miss Margaret, and it also comes with three hundred golden dragons."
"Really?" Viscount Martin thought thoughtfully, "Is there anything else? I also saw that you found Todd Flower."
"That's a message from Mrs. Olenna to Knight Todd..." Having said this, the messenger hesitated again.
But as Viscount Martin took out a golden dragon again, the upright messenger immediately added:
"Ms. Olenna asked Knight Todd to obey Lord Caesar's arrangements."
When Viscount Martin heard the words, his face changed slightly, and he stood there for a long time without moving.
(end of this chapter)