Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 193 Marriage and Trade
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Koolen was stunned, and an idea emerged in his blank mind.

You have broken into my castle.

Any closer and you’ll be just short of breaking into this prince’s bedroom.

What a coincidence! ?
After a brainstorm, Keolun finally came back to his senses.

Aemon looked down at the man with curiosity.

He has black hair and black eyes, yellowish-white skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a shrewd look between his eyebrows.

She was dressed very luxuriously, in a bright yellow robe, with gold and gemstone ornaments around her neck and hands, and a sachet hanging around her waist.

You can tell at first glance that he is a sophisticated man.

The current Prince of Dorne, Keoren Martell.

"Roar!……"

Womisol's vertical pupils were cold and ruthless as he locked onto the tiny human insect, his mouth slightly opened and his throat rolled.

Koolen only felt a gust of hot sulfur-smelling wind blowing towards him, and at first glance he saw the exploding dragon flame accumulating deep in the dragon's throat.

"No!"

Ke'olun was shocked and stepped back: "Your Excellency the Regent, we can talk."

Dragon flame is not that delicious.

"Calm down, Vermithor."

Aemon was generous enough to let him go.

Womisol closed his dragon's mouth, turned his head to glance at the green-leafed front yard, and his copper-colored vertical pupils flashed with ferocity.

Countless Dornish soldiers in yellow armor poured into Sunspear City, spreading out into small groups and circling the walls, corridors, and fake stones of the forecourt.

Some held spears and scimitars, while others held longbows and crossbows.

He looked at the dragon with fear and did not dare to take action.

"My prince, is this the Dornish way of hospitality?"

Aemon smiled.

"Prince, are you a guest?"

Keolun's legs were shaking, but his mind told him to stay alert and not lose face.

"I'm your guest, are you welcome?"

Aemon asked back.

"please!"

Koolen knocked his legs hard twice and staggered sideways to make room.

Now, Aemon was even more curious.

Be able to hold back the fear of facing the dragon and make rational decisions with your brain.

Is a character.

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Spear Tower, Throne Hall.

A long throne with a carved spear back was empty, and two low tables were placed opposite each other in a hall paved with faded marble slabs.

Koolen changed his pants and sat behind the low table on the left.

He forced a smile and raised his glass: "Prince, please."

"Summer red?"

Yimeng shook the glass, looked at the blood-red wine, and nodded, "It's good."

After saying that, put it back in place.

Seeing this, Keolun's eyelids twitched slightly.

How cautious.

Aemon glanced at him with a smile, as if realizing something.

The squinting look made the other person's mouth twitch twice.

Not easy to deal with.

"Bronze Fury" Womithor "stopped" in the vestibule, with its long and thick dragon tail resting on the city wall to block the gate, and its ferocious dragon head staring at the spear tower.

Once there is any disturbance, a breath of dragon flame will surely burst out.

Keolun asked himself and developed a psychological shadow towards dragons.

If you can negotiate terms, just coax the other party away first.

Iamon was much calmer.

The Dornishmen gave him a hard time, so don't blame him for coming to his door.

Not to mention that the Dornish have killed dragons, it would be too impulsive to break into their base camp.

Not to mention that Meraxes was still a mature dragon back then, not much stronger than Melias and Koraxus today.

For the death of Mirases alone, some fat old man who wrote nonsense is fully responsible.

In A Dance with Dragons, so many dragons died in such bizarre ways.

Is that right?
Following the example of Queen Visenya, he rode his dragon straight into the enemy's base camp and kissed them in the face with the dragon's kiss.

This is the simplest and most effective solution.

With Womisol outside, who dares to touch him?
Even if there are those who are not afraid of death, he has the passive defense of [Solid as a Rock·Purple], and will never die from a hidden arrow like the previous Aemon.

Just keep your mouth shut and don't touch any food or water, lest the Dornishmen poison you.

He is invincible!

"Prince, what exactly are you doing here, breaking into Sunspear alone?"

Keoren scowled.

"For peace!"

Aemon boasted.

Ke'olun didn't believe it: "There is no peace. He rode a dragon into someone's castle."

"You fart!"

Aemon directly refuted it, giving the following examples: "Queen Visenya surrendered the Arryns of the Vale, the Conqueror reclaimed Oldtown, and Nymeria, the Warrior Queen of the Rhoynar, helped Maris Martell unify Dorne."

"Which one is not seeking peace through struggle?"

Koolen was speechless.

Truth lies on the edge of a sword, and peace depends on the size of the army.

Dorne has been at peace for these years, relying on war, war, war...

Anyway, the desert is barren and supplies are extremely scarce.

I have no choice but to do it!
"Prince, please make your purpose clearer."

Koolen became slightly serious.

It's easy to guess that the fundamental reason why the other party came here was that Dorn was dragging them down.

The fact that the other party is here proves that they want to negotiate.

The negotiable condition should not be the dragon's flame.

"Then I'll tell you straight."

Aemon chuckled.

He certainly didn't intend to achieve his goal by threats alone.

The Dornish are not the Arryn family who always have orphans and widows. The people raised on this barren land are notoriously tough.

He has a negotiating heart and strategy and is a reasonable person.

Wormithor rushed to his face in order to get the Dornish to put aside their prejudices and talk to him calmly.

"All ears."

Koolan Road.

"Dorne is poor, and the people are living on the edge of survival. The war cannot keep them well fed and clothed."

Yimeng opened up the conversation and said directly: "Let's get married. I will open a trade."

"What is the mutual market?"

Koolen's heart was shaken.

I haven't heard of it, but it seems to mean trading.

Being politically sensitive, he immediately realized that this was the core issue of the negotiation.

The rest are filtered automatically.

"Trade, that is..."

Aemon explained.

"I see."

After hearing this, Keolun looked enlightened.

Simply put, it is to set up a market for mutual trading and exchange what each other needs.

However, there is a deeper meaning behind this.

Mutual trade will not be established when both parties have equal strength, but only when one is strong and the other is weak.

The Iron Throne is strong, Dorne is weak.

Then, Dorne, which is short of supplies, will rely more on trade.

"Think about it, maybe we can get married."

Eamonn said this with good intentions.

"There's no rush for a marriage. I only have one daughter."

Keoren waved his hand and said seriously, "Slat Town is connected to the sea by the Greenblood River. Dorne can engage in maritime trade. We will buy whatever we want."

Aemon said seriously: "I control the Stepstones. Where can you trade?"

The strait sea is divided into two parts, upper and lower.

The first half starts from Braavos and White Harbor in the north, then to Gulltown, King's Landing, Tidehead in the middle reaches, and Pentos across the strait.

The lower part consists of the Disputed Lands, the Stepstones, and Sunspear.

The three women's countries in the disputed area are already trapped in a jar.

Once the Stone Steps Archipelago was sealed, Yangji City was completely isolated.

If you want to trade by sea again, you can only change the route and take the Summer Sea.

To the west are the Arbor and Oldtown.

Dorne and the Reach are sworn enemies, and it would be impossible to buy any supplies without the Iron Throne's slightest control.

To the east lies Volantis and Slaver's Bay.

He liberated Astapor and New Ghis, and although he did not actually ascend the throne to rule, his influence lasted for at least ten years.

After taking over Myr, we can arrange for people from the Black Rose Group to enter the two liberated city-states.

The new parliament is incompetent and could easily take power secretly.

The Dornish dared to take risks and sail far, so they blocked the route to Slaver's Bay and even continued eastward to Quel's. Volantis need not be afraid either.

As long as he and the sea serpent Daemon occupied the Three Women's Kingdom and controlled the disputed land.

If Volantis dares to sell supplies to Dorne, it will have to bear the joint attack of the three city-states.

Regardless of the importance of the matter, the Archon of Volantis will not be disgraceful.

Let’s not mention the south.

There is absolutely no need for maritime trade between the Summer Islands and the continent of Gossos.

Very poor.

"Prince, the Dornish soldiers are difficult to deal with, but they are hiding in the desert."

Yimon said calmly: "There is only one chance."

If we can't grasp it, then let's see how Dorne helps the Three Kingdoms of Women at sea.

It wouldn't be a bad idea to have another "Battle of a Hundred Candles".

Upon hearing this, Keolun's brows twisted into a knot.

Threat!

A naked threat.

"As long as you nod, I can make the decision. The trade will provide Dorne with the supplies that are more needed and cheaper than before."

Aemon smiled.

Like a demon holding a contract, tempting people to sell their souls.

Keoren gripped his wine glass tightly and stared at Targaryen in front of him.

The other party blocked his way.

Dorne and the Iron Throne have been in a stalemate for more than a hundred years, not because Dorne is too strong, but because the Iron Throne is not ready.

Aegon the Conqueror was not ready, Aenys I and Maegor the Cruel were not ready.

The previous king was the elderly King Jaehaerys, a good king whose death was regretted throughout Dorne.

Again, not ready.

Ten years ago, the Targaryens did not have so many dragon riders.

The Three Kingdoms of Women wreaked havoc across the lower half of the Strait of Horror, drawing most of the attention of the Iron Throne.

But even so.

In the Fourth Battle of Dorne, the centenarian King Jaehaerys and his two sons also fought the "Battle of the Hundred Candles" that shocked the world.

After that failure, both the Iron Throne and Dorne realized one thing.

As long as the dragon exists, the Targaryens will not take the initiative to attack.

The Dornishmen had no capital to resist except for minor conflicts.

Once the Dornishmen walked out of the desert, they were like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the dragons.

For this reason, after Keolun succeeded to the throne.

The strategy has always been to help the Three Kingdoms harass the Iron Throne, rather than rushing in front and taking risks.

It was obvious that Yimon knew the details of both parties.

I won't take the initiative to attack Dorne, but I will lock down the Stepstones.

Dorne took the initiative to send troops to resist, but he could not escape death.

Dorne retreated to protect himself and blocked the horizontal line in the lower half of the Strait of Mir, which was tantamount to chronic suicide.

On top of this, the conditions for mutual trade are given.

In order to prevent the enemy from taking desperate measures, Dorne launched a major attack at the critical moment of occupying Myr.

"Have you figured it out?"

Aemon asked.

"Are you not afraid of my alliance with Braavos?"

Kooren threatened.

"Do you think a Braavos can stop a dragon?"

Aemon asked back.

"With so many free trade cities forming an alliance, aren't you afraid that the Iron Throne will be in jeopardy?!"

Koolan Road.

Aemon shook his head and laughed. "I am not the King on the Iron Throne."

Who is threatened?

Keolun was choked and speechless.

forgotten.

This is not the "Young King" Viserys, but the son of the "Prodigal Prince" Daemon.

A bad seed who is called a butcher by people on the other side of the strait.

Aemon crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

I have no morals, so you can't kidnap me.

"Well, let's talk about marriage."

Koolen sighed deeply and felt that life was meaningless.

Beaten again and again.

The gap in hard power cannot be solved by just passion.

"No hurry, let's talk about the trade first."

Aemon smiled slightly and didn't mention the marriage anymore.

Koolen took a deep breath and forced himself to cheer up.

Mutual trade is very important.

Putting aside the trade of goods, the trade can effectively ease the tension between the Iron Throne and Dorne.

Most of the Dornish princes yearn for peace.

Unfortunately, the Iron Throne is too pressing, and it is either conquered by force or treated coldly.

Being able to sit together and discuss things in a friendly manner is a hard-won opportunity.

At least, win a few decades of peace first.

The two men talked face to face and determined the guidelines for the mutual trade.

The location of the trade must be chosen on the border of Dorne.

Aemon settled it, on the Stepstones.

Not all goods can be traded, and the prices must be specific.

The screening of goods is very strict and even very single.

Avoid conflicts caused by different prices of goods.

Dorne's specialty is probably the tropical fruits along the river basin.

Such as citrus, lemon, olive, pomegranate and so on.

It is hard to buy anywhere else except Dorne.

However, fruits are just a bonus, the real hard currency is the sand warhorse, a specialty of Dorne.

A slender but swift horse that can run for two days without getting tired.

There is a great shortage of horses in Westeros, especially war horses of good quality.

Not only in Westeros, but also in Essos across the sea there was a shortage of horses.

In this world, except for the Dothraki people of the horse race, there is no race that does not lack horses.

Dorne's trade goods are determined to be sand war horses.

Imon's trade goods were salt, a necessity for survival.

Salt, iron, tea and horses.

It is impossible to sell iron, as that would aid the enemy.

There is no tea, and the horses are the other party’s goods.

The only hard currency available is salt produced in the disputed land.

The continent of Westeros is in the agricultural age, and supplies are also scarce.

Once the throat is blocked, Junlin will be short of salt and food within three months.

In contrast, the disputed land is rich in oil.

Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys all produced salt, occupied large tracts of fertile land in the Disputed Lands, and opened up the sea routes to the Stepstones.

The money is simply too much to handle.

"Haha, you want to get something for nothing."

Ke'olun smiled with a fake smile.

"If Dorne doesn't hold me back, I'll turn around and fight Myr."

Aemon was unmoved.

Keoren closed his eyes, upset.

He really wanted to gather his bannermen and launch the Fifth War for Dorne.

But the other side has a dragon, so he has nothing to fear.

They are guaranteed to lose.

Free trade cities such as Braavos are on the other side of the strait. If they lose, the worst that can happen is they can just withdraw.

Dorn is in an awkward position, and if he loses he will literally be strangled by the throat.

"How old is your daughter?"

Aemon asked suddenly.

Ke'olun suddenly opened his eyes and said vigilantly: "I heard that you have several fiancées."

That look was as if he was looking at a scumbag.

Imon was confused.

There is one good thing about Dorne, men and women are relatively equal.

Women could also inherit a family business and even become Dornish princesses.

So no matter how passionate you are in private, you will be very strict in marriage.

In the end, Keolun called his wife and daughter.

"Your Highness the Prince."

A charming young woman with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, holding a young girl with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin in her arms.

The little girl stared with her big clear eyes and sucked her fingers in her little mouth.

Aemon took a closer look.

Two years old!
Ke'olun looked at her carefully and asked, "You want to marry her as one of your many wives?"

(End of this chapter)