Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 166 The Terrible Condition

"I don't like to mince words, so, Braavosi, just say what you want, and it just so happens that my husband and I are interested in you too."

Daenerys pursed her red lips and expressed her wishes directly.

This is exactly what Taichu Nestors hoped. He himself hates the etiquette established by these kings the most. It's true etiquette.

Clearing his throat, Techu Nestos straightened his wrinkled clothes, and the expression of eternal smile on his face slowly faded away, and he took out a piece of workmanship from the inner lining of his clothes. On the exquisite paper, I recited aloud:

"In the name of His Majesty the Great Sea King, most humble servant of the Iron Bank of Braavos, I, Tytru Nestos, formally make the following proposal to Daenerys Targaryen of House Targaryen:"

"House Targaryen, and the kingdom ruled by Daenerys Targaryen and her husband, will be supported by a sum of money from the Iron Bank, and in return, House Targaryen will recognize the I, and all debts owed by his descendants."

"The Iron Bank can help the Targaryen army to replace this funding with equivalent weapons and armor, war horses and other military supplies at a very reasonable price. If necessary, the Iron Bank can come forward to contact the mercenary group."

"Similarly, the Iron Bank needs to be rewarded. When House Targaryen returns to the throne, it will not be able to collect taxes on merchant ships from Braavos to any port in Westeros."

……

There were a lot of things to say, and Clay counted them in his mind, and it should be between ten and twelve.

When the well-dressed Mr. Taichu Nestos finished reading the manuscript in his cadenced tone, Clay, who listened carefully, held Daenerys with a stiff face, and said with a smile:

"Thank you to the envoys of the Iron Bank for providing us with such favorable conditions, but forgive me for being stupid, some terms may need to be discussed with my courtiers, how about this, Your Excellency is now staying in Astapor City, waiting for a while ,how?"

Hearing the words of this mysterious Targaryen man, Taichu Nestors frowned indistinctly, and despised this countryman in his heart because he had never seen the world, and he couldn't understand such a simple condition.

However, on the surface, he resumed his never-letting smile expression, nodded, bowed and said:

"That's very good. Then, I'll take a walk around the city and get a taste of what it's like to be in Astapor under the rule of you and your wife."

"very good."

Clay clapped his hands, with a happy expression on his face, he stood up slowly, pointed to Sir Barristan, who was like a sculpture, and said loudly:

"Special envoy, hand over your conditional documents to this loyal knight, and then, please enjoy this city as you please. All the expenses of the special envoy in Astapor will be paid by my Targaryen family."

……

Taichu Nestos left, leaving everyone with a long back and an undisguised sarcasm on the other side of the back.

But what he didn't know was that Clay, who he thought was like a countryman, also stared at him with a sarcastic expression until he completely disappeared from his sight.

"Everyone out, Ser Barristan, you stay."

Clay gave the order coldly, and all the Unsullied warriors immediately turned and left. The maids looked at each other, and led by Missandei, they also slowly exited the empty hall.

Following the closing of the gigantic stone gate, the gigantic palace inside the pyramid fell into an eerie silence.

Clay took the well-crafted parchment from Barristan, returned to the throne, and played with it, frowning in thought.

Daenerys on the side, although she knew that Clay would never agree to the terms of the Iron Bank, she was still completely irritated by the contemptuous tone revealed by the Iron Bank in the treaty.

After all, she was born in the former Dragon King family, and she is naturally sensitive to such things. Daenerys quickly realized the inadequacy behind this contract, but after all, she has not systematically studied similar knowledge, so, just I feel it, but I can't describe it.

"Tell me, what do you think of this "goodwill" from Braavos?"

Clay stopped playing with the sheepskin scroll suddenly, his diffused gaze refocused, and he looked at the two remaining people in the hall. His tone was neither high nor low, as if he was very calm.

"Your Majesty, this treaty must never be signed!"

"Oh? Ser Barristan, tell me what you think."

Clay looked at Barristan Selmy, the former Kingsguard who had been serving as the king's bodyguard, and Clay wanted to hear what interesting insights he had.

Barristan Selmy pursed his parched lips, organized his words, and said seriously and earnestly:
"Your Majesty, I don't know of any other, but simply asking you to acknowledge King Robert's debt is more than we can afford."

"It is the usurper, watch your position, Ser Barristan!"

Daenerys shouted in dissatisfaction, after all, it was a woman who had such a big reaction to a dead Robert Baratheon.

Clay patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, encouraging Barristan:

"Go on, Ser Barristan."

"Okay, I want to say that I have been with... the usurper for about ten years, and I know exactly how much debt he owes. It is a huge debt counted in millions of gold dragons. I think His Majesty should understand this That's a lot of money."

Daenerys had never lived in Westeros, so she didn't have much idea about this scary-sounding number. She pushed Clay lightly, and stared at him with talking eyes.

"You just need to understand that King's Landing is the largest port in the Seven Kingdoms, and the annual tax revenue is estimated to be less than 20 golden dragons."

"In more detail, I'm going to the street now to buy a female slave of Valyrian descent who is similar to you with silver hair and purple eyes. Converted to Westeros gold dragons, it is about two to five gold dragons. Of course, this is what it looks like." The quality of the female slave... hiss, it hurts, it hurts, let go!"

Clay grinned and sucked in the cold air, rubbing the soft flesh around his waist with one hand, Daenerys, this woman is going to be ruthless, no!Tonight, I must let her understand my stick technique well, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart!

"So, this is simply a debt we can't afford?"

Although Daenerys's mathematical thinking is not developed, her intuition is still online, and she sums it up very well.

"That's right, and there are high interest rates. Iron Bank is not doing charity, so it is impossible to borrow money without interest."

Clay nodded. He shook the parchment, let out a breath, leaned his body on the back of the throne chair, and said slowly:
"Do you know? If I sign this loan contract, even if we have worked so hard, cut off the heads of all the enemies, and really sat on the Iron Throne of King's Landing, this Westeros will not be at all. Manderly and Targaryen."

"But there is no mention of the army. We have unified the Seven Kingdoms. Among other things, the red dragon flag flying on the black background in Westeros must represent our rule."

Daenerys said puzzledly that she only saw the debt problem, but she was not deeply involved in the world, or did not understand economic-related issues at all. Clay understood this statement very well.

Shaking his head, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Clay's mouth, and he said:
"Let me tell you a concept: economic colonization, in human terms, is to use commerce to completely control a country."

"You know? In this treaty, what I want to reject the most is not the debt of several million golden dragons. As far as their rules are concerned, a Galesos can be filled with a big loophole. They stipulate how much gold dragon contains. Is it gold?"

"Besides, they use Braavos' currency to collect debts, and adjust the exchange rate between currencies, which is also within the rules."

Clay smiled disdainfully, and then pointed to a sentence in it, with a cold voice:
"This one is their real killing move!"

Daenerys and Barristan were attracted by Clay's finger, carefully read the question about the dock tax rate, frowned, looked at Clay, and waited for his explanation.

"If their goods can be traded to us without restriction at a tax-free price, you can rest assured that there will be no chaos in Westeros within three years, and I will go back to White Harbor and settle down."

A commercialized city-state can actually buy goods without restrictions to Westeros, which is dominated by small farmers and noble manors. What kind of familiar script is this?

(End of this chapter)