Chapter 166 Fatal conditions

"I don't like to beat around the bush, so Braavos people, tell me your conditions directly. It just so happens that my husband and I are also very interested in you."

Daenerys pursed her red lips and expressed her wishes straightforwardly.

This is exactly what Techu Nestos hopes. He personally hates the etiquette established by these kings the most. It is not that he hates the etiquette itself, but that he feels that only the gentlemen of the Iron Bank respect it. It is true etiquette.

Clearing his throat, Taichu Nestos straightened the corners of his somewhat wrinkled clothes. The ever-smiling expression on his face slowly faded away, and he took out a workmanship card from the lining of his clothes. The elegant paper recited loudly:

"In the name of His Majesty the Great Sea King, most humble servant of the Iron Bank of Braavos, I, Tychu Nestorus, 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. In return, House Targaryen will recognize Robert Baratheon. All debts owed by one life and his descendants.”

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

"Similarly, the Iron Bank will need to be rewarded, and when the Targaryens return to the throne, no tax will be collected on merchant ships sailing from Braavos to any port in Westeros."

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Lin Linzong said a lot, and Clay roughly counted them in his mind, and it should be between ten and twelve.

When the well-dressed Mr. Tychu Nestorus finished reading the manuscript in his melodious tone, Clay, who listened carefully, held down Daenerys, who had a stiff face, and said with a smile:

"Thank you to the envoy of the Iron Bank for providing us with such favorable conditions. However, forgive my ignorance, some terms may need to be discussed with my ministers. How about this? Your Excellency, please stay in Astapor City and wait for a while. ,how?"

Hearing the words of this mysterious Targaryen man, Tychu Nestorth frowned without any trace, and he despised this countryman in his heart because he had never seen the world and could not understand such a simple condition.

However, on the surface, he restored his never-ending smile, nodded, bowed and said:

"That's good. Then, I'll take a walk around this city and get a feel for what Astapor looks like 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 at Ser Barristan who was like a sculpture beside him, and said loudly:

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

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Taichu Nestos left, leaving everyone with a long silhouette and an undisguised sarcastic smile on the other side of the silhouette.

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

"Everyone, get out, Ser Barristan, you stay here."

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

As the huge stone gates chirped shut, the giant palace inside the gold tower fell into an eerie silence.

Clay took the exquisitely crafted parchment from Barristan's hand and returned to the throne, playing with it and 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 angered by the contemptuous tone revealed by the Iron Bank in the treaty.

After all, she was born in the former Dragon King family and has a natural sensitivity to this kind of thing. Daenerys quickly realized the inappropriateness behind this treaty, but after all, she had not systematically learned 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's hand that was playing with the parchment scroll suddenly stopped, and his divergent eyes focused again, looking at the two remaining people in the hall. His tone was neither high nor low, and seemed to be very calm.

"Your Majesty, this treaty must not be signed!"

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

Clay looked at Barristan Selmy, the former Kingsguard who had been working as a bodyguard for the king. Clay wanted to hear what interesting insights he could have.

Barristan Selmy pursed his dry lips, organized his words, and said solemnly and seriously:

"Your Majesty, I don't know anything else, but simply asking you to acknowledge King Robert's debt is more than we can afford."

"It's a usurper. Watch your position, Ser Barristan!"

Daenerys yelled in dissatisfaction, after all, she was a woman, and she had such a big reaction to Robert Baratheon, a dead man.

Clay patted her shoulder comfortingly and encouraged Barristan:

"Go on, Ser Barristan."

"Okay, I want to say that I have been with the usurper for about ten years. I know very well how much debt he owes. It is a huge debt counted in millions of gold dragons. I think your majesty should understand this. What a huge sum of money."

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

"You just need to understand that as the largest port in the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing's annual tax revenue is estimated to be less than 200,000 gold dragons."

"To be more detailed, I am going to the street now to buy a slave girl of Valyrian descent who is similar to you, with silver hair and purple eyes. When converted into Westeros golden dragons, it is about two to five golden dragons. Of course, what I am looking at is this 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 on his waist with one hand. Daenerys, this woman, is very cruel, no! I must let her experience my stick skills tonight to relieve the hatred in my heart!

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

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

"Yes, and there is still high interest here. The Iron Bank is not doing charity, so it is impossible to lend money without interest."

Clay nodded. He shook the parchment, took a breath, leaned his body on the back of the throne, and said slowly:

"Do you know? If I sign this loan contract, even if we go through all the hard work, cut off the heads of all enemies, and truly sit on the Iron Throne of King's Landing, this Westeros will not be able to do anything at all. Named Manderly and Targaryen."

"But there is no mention of anything related to the army. We have unified the Seven Kingdoms. If nothing else, the red dragon flag with a black background flying on the continent of Westeros must represent our rule."

Daenerys said in confusion 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 very well.

Shaking his head, a cold smile appeared on Clay's lips, and he said:

"Let me give you a concept: Economic colonization, in human terms, means using business to completely control a country."

"Do you know? The thing that makes me want to refuse the most in this treaty is not the debt of millions of gold dragons. As far as their rules are concerned, there are enough loopholes to block a Galesos. They stipulated how much gold dragons should be contained. Is it gold?"

"Furthermore, they use the currency of Braavos to collect debts and adjust the exchange ratio between currencies. This is also within the rules."

Clay smiled disdainfully, and then pointed to one of the sentences with a cold voice:

"This is their real killer move!"

Daenerys and Barristan were attracted by Clay's fingers. After carefully reading the question about dock tax, they frowned and looked at Clay, waiting for his explanation.

"If their goods can be traded with us without any restrictions at a price without paying taxes, you can rest assured that Westeros will not be in chaos within three years. I will just go back to White Harbor and forget about it."

A commercial city-state can actually purchase goods without restrictions in Westeros, which is dominated by a small peasant economy and aristocratic manor economy. What kind of familiar script is this?