bookbashuk Chapter 95: 2 peaches kill 3 soldiers
Chapter 95: 2 peaches kill 3 soldiers
However, although Loras's representatives all expressed their reluctance to co-rule Braavos with the Great Targaryen.
However, Visser still decided to reward Loras for his "meritorious service in battle".
How should we reward them?
According to Visser, now that the Targaryen family has a large army and occupies two of the trading city-states, it is practically ready to rebuild the Targaryen dynasty in Essos.
Amidst this promising outlook, Viser formally invited Loras to join the Targaryen family.
The representatives of Loras were dumbfounded. How did this conversation turn into recruiting us?
So even if we help you fight, you won't let us go?
Even a clay figure has some fire in it; there are still about four thousand Loras soldiers stationed in Braavos, so at worst, they might as well fight to the death.
The Loras people, who have been fishing for hundreds or even thousands of years, firmly believe in the principle that those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose.
Seeing that Viagra's friendly offer seemed unacceptable to the Loras people, the player representatives present, including more than forty guild leaders, all cast threatening glances at the Loras people.
The new ministers, eager to impress His Majesty, such as Bloodbeard, drew their swords from their waists and brandished them, their threatening intent evident in their gestures.
Although the representatives of the Loras were unwilling to fight against the dragon's minions, they were clearly also unwilling to give up their freedom and become part of the Targaryen Kingdom.
Viser took it all in, and the King slowly spoke:
"I don't need to elaborate on the lives the people of Loras have led over the past thousands of years; you know it all too well. The Sea Kings of Braavos have always claimed to be friends of the people of Loras, but I also don't need to elaborate on how they exploit your exported seafood."
I'll only ask you one question: Do you want freedom, or do you want to have enough to eat?
The delegates kept their heads down and remained silent. They didn't want to lose their freedom, but they also wanted to have enough to eat.
"So you want both?"
In Neptune's seat, Visser sat upright, looking down at the Lorasians:
"Pacha, you are the representative of the Fisherman Prince."
Pacha looked up, puzzled.
"Upon returning, I will express my respect to the Prince and tell him not to pay any attention to those fools in the Governor's Council. If he supports me, I will consider appointing him as the Protector of Loras, Duke of the Loras Islands, a hereditary title."
"Are you telling the truth?" Pacha asked in disbelief.
"The gods attest to it!"
With Visser's confirmation, Pacha began to waver. To this day, the Prince of Loras was merely a figurehead, while the real power lay with the nobles of the Governor's Council.
Before the war, Pacha, a confidant of the fisherman prince, was just a small captain, sucking up the tiny bit of ink that occasionally flowed from the sucker of the Governor's Council, the giant octopus.
He is now one of the three commanders in the army, but when he goes back, he will still be that little boat captain, continuing his impoverished life of fishing and selling fish.
Despite his ability to control a portion of the Loras army that went on the expedition, this was thanks to the Fisherman Prince personally calling on some fishermen to join the expedition before the war, which allowed him, a confidant of the prince, to take command of the army.
Is it better to be one of the three princes with no power, or to be the ruler of the Loras Islands, second only to the emperor?
Pacha thought that he could make the choice for the prince.
As for himself, he had already made his choice in his heart: whether to go back to being a fishing boat captain or have the opportunity to become a vassal and lord under the future Duke of Loras.
Pacha raised his head, but before he could speak, a representative of a nobleman from the Governor's Council spoke first:
"Your Majesty! We can also join the Targaryens! My master's mother was a Rhoynar, and his ancestors were Andals!"
Seeing this, the last representative reacted and shouted back, not to be outdone.
The guild leaders, who had just been glaring angrily, now sat back down in their seats with amused expressions.
How laughable it is to be arrogant at first and then obsequious.
Not long ago, they seemed to be saying they'd rather die than lose their freedom, but now they're scrambling to sell out their country.
The three representatives of Loras didn't care what these players thought.
So what if we sell out our country? This is how our small nation survives!
As long as we sell Loras for a good price, which Loras person dares to say we are not Loras's hero?
"Loras can have one duke, or he can have two." Visser's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his chair.
The three representatives could be heard making a gurgling sound in their throats, clearly nervous.
"However, Loras can be divided in two, and I can appoint two guardians to jointly govern the Loras Islands for me, but it cannot be divided into three."
Weiss's next words were direct and to the point, leaving no room for ambiguity.
The three representatives, who had gone from a desperate, all-out effort to protect Great Loras to offering a better price for Loras's bright future in the time it takes to milk a single bucket of milk, looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.
Visser didn't speak any advanced Valyrian language, which is why the three of them couldn't understand him.
Rather, they didn't mince words; they understood perfectly.
It's obvious there are only two pieces of meat. Since all three of you want some, then let's start fighting over them.
Fengyun Baofeng and the others leisurely sipped their wine and enjoyed their snacks. They knew the classic "Two Peaches Kill Three Warriors" game all too well!
The three representatives of Loras left; they came hand in hand, and they left hand in hand.
Yes, it was an agreement among the three of them, in case one of them brought the message back first.
The three of them never took their other hand off the hilt of their swords after leaving the Sea King's Palace.
It fully demonstrates the lack of trust between people.
Now that the outsiders' problems are resolved, it's time to deal with our own people.
Having grown to include forty large, medium, and small guilds, player guilds can now fully represent the vast majority of players.
After all, for a large-scale game with a war theme, apart from lone wolves, most players will definitely need to find a group after entering the game.
The forty-odd people sitting below Visser are the representatives of the players. They are being conferred titles and ranks today, which they can use to show off, but the fiefdoms they receive will definitely belong to the guild.
Even so, everyone was still very excited, knowing full well that this would be a large-scale investiture that would go down in gaming history.
Looking at these familiar yet unfamiliar faces, their Viagra did not disappoint them.
The non-stick pan, which was always by Jorah's side and was regarded as a mad fire mage, was appointed as the assistant to the Minister of Imperial Craftsmen, with the title of Baron, and was given a large number of six or seven small islands in the Braavos chain that were not connected to each other.
The leaders of several established guilds, including Fengyun, Baofeng, Ai Chi Boluo, and Duncao, also received the title of Baron and were granted varying numbers of small islands within the Braavos Island chain as fiefdoms.