"You don't think I'll risk my family's honor being tarnished by becoming a pirate with you, do you?"
"Of course not."
Samwell shook his head with a smile and said with a harmless expression .
"Of course not , only a desperate person like me would take this kind of risk. You just need to invest. Even if things come to light in the future, it won't involve you."
"Investment?"
"Yes."
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 Arbor Island is about to invest in a group of warships and sailors. They will all get rich returns in the future. 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 their bets, and such an opportunity does not come often."
Viscount Martyn thought thoughtfully, but he 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. Therefore, I hope you can send craftsmen from Upland City to develop with me. I can promise you that you will get ten times or even a hundred times in return in the future!"
Viscount Martyn thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I will send ten craftsmen to follow 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 Martyn held back his anger. "How many people do you want?"
"All."
"All?"
"Yes, I want all the artisans in Upland City!" Samwell waved his hand proudly. "These artisans will be leased to me for a few years. After one year, I will pay you ten times the rent."
"It's impossible!" Viscount Martyn immediately refused. "What if you fail to open territory? Who am I going to ask for money? I might even lose 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 going to the Red Mountains to develop."
Samwell laughed loudly.
"Lord Viscount, it seems you haven't understood the real significance of this development. Do you think the Tyrell family has spent so much effort just to rob a few Dornish merchant ships?"
Viscount Martyn asked patiently,
"Oh? Could it be that the Tyrell family has other plans?"
"Of course. Riverbend and Dorne have a thousand-year feud, and the eldest son of the Duke, Willas Tyrell, has just been done by Prince Oberyn. How could the Tyrell family not look for a chance to take revenge on Dorne?"
"Revenge on Dorne?" Viscount Martyn looked skeptical. "Dorne is not that easy to invade."
"You are right, Dorne is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack. But didn't Daeron I conquer Dorne, and also without the help of dragons? Although he took all the credit for that conquest, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the real key to victory lies in Lord Alyn Velaryon leading the fleet, capturing Plank Town, taking control of the Greenblood River, and cutting off the connection between the major territories of Dorne.
You should know that Lady Olenna herself chose my pioneering place, right at the mouth of the Turbulent River. This location is so similar to the plank town on the Greenblood River! As long as the mouth of the Turbulent River is controlled, the three important territories in the west of Dorne will be in the purse of the Riverbend!
Now, for such an important development, would the Tyrell family let it fail easily?"
Viscount Martyn fell into deep thought after hearing this.
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 Red Mountains be the opponents of the Tyrell family's elite soldiers? Or do you think the Dornish people will see the Riverbend ambition, take the initiative to attack and destroy this development?"
Viscount Martyn shook his head.
The scattered savages are naturally not to be feared. As for the Dornish people, if they take the initiative to start a war, Duke Mace might wake up laughing from his sleep. Because Dorne is completely inferior to Reach 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 Red Mountain range and the special climate environment of the desert. If they are really stupid enough to give up their geographical advantage and take the initiative to attack, they will definitely be beaten to pieces by the Reach army.
In addition, the biggest obstacle to establishing a new territory in the Red Mountains - the source of finance, which 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 Martyn felt that there is really no possibility of failure.
But if he really wanted to invest all the craftsmen of the family to help it develop, Viscount Martyn still hesitated.
Seeing this, Samwell stopped persuading him, put the wine glass on the table, and said, "Viscount, please think about it again. I will rest in Upland City for a few days and buy a lot of supplies and food for the mountain. If you are willing to invest, you can send someone to me at any time."
After saying this, Samwell turned and walked out of the room.
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On the third day of staying in Upland City, Samwell still had not received Viscount Martyn's reply.
It seemed that the lord was indeed extremely cautious and not easily fooled by Samwell's rhetoric.
However, Samwell did receive a reply from Miss Margaery.
In the letter, Margaery criticized Samwell's profligate behavior as usual and urged him to speed up the march. Moreover, this young lady learned her lesson this time and set rules with Samwell in the letter. From now on, she will only give one hundred golden dragons as development funds every month. If he wants more, Samwell must show performance, such as the construction progress of the new territory, the increase in population, and so on.
It has to be said that Margaery learned to be smart this time and avoided Samwell's wanton extortion.
In this regard, Samwell was not too surprised as the Tyrell family was not really stupid. How would they be willing to be his own "ATM machine"?
However, this kind of skillful "controlling technique" should not have been thought up by the immature girl herself. It was probably suggested by the "Queen of Thorns".
Samwell wasn't disappointed either. Anyway, he had already made a lot of money from the Tyrell family, and he even used this to set it up as a big banner, enough to fool other investors.
Pioneering, in fact, is no different from starting a business. Of course, investors' money is needed.
It is this upland city lord who doesn't seem to be easy to fool.
Samwell decided to wait for the last day. If Viscount Martyn hadn't responded tomorrow, he would set off to find a new ATM, oh no, an investor.
...
On the other side, Viscount Martyn, who is "not easy to fool", found the courier from High Court in private and asked, "Who wrote that letter you brought to Samwell?"
The courier saluted, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Sorry, Lord Viscount, I'm afraid it's inconvenient for me to reveal this to you."
However, when Viscount Martyn stuffed a golden dragon into the messenger's hand, he immediately put on a flattering smile and said, "It's the Duke's Daughter, the letter written by Miss Margaery, which also includes three hundred golden dragons."
"Really?" Viscount Martyn thought thoughtfully. "Is there anything else? I also saw that you found Todd Flower."
"That's a message from Madam Olenna to Knight Todd..." At this point, the messenger hesitated again.
But as Viscount Martyn took out a golden dragon again, the upright messenger immediately added, "Madam Olenna asked Knight Todd to obey Lord Caesar's arrangements."
Viscount Martyn's expression changed slightly as he stopped and didn't move for a long time.
[END]