"Merlin?"

In the middle of nowhere, Namor held the triangular crystal bottle in his hand, and he watched the white light pulsing in it.

This is a memory bottle that is used to seal the extracted memories.

Namor wasn't a loner either, having heard of such spells from sorcerers on land.

But he didn't expect that he was actually one of the people who experienced this spell.

Namor was not a reckless man, and in his years of wandering, he had learned that he had to be cautious when dealing with wizards.

He didn't immediately open the memory bottle, but looked up at Arthur in front of him.

He said:

"I know Merlin, it was he who freed me and some poor children from a bad man, and I owe him a favor."

"But why did he ask you to deliver this bottle? Why didn't he come himself? ”

"I don't know, man."

Standing on the water, holding his trident, Arthur said helplessly to the wary Namor:

"I'm just a delivery guy, and Uncle Merlin won't explain things to me, but I know he's busy."

Arthur spoke, and from time to time he peeked at the silver trident in Namor's hand.

He was happy with his new gift, but when he saw the trident in Namor's hand, he immediately felt that the weapon in his hand was weak...

It doesn't smell good at all.

Arthur was no one to be uninformed, and he could see the magical glow floating on Namor's trident at a glance.

The waves of water that lingered on the sharp spear tip were like the war knife in the hand of his teacher Vico,

Those are high-grade magic weapons.

But anyway, that thing may be precious, but it is certainly not as valuable as the vibranium trident in his hand.

As soon as he thought of this, Arthur, who was a little divergent in his thinking, felt a little more balanced in his heart.

After all, he is only a 23-year-old and cannot be expected of how mature he is.

Seeing that Namor was still hesitating, Arthur said:

"What's in that bottle, you can only know if you open it yourself, and I've never seen you before, have I? Mr. Namor, why do I think we're two... It's very close. ”

"Because the blood is calling."

Namor said without raising his head:

"We have the same blood, child..."

"Kid?"

Arthur snorted:

"You don't look like you're 2 or 30 years old, do you?"

"I was born in 1921 and am over 90 years old this year."

Namor replied, and Arthur was speechless.

Well, the old man in his 90s is indeed qualified to call him a "child".

"What does the same blood mean?"

Arthur asked:

"I don't remember my father having brothers, so, you mean, you're a relative on my mother's side? 90s... Are you my mother's younger brother? ”

"It depends on who your mother is..."

Namor stared at the memory bottle in his hand, he seemed to make up his mind, reached for the cap of the bottle, he glanced at Arthur, and said:

"I'm guessing you're the son of Atlanta, right?"

“！！！”

Arthur suddenly became nervous, he clenched the trident, and he looked at Namor:

"How do you know?"

"It's simple."

Namor twisted the cap of the bottle at this moment, and the white, fish-like memory flew down his arm into his eyes, and then down his nostrils into his mind.

It's as if the vacant piece has finally been filled.

At the moment when those extracted memories returned, Namor whispered:

"Atlanta is my aunt, you should call me cousin."

"Buzz"

Flashback images appeared in Namor's mind.

He saw himself and Merlin talking in a secret room in a Mexican swamp, Merlin handing him the silver trident, and he made a pact with Merlin.

"You won't remember this agreement."

"You won't even remember the two of us talking."

"What you have to do is to fit into that warm home and make everyone trust you..."

"When the time comes, you'll know what I need you to do..."

Merlin's ethereal voice echoed in Namor's ears, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the silver trident in his hand.

Oh, it turns out that I owe more than Merlin a favor.

I owe two...

And now, it's time to pay off the debt.

"Whew..."

Namor breathed a sigh of relief as he threw the memory bottle in his hand into the sea.

He moved his shoulders and looked at Arthur, who was looking puzzled, and a smile flashed on his handsome and handsome face, and he said:

"Now, what does Merlin want me to do?"

"I don't know."

Arthur spread out his hands, and he said to Namor, to his cousin:

"Uncle Merlin really didn't tell me what he needed you to do, he just asked me to give you this bottle."

"Huh? Is that so? ”

Namormo rubbed his chin, a glint in his narrowed eyes.

He was supposed to be a dark chess piece that Merlin had buried in a utopia, but now that he was activated, Merlin didn't tell him what he was going to do through his cousin.

This means that either the young man in front of him has missed some key information.

Or, it means that Merlin is cautious now, and what he needs to do on his own may not be the time to execute.

Or maybe he had other ways to inform him.

"It's a good fit for the Secret Service Chief's mode of action... Definitely never put all your eggs in one basket. ”

Namor pursed his lips, he spit out, and then looked at Arthur in front of him.

He lay back on the reef and basked in the sun as he beckoned to Arthur and motioned for the young man to sit beside him.

"Come here, let's talk, cousin."

Namor Says:

"I never knew that there was another person in the world who was so similar to me, and I felt that we must have a lot in common to talk about."

Arthur hesitated, he carried the trident behind him, stepped on the water, and walked to the edge of the reef.

He sat next to Namor, and he said:

"You call my mother my aunt? Is there any evidence for this? ”

"Evidence?"

Namor thought for a moment and took out a pendant from his pocket, which was very similar to the silver trident pendant around Arthur's neck.

He waved it in Arthur's eyes, and said:

"Does this count? The insignia of the Atlantean royal family, you should have one too, I feel its breath. ”

Arthur took the pendant off his neck, he took the two pendants and compared them, and then returned Namor to him, saying:

"Well, I believe it, although I don't know much about Atlantis, I think you shouldn't lie to me."

"Do you know anything about Atlantis?"

Namor looked at Arthur and said:

"You have this hairstyle, your beard, you grew up on land?"

"Hmm."

Arthur sat on the reef, playing with the stones in front of him a little boredly, he looked at the endless sea in front of him, and said:

"I grew up on land, and I don't remember when my mother was taken away."

"When I was a kid, I always thought my father was lying to me, and the love story of a lighthouse keeper and an undersea queen didn't sound like it was real."

"But it wasn't until one day when I fell into the sea and was carried up by a dolphin that I realized it was all true."

"Namor... Well, cousin, can you tell me, is my mom still alive? ”

Arthur's question made Namor blink, and he asked rhetorically:

"You ask... That means you already have the answer in mind, right? ”

"Ugh."

Arthur closed his eyes and said:

"My father has been hopeful and waiting, but I, I may be more sensible."

"How can a mother actually abandon her son and not come back for more than 20 years... She's either a cold-blooded and ruthless person, or she probably has..."

The young lion-like man was a little sad and said:

"I suspect Uncle Merlin and Vico know, but they chose not to tell me, which I can understand, but it also feels bad occasionally."

"Don't feel bad."

Namor reached out and patted his cousin on the shoulder, and he sat up as well, and said to Arthur:

"It's the same with my mother, who was banished from her hometown just because she had a relationship with a landman."

"Aunt Atlanta is fine, at least she died in the sea, in her hometown, but my mother... She died on land, and when she was dying, she did not want to return to the sea. ”

"Her hometown broke her heart, and it also broke my heart."

Namor was silent for a moment, and then he said to Arthur:

"Arthur, brother, listen to me, I now feel that fate has brought us together."

"Fate is roaring to unite two orphans who have lost their mothers..."

"Revenge for your loved ones!"

"Revenge?"

Arthur looked blankly at Namor, whose face was full of indifference, and he whispered:

"You guessed your mother died, but do you know how she died?"

"Let me tell you, brother, that your mother was thrown into the deepest trench of the sea by her titular husband, the brutal King of the Sea, Ovax, with her hands tied!"

"That's the territory of the Trench Clan... Do you know the Trench Clan? ”

Arthur didn't answer, but from his clenched fists, and the anger and hatred that appeared on his face and eyes, Namor knew that Arthur clearly understood what his mother had been subjected to.

Namor patted Arthur on the shoulder, and he whispered:

"It was the most terrible punishment in the sea, only for those who were heinous, but Arthur, ask yourself, is your mother a heinous person?"

"As a descendant of the noblest blood of the sea, should she be subjected to such terrible torture?"

"Smack"

The reef beneath Arthur's feet cracked open with uncontrollable force, and Arthur's face was like a roaring lion.

He doesn't speak, but Namor's revelations have succeeded in igniting the fire in Arthur's heart.

He could accept the fact that his mother was dead.

But he couldn't accept that his mother was murdered...

No son can accept it!

"You don't want a memory, Arthur."

Namor Says:

"What you want is revenge, join me in taking revenge on that rotten, damned, long-overdue dynasty of the undersea, pull the cruel and unkind Ovax from his throne, and make him kneel before your mother's grave and listen to him repent!"

"Then, cut off his head with your own hands!"

"I can feel it if you want to do it, and you should do it too, brother, come and help me!"

Namor said to Arthur:

"When we join forces, we can set off a storm that will bring down the corrupt world of Atlantis."

"The dynasty founded by our ancestors has fallen into decay, and it is up to us, the sons of Aquaman, to make it great again..."

Namor stood up, and he held out his hand to the silent Arthur, and he said:

"Brother, let's come along."

Arthur looked at the hand in front of him, the fire inside him roaring, let him hold it.

But just as Arthur wanted to raise his hand, a sharp vortex suddenly rose in front of the sea.

"Stay away from him! Namor! You viper born of the deep sea! ”

The angry roar of Vico the undersea man rose from underwater, and the king's attendant jumped from his own seahorse.

He drew his sword and charged towards Namor.

But Namor didn't care.

He didn't even take up arms against Vico who was coming at him, he just watched the scene very calmly, as if everything was under control.

As Vico's sword slashed down, a golden light scurried between the two.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang.

Arthur, armed with a golden trident, stood in front of Namor, he blocked the blow, and he looked at Vico in front of him, the teacher who had taught him since childhood, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Arthur, you..."

"Vico..."

Arthur's angry lion-like eyes stared at his mentor, and he asked in a trembling tone:

"Tell me, Vico... My mother, how did she die? ”

"Don't listen to Namor, Arthur, kid."

Vico put away his sword, he took a step back, and the skinny man of the sea explained to his disciple:

"Namor has been a wanted criminal in Atlantis since years ago, and he has committed terrible crimes in various seas, and at least thousands of valiant soldiers have died at his hands, including a general of Atlantis!"

"He's promoting a dangerous and radical idea, he's a poisonous snake, he's interfering with you!"

"I just want to know, Vico!"

Arthur could no longer heed these advices, and he asked:

"I just want to know, how did my mother die?"

"Look me in the eye, Vico, you're one of my most trusted people, and I'm going to hear you say it yourself! Tell me! Tell me the truth! ”

"I..."

At this moment, Vico didn't even dare to look Arthur in the eye.

He and Queen Atlanta grew up together, and the two maintained a strong friendship.

Although the relationship could not be further due to his status, Vico always regarded Arthur as his own son.

How could he tell Arthur about Atalana's tragic end?

He could imagine that one day, Arthur would know about his mother.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, and it was someone who shouldn't have been in contact with Arthur the last time to tell him the truth.

"Alright, Arthur, brother!"

Namor held out his hand and placed it on Arthur's shoulder, and he said:

"Don't be sorry for poor Vico, he is His Majesty's most loyal chamberlain, he is only loyal to the throne, and it was he and Aunt Atlanta who sent me and my mother out of our homeland..."

"He's a rare good guy in that decaying dynasty, you shouldn't be so rude."

Namor stepped forward and stood in front of Arthur, and said to Veco, who was glaring at him:

"Don't look at me like that, Uncle Vico..."

"I have always remembered your kindness to my mother and to me. But there are some things that Arthur and I have to do, your king is so brutal that his presence is painful for anyone. ”

"Go back, Uncle Vico."

Namor raised his hand, and the silver trident flew into his palm in a whistling voice, and he said to Vico:

"I promise you, I won't involve Arthur in dangerous things, he's too young to handle this war we have to fight, those unsightly jobs, those things with blood on his hands, I'll do it for him..."

"I will protect my brother as you have always protected him."

"But Arthur will eventually go back to Atlantis with me!"

"It's his mission, it's something he has to accomplish!"

In the midst of the roar of a storm brewing on the sea, thunder and lightning, Namor said:

"Let your king wait, and the spirits of the past who have been forged by his own hands will seek him..."

"We, let's hear him wail!"