Sitting on a throne originating from Atlantis, with the ashes of the first king under his feet.

That condescending arrogance made Mera look at it intently.

It was the first time she had discovered the temperament in Beckett that attracted her the most.

The temperament of the king.

"No, Beckett."

"You should be the real king."

"Not me."

Mera stooped down to pick up the golden trident that had fallen at her feet, and looked into Beckett's eyes with a sparkle of light.

Hand tear Magnusson, fist town trident.

All of this, she's just a sit-by-the-top person.

Mera is very self-aware.

She didn't have the approval of the Golden Trident at all, and if it weren't for Beckett, she wouldn't even be able to pass the Trench Nation.

What qualifications does she have to be kings?

"Me?"

"If I become the king of the sea, I won't stop your father as you expected."

Beckett sneered, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

It fell in the eyes of Mera, and it was very glaring.

"Not only that, but I'll urge your father to start the war as much as I can."

"No kidding, Beckett—"

Mera walked up to Beckett step by step with the golden trident.

The smile faded from Beckett's gaze.

"I'm never joking."

Beckett stood up, and the indifference in his black pupils that had returned to normal startled Mera.

"You know what?"

"I once met a man on a planet called Gaffa."

"He's the ruler of that planet, the literal king."

"He believes that there is a kind of person in this world who never has the courage to make decisions by himself, and always has to rely on others."

"He thinks that there are people who are born destined to be ruled because that kind of person has been evading the responsibilities that they should have shouldered."

"Even if they already have enough strength."

Beckett was disappointed in Mera.

He never imagined that after getting the golden trident symbolizing royal power, Mera's first choice was to hand it over to him, rather than using this trident to realize his ideals.

"What?" Mera's eyes widened when she was ridiculed for no reason.

What did she do wrong?

Did she do something wrong?

She has not been recognized by the Golden Trident at all, and it is simply impossible for her to rely on it to become the queen of the seas.

It was Beckett who conquered it, and she was clearly just a sitter to enjoy it.

That's it, is she still wrong?

"Beckett, I think you may have some misunderstanding about Atlantis. Since ancient times, it has been a symbol of the unification of the seven seas, without its recognition-"

"Give it to me."

Beckett didn't bother to listen and directly interrupted Mera's explanation.

Mera obediently handed the trident into Beckett's hand: "I knew you-"

Click!

The joy on Mera's face froze instantly.

The golden trident, which is regarded as a treasure by the entire underwater world, was directly broken off by Beckett's waist!

When!

The trident, broken in two, landed at Mera's feet.

"Beckett! What did you do??!!! Mera grabbed one of her red hair and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"When you give it to me, I have the right to break it." Beckett stabbed his toes, and the broken trident flew directly to Woz.

"Woz, take it and grill it." Beckett commanded Woz.

"Yes, Your Highness Beckett."

“？？？” Mera's eyes widened as she watched as Woz laboriously sliced off a string of Carlson's flesh and slipped it onto the trident............

"Beckett, you-"

"Weapons are not for use, but for use, regardless of their use."

"I'm disappointed in you." Beckett shook his head, and the tone of his adoptive father Thanos instantly went up.

Sneering, he flew out of the waterfall with Woz and landed on the island to make a fire and barbecue.

It's a real barbecue.

When Mera and Atalana hurriedly swam out of the waterfall, they saw that Woz was busy sprinkling spices.

The exuberant flames scorched the flesh on the golden trident, and the weapons of the original Atlantean kings were now truly barbecue sticks, which felt quite magical.

The main thing is that the grilled meat is really fragrant.

The kind that floats ten miles of incense.

"Lady Mera, Lady Atlanta, do you want a barbecue?"

Wearing a white hat from his pocket on his bare head, and a plaid apron tied around his round waist, Woz grinned and greeted the two of them.

While greeting, he also fanned the wind with a fan.

Mera couldn't help frowning: "Beckett, why?" ”

"Because I want to."

Beckett lay on the vine, swaying and sneering.

He really didn't understand Mera's mentality.

How could a big living person obey the command of a weapon?

"This weapon was created by the King of Atlantis after he unified the seven seas, how do you know that he didn't use it for barbecue?"

Beckett even suspected that the original king must have grilled the fish, otherwise he would not be able to explain why it resembled a human harpoon.

"I-" Mera tried to retort, but for a moment she didn't know how to do it.

"You're trampling on the dignity of the entire underwater world, Beckett." Atalana, who had seen through Beckett's thoughts, shook her head and continued the topic in a loud voice.

"Legend has passed down for thousands of years that only those who are recognized by the Golden Trident can become the king of the sea."

"It makes sense for Mera to give up."

"Queen Atlanta......... "Mera, who was poked in the elbow by Atlanta, listened to her words, and suddenly recalled Becket's previous words in her ears.

I'm disappointed in you. 】

He believes that there is a kind of person in this world who never has the courage to make decisions by himself, and always has to rely on others. 】

[He believes that some people are destined to be ruled by birth because that kind of person has been evading the responsibilities that they should have shouldered.] 】

Even if they already have enough strength. 】

"You think I'm shirking my responsibilities?"

"Oh, have you reacted?" Beckett opened his eyes and reached out to take the roast meat handed over by Wads, one bite at a time, and ate it deliciously.

Can't be king without the recognition of the trident?

It's a fart!

To say that the sky is just a man-made weapon, what qualifications do you have?

"A harpoon, recognized by the king, is a holy thing, and without the king's recognition it may even be a toast."

"You are clearly determined to stop the war, why would you give up because of a few weapons?"

"In the end, it's because of the cowardice in your bones."

The disappointed Beckett said in one breath, and the juice from his bite was splashed.

As for why disappointment.

Beckett didn't know either.

He's just disappointed anyway.

Wads, who was on the side, moved the white chef's hat on his head, quietly glanced back at Beckett, and secretly took out the "General History of Love", continuing to record Beckett's every move.

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