Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 113 The Situation on the Seabed (Please subscribe, recommend monthly tickets, invest in collections)
Old Tom was sure he saw a look of boredom in the eyes of the golden-red carp.

“Are fish so smart nowadays?”

Old Tom looked at the carp in the bubbles in amazement and curiosity.

Martin looked at the approaching face, swung his tail quickly, and said to Arthur: "Stop your father, please? I'm just an innocent and cute carp. Although I look powerful, I will die if I leave the water."

Martin had near-death experiences many times, but in the end he relied on his own intelligence to overcome those difficulties.

Although he was also curious about what he would be like after death, he did not want to experience that fate himself.

"Dad, go prepare a bigger fish tank for my friend and fill it with clean fresh water."

Arthur quickly grabbed his father's hand and stopped him from being curious about Martin.

"You always do weird things. Do you have the time to..."

"Stop! I'm not a primary school student anymore. I know how to deal with Atlantis. Stop complaining."

Every time he went home, Arthur would have such a conversation and had already thought about how to deal with his father.

Old Tom was not a stubborn man, and since Arthur didn't want to mention it, he didn't insist, and soon prepared the fish tank filled with clean fresh water.

Pfft!
Martin popped the bubbles on his own initiative, jumped into the fish tank, swam a few laps in the fresh water, and breathed a sigh of relief.

There are too many impurities in natural seawater, and swimming in it is not very comfortable.

He looked at Arthur's house through the fish tank. It was just an ordinary house, nothing special about it, but it was very clean, revealing that the owner of the house was a hardworking person.

Old Tom immediately got busy. He prepared to drive to the town to buy fresh ingredients to prepare a big meal for his son and his carp friend.

"Arthur, what do your carp friends eat?"

Old Tom asked this question before he left.

"He eats fish food, of course."

Arthur answered as a matter of course, and was splashed with water in the face by Martin.

"I told you long ago, I'm still a human being, I don't eat fish food."

Martin waved his fins and knocked on the fish tank angrily.

Arthur quickly changed his words and said, "He will eat whatever we eat. Dad, you take care of the preparations."

Old Tom looked at this strange scene, shook his head and left his house.

Arthur got a cold beer from the refrigerator, sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV and started watching the football game.

He placed the bowl of martin fish on the table next to him and slipped him a potato chip.

Martin floated to the surface with his head tilted back, biting on potato chips bit by bit, and said to Arthur: "As the saying goes, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop. You want to live a quiet life with your father, but I'm afraid the people in the sea won't let you live such a life!"

Although Arthur looks carefree, that is just a shell he uses to disguise himself.

Considering that the other person didn't forget about him while eating potato chips, Martin acknowledged him as a friend and gave him a few reminders.

When Atlantis was mentioned, Arthur felt that the beer in his mouth had lost its taste, but he did not treat Martin in a perfunctory manner as he had treated his father.

It’s not that the friend he just met is closer to him than the father who has raised him for nearly 30 years, but that Martin has nothing to do with this matter and is an outsider, so he can see it more clearly.

He slightly tilted his body, looked at Martin who was chewing potato chips and said, "Of course I know that those who want war in the sea will never let me go."

"Wrong! Wrong!"

Martin finished his potato chips, patted his belly, and waved his fin to deny Arthur's opinion: "It's not just the war factions like Orm who don't want you to live a peaceful life.

Aren’t those peace advocates also eager to pull you back to the bottom of the sea? Otherwise, without a leader, how can they fight against their war advocates?”

"It seems that if I insist on living a peaceful life with my father, I will have to face two different enemies." Arthur was trained to be a king by old Tom since he was a child.

Although Old Tom, as a tower keeper, didn't know what a king looked like, he could learn from various news how to cultivate a modern elite.

Since childhood, Arthur has been immersed in history, philosophy and sociology books. Even if he memorized them by rote, he knew how to analyze the logic of how real society works.

The moment Martin reminded him, Arthur's mind came to its senses.

He stroked his beard and murmured, "The reason why those underwater people haven't come to me yet is probably because Orm hasn't been able to integrate the resources of Atlantis, and the peace faction thinks they can still control the situation."

"To be honest, your brother is quite capable. He is indeed patient and ruthless."

Martin blew bubbles and gave a sharp comment on Orm: "It's a pity that he has a narrow vision and is obsessed with a throne, not knowing that there is a wider world beyond the sea and higher ideals to pursue.

That guy was able to develop to this point because his opponent was so weak that he had the opportunity to grow stronger. "

The situation where the king or emperor can just give a shout and the whole country's strength will be quickly integrated to work together to achieve a goal only exists in the fantasy of unemployed intellectuals.

If you want to start a war, you need to mobilize resources, but supplies don’t have ears, let alone long legs.

It is impossible for the resources to go to where you want them to go just by shouting.

At this time, people are needed to manufacture, operate and use materials.

Throughout history, the most outstanding leaders are not judged by how good their literary talent is, nor by how strong their fists are, but by how many people they can unite to follow them.

“Before the Industrial Revolution, the magic weapons that monarchs used to control their people were steel swords and morality.

If they don’t obey, they will wield the steel knife and kill them. When they are willing to listen, they will force the words of God and the saints into their heads.”

Martin asked Arthur, "I don't know much about Atlantis culture. Do you think Orm would solve problems by killing people?"

Arthur shook his head. “The king of Atlantis has great power because the first king saved Atlantis from falling into the sea. After that, every king has the power to control the ocean.”

Martin nodded. "I know your answer. When power changed in Atlantis, the blood shed was no less than on land."

"So, I really don't want to get involved in their mess."

Arthur took a big gulp of beer. "What do the underwater people have to do with me? Is it because I have Atlantis blood in my body?

But the people who gave me the blood have been killed by those bastards. If that's the case, what does what happens on the seabed have to do with me?"

"You're right. No matter how big the seabed is, it has nothing to do with us who live on land."

"If they get out of control while fighting and want to take the entire earth with them, that's their own problem."

Martin felt that the demands made by the peace-loving Atlantis factions on Arthur were unreasonable.

These people could not withstand the attack of the war faction, so they wanted to use the name of justice to pull Arthur into the sea to charge into battle for them.

So where were these people thirty years ago, when Queen Atlanna died?
During the thirty years when old Tom raised Arthur with great difficulty, where did everyone else go except for Vico, the captain of the royal guards?
Arthur had only one attitude towards Martin, that was that he felt that he had met someone too late, and finally there was someone who could understand him and did not persuade him to take on any shitty responsibility.

In excitement, Arthur was about to clash with Martin.

But suddenly an alarm sounded from the lighthouse indicating an approaching ship.

"How could a large ship approach the lighthouse's harbor in broad daylight?"

Arthur stood up and moved closer to the window.

Martin had a bad feeling.

The next moment, there was a loud explosion, the wooden wall was torn apart by shrapnel, Arthur was hit in the face by flames, flew out and hit the ground heavily.

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