Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 125 I want to rest and take a vacation (please subscribe to the monthly ticket)

The ocean on a windless night is like a huge black gem, wrapped in the quiet night. The wind is light, the waves are small, and the stars are hanging high in the sky, twinkling, making people curious instead of afraid of the deep night.

Wow!

Martin rushed out of the sea, and the light from his jewel-like scales illuminated the dim water.

Arthur followed closely behind, and he fell on the back of a dolphin, breathing heavily and enjoying the relief after being out of the battle.

"I'm sorry, you planned all this for me carefully, but I was soft-hearted."

“I really don’t know what’s going on in my head.”

Arthur's first words were to apologize to Martin. Everything that happened today was caused by him, but when he was faced with the choice that could end everything, he hesitated and softened his heart.

Martin swung his tail nonchalantly. "How can you not know what you are doing? You just don't want to take on the responsibility of being the King of Atlantis, so you let Orm go."

Arthur was stunned, an embarrassed look appeared on his face, and he frankly admitted: "You are right, I don't want to be that damn king at all. It is hard and tiring, and I have to get recognition from those underwater people. What's the point?"

If you are a utilitarian person, you will definitely say that Arthur is a mediocre person with no ambition.

But throughout history, any person in power who wanted to do good things almost never had a good ending. Working themselves to death was the norm, and the destruction of their families was even more common.

If it were Martin, he would not pay such a heavy price for a group he had never met.

"Letting Orm go may not be a bad thing. With him in Atlantis, they can still maintain unity. In order to protect his throne, Orm will not rashly start a war in the short term."

Arthur couldn't help but listen attentively to Martin's calm analysis of the current situation.

"Although the possibility of war breaking out is greatly reduced, the people of Atlantis will not let you, a half-blood who has tarnished the 'royal bloodline', go."

Arthur waved his hand indifferently. "It's just an attack. I'm used to it. As long as they don't send out their entire fleet, no matter how many come, I can tear their heads off."

He flexed his arm muscles and made a powerful move toward Martin.

Martin nodded, and then said, "What if Atlantis attacks your father and the fishermen of Port Ci'en? You can come and go freely on the sea, but others don't have such ability."

Arthur was silent. The first solution he thought of was to ask everyone in Port Ci'en to move away. However, he did not have such prestige on land, nor did he have enough financial resources to compensate the fishermen for their losses.

If he wanted to set up a defense network around Ci'en Port, it would be impossible for him to do it alone.

Besides, there is no such thing as a thief on duty for a thousand days.

After brainstorming, Arthur gave up thinking and turned directly to Martin for help: "It seems that I still need you to give me an idea."

"The way to make Atlantis pay no attention to Ci'en Port is also very simple, that is to take the initiative to attack."

Martin rolled up his fins, as if raising a finger. "There are four kingdoms under the sea, and Atlantis has no decisive advantage over the other three. If you take the initiative to visit these countries, I guarantee that the people of Atlantis will be restless and will never sleep well again."

Arthur tilted his head, and couldn't help laughing when he thought of Orm's furious look.

"Okay, let's do it. After I settle my dad, I will visit those countries."

Martin did not say much about what should be done specifically.

Arthur is not a child. As long as you point him in the direction, he will naturally know what he should do.

After discussing the business, Martin handed his contact information to Arthur: "If I hadn't turned into something weird like today, you could reach me by calling this number."

Arthur memorized the number firmly in his mind. When the time came to say goodbye, he really couldn't bear to leave Martin, his friend. Although they had only known each other for one day, they had fought through life and death together, fighting against the Atlantis army, and forged a deep friendship. Martin didn't feel sad about the separation, but he felt like he had forgotten something crucial. After a while, he knocked his head hard and said to Arthur: "Look at my memory. I almost forgot that your mother might still be alive and not dead."

Arthur leaned back, looking unconvinced. "This joke is not funny at all. Even though we are friends, it's better not to make jokes about winning the resurrection match."

"Who are you kidding?"

Martin was not sure which version of Atlanna this world was, but that did not stop him from giving Arthur hope: "Although your mother was exiled to the sea where the Trench Tribe lived, no one had ever seen her body. The so-called death was just a result inferred by the Atlanteans based on their experience."

"But experience is always meant to be broken. Maybe your mother has found a way to escape."

Arthur couldn't help scratching his wet hair, and thought for a long time before asking, "Do you know something else?"

"All I can say is that there's a good chance your mother is still alive."

Martin was not sure what was going on inside, and he did not say anything definite: "If you have visited the three countries and have not been captured by Atlantis, you can go to the Trench Tribe and take a look. Maybe there will be a surprise."

"But."

Arthur wanted to ask more, but Martin didn't give him the chance. He flicked his tail, spun around, and swam into the sea.

"I'm leaving. See you another day. Call me if you need anything."

Arthur didn't ask any further questions. Martin helped him for free all day. Anyone with a conscience would not ask for more from him.

Arthur not only had a conscience, but he also had a lot of it, so he just waved goodbye to his friend and asked the dolphin to pull him to shore.

Martin sank into the water and shook his head. The dragon scales on his head returned to his body, and those miraculous manifestations gradually subsided.

"I met Aquaman today, who will I meet tomorrow? Will it be another member of the Justice League?"

"Don't do this! I want to rest and take a vacation. Martin's life is also a life!"

He gradually turned back into an ordinary carp, opening and closing his gills on both sides, with his eyes open, and slowly fell asleep with hope for tomorrow.

"The stock market fell again today. If it continues to fall, I will jump off the building."

"I don't want to go to work. When can I lie down and collect money?"

"It's another good day, let's go!"

"Who can come and save us?"

Martin's head was throbbing with pain, as if someone had stuffed the low-quality music used by the square dancing uncles and aunts into his head. No matter how he shook his head, he could not get rid of the harsh noise.

He wanted to reach out to cover his ears, but he felt the cold air hitting his face, as if countless ice needles were piercing every pore on his face.

The nose was filled with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty tastes, all rushing to the brain, and the top of my head almost jumped up.

"Holy shit, what the hell?"

Martin suddenly woke up and found himself thousands of miles high in the sky. There was nothing around him, even the air was very thin.

"I just laughed. Not only did they not give me vacation time, but now they don't even allow me to go home. This is too inhumane."

　It’s another day of making 10,000 yuan a day, go for it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)