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

The condescending arrogance made Mera stare at her.

This was the first time she discovered the temperament that attracted her the most.

The king's temperament.

"No, Beckett."

"You should be the real king."

"Not me."

Mera bent down and picked up the golden trident that fell at his feet, looking at Beckett's eyes full of dazzling colors.

Kill Carlson with his hands and fist trident.

She is just a person who enjoys all this.

Mera is very self-aware.

She had not been recognized by the Golden Trident at all. If it weren't for Beckett, she would not have even passed the Trench Country level.

What qualifications are she qualified to be king like this?

"I?"

"If I become the king of the ocean, I will not stop your father as you expected."

Beckett sneered, and a hint of disappointment gradually emerged in his eyes.

It fell into Mera's eyes, it was very dazzling.

"Not only that, I will urge your father to start the war as much as possible."

"Stop kidding Beckett-"

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

With beautiful eyes and smiles gradually disappeared under Beckett's gaze.

"I never joke."

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

"Do you know?"

“I once saw a man on a planet called Gafa.”

"He is the ruler of that planet, the king in the actual sense."

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

"He believes that some people are born to be ruled because those people are constantly escaping the responsibilities they should bear."

"Even if they already have enough strength."

Beckett was disappointed with Mera.

He never expected that after he got the golden trident that symbolized the royal power, Mera's first choice was to give it to him, rather than using this trident to realize his ideal.

"What?" Mera, who was ridiculed for no reason, widened her eyes.

What did she do wrong?

Is she doing something wrong?

She hadn't received recognition from the Golden Trident at all, and she could not have relied on it to become the Queen of the Ocean.

The one who conquered it was Beckett, who was obviously just a person who enjoyed it.

That's it, is she still wrong?

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

"Give me."

Beckett was too lazy to listen and directly interrupted Mera's explanation.

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

Click!

The joy on Mera's face instantly solidified.

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

Dang!

The trident that broke into two sections fell 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.

"I have the right to break it when you hand it over to me." Beckett poked his toes and the broken trident flew directly to Woz.

"Woz, get it and barbecue." Beckett ordered to Woz.

"As for orders, His Highness Beckett."

"???" Mera widened her eyes and watched as Woz struggled to cut off a bunch of Carlson's meat and put it on the trident...

"Beckett, you-"

"Weapons are not for supply, but for use, no matter what their purpose is."

"I'm very disappointed with you." Beckett shook his head, and his adoptive father Thanos's tone was instantly raised.

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

It's real barbecue.

When Mera and Atlana hurriedly swam out of the waterfall, they saw the scene that Woz was busy spreading seasonings.

The vigorous flames burned the meat on the golden trident. The weapons of the first king of Atlantis have now become barbecue cards, which feels quite magical.

The main reason is that the meat that is roasted is indeed very fragrant.

The kind that smells like ten miles away.

"Ms. Mera, Ms. Atlana, do you want to eat barbecue?"

Woz grinned and greeted Mera and the two of them with a white hat that was touched from their pockets on their bare head and a round waist.

While greeting, he also held a fan and fanned the air.

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

“Because I want to do that.”

Becket lies on the vine and shakes his body and sneeres.

He really doesn't understand Mera's mentality.

A living person actually has to obey the orders of a weapon?

"This weapon was created after the King of Atlantis unified the Seven Seas. How do you know that he had never used it to roast meat?"

Beckett even suspected that the first king should have used it to grill fish, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why this thing is so similar to human harpoons.

"I-" Mera wanted to refute, but for a moment she didn't know how to reverse it.

"You are trampling on the dignity of the entire underwater world, Beckett." Atlana, who saw Beckett's thoughts, shook her head and continued the topic aloud.

"In the legend that has been circulated for thousands of years, only those who have been recognized by the Golden Trident can become the king of the ocean."

“It makes sense for Mera to give up.”

"Queen Atlana..." Meira, who was poked at Atlana's elbow, listened to what she said, and suddenly recalled Beckett's previous words in her ear.

【I am very disappointed with you.】

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

[He believes that some people are born to be doomed because those people are constantly escaping the responsibilities they should bear.]

【Even if they already have enough strength.】

"You think I'm evading responsibility?"

"Oh, have you reacted?" Beckett opened his eyes and reached out to take the barbecue handed over by Woz, and ate it very delicious.

Can't be king without being recognized by the Trident?

It's just farting!

To put it bluntly, it is just a weapon made by man. What qualifications are there?

"A harpoon, after being recognized by the king, it is a holy thing, without the king's recognition, it may even be a baked pie."

"You have clearly made up your mind to stop the war, so why do you give up just because of a mere weapon?"

"After all, it's because of your cowardice."

The disappointed Beckett said happily in one breath, and the gravy was splattered everywhere with one bite.

As for why I was disappointed.

Beckett didn't know either.

Anyway, he was just disappointed.
Chapter completed!