Martin Variety in American Comics

The old Tom dared to guarantee that he saw the boring expression from the eyes of the golden red carp.

"Are the fish so smart now?"

The old Tom looked at the carp in the bubble, curious for a while.

Martin looked at the face that was closer, and his tail fell quickly, saying to Arthur, "Is it blocked? I am just an innocent and cute carp. Although it looks very powerful, it will die if it looks like it is very powerful. of."

Martin had a dying experience, and many times, but in the end, he made through his own cleverness.

Although he was also curious, what he would look like after his death, he didn't want to experience the end of the game in person.

"Dad, prepare a larger fish tank for my friend, and put on clean fresh water."

Arthur quickly grabbed his father's hand to stop him from curious about Martin.

"You, always do something strange, there is this time ..."

"Stop it! I'm not a primary school student, how can I face Atlantis, I know it. Don't mumble."

Every time I go home, Arthur will experience such a conversation, and I have long thought about how to deal with my father.

The old Tom was not a stubborn person. Arthur didn't want to mention it, he didn't persist, and soon he was ready to be filled with a fish tank filled with fresh water.

Puff!

Martin took the initiative to break through the bubbles, jumped into the fish tank, and swam a few laps in fresh water, relieved.

There are too many impurities in the natural seawater, and it is not comfortable to swim there.

Through the fish tank, looking at Arthur's house, he was a very ordinary house. There was nothing special, but he was cleaned very cleanly, revealing that the owner of the house was a diligent person.

The old Tom was busy immediately. He was going to drive to the town to buy fresh ingredients. He wanted to make a big meal for his son and his carp friends.

"Arthur, what do your carp friends eat?"

Before the old Tom went out, he asked.

"Of course he eats fish."

Ah Arthur's answer was splashed by Martin's water and splashed with water.

"I told you early, I am still personal, eat a ghost fish food."

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

Arthur quickly changed his mouth: "What do we eat, what he eats, dad, you are ready."

The old Tom looked at this weird scene and shook his head and left his house.

Arthur took the ice beer from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa with one butt, turned on the TV, and looked at the rugby game.

He put Martin's tank on the table next to him and stuffed him with a potato chips.

Martin raised his head to surface, biting potato chips a little bit, and said to Arthur: "The so -called tree is quiet and the wind is more windy. You want to live with your father for a lifetime, but the people on the bottom of the sea will not let you let you let you let you let you let you go. Live such a day! "

Although Arthur looked careless, it was just that he used to disguise his own case.

Seeing that the other party did not forget his own part of eating potato chips, Martin recognized him and reminded him a few words.

When it comes to Atlantis, Arthur feels that the beer in his mouth is not tasteless, but he is not perfunctory Martin like a perfunctory father.

It is not that I have just met my friends who have been more close to my dad who has raised himself for nearly thirty years, but Martin has nothing to do with this matter. When you are outside the game, you can see more clearly.

He slightly sideways, and Martin, who was watching potato chips, said, "Of course, I know that those who want to war at the bottom of the sea will never let me go."

"Wrong! Wrong!"

Martin finished the potato chips, patted his stomach, and waved the fish fin to negate Arthur's view: "I don't want you to be stable, but it's not just the main war factions of Om.

Those Lord and faction do not want to drag you back to the bottom of the sea, otherwise these crowds will have no heads, and how to fight against the opponents of the main battle. "

"It seems that if I insist on living a stable day with my dad, then face two different enemies."

Arthur was cultivated by the old Tom as a king since he was a child.

Although the old Tom, as a tower guard, does not know what the king looks like, he can learn how to cultivate a modern elite from various news.

From an early age, Arthur has been soaked in history, philosophy, and sociological books. Even if he is a hard memorization, he also knows how to analyze the logic of real society.

The moment Martin reminded Arthur's mind, he turned.

He touched his beard and murmured: "The reason why those underwestern people have not looked for me yet. I am afraid that Om has not been able to integrate Atlantis's resources.

"Frankly, your brother is still a bit capable. He is really enough to bear it enough."

Martin vomited a small bubble, and he commented on Om himself: "Unfortunately, he is not high in vision, and he does not know that there is a wider world outside the sea and higher ideal pursuit.

That guy can develop to the present, and it is entirely the opponent who is too pulling, so that he has the opportunity to grow. "

The kind of king or the emperor shouted, the power of the entire country quickly integrated together, and fulfilling his best to complete a goal, it only existed in the fantasies of the producer literati.

If you want to mobilize the war, you need to mobilize resources, and the supplies have no ears and long legs.

It is impossible for you to shout, and those resources are obedient to where you want it to go.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

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

Throughout the ages, the most outstanding leaders are not judged by their literary talent or how strong their fists are, but by how many people they can unite to follow them.

"Before the Industrial Revolution, the magic weapon used by monarchs of various countries to control their people was steel knives and morality.

If they don't obey, they will wield steel knives to kill them. When they are willing to listen, they will press the words of God and saints into their heads."

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

Arthur shook his head: "The king of Atlantis has great power, because the first king saved Atlantis from falling into the sea, and every king since then has the power to control the ocean."

Martin nodded: "I know your answer. When power changes in Atlantis, the blood shed is no less than that on land."

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

Arthur took a 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 this blood have been killed by those bastards. In this case, what does what happens in the sea have to do with me?"

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

"If they fight and play too much, and want to take the whole earth with them, that's their own problem."

Martin felt that the demands of the Atlantis peace party on Arthur were really unreasonable.

These people couldn't stand the impact of the war party, so they wanted to use the name of righteousness to pull Arthur into the sea and charge for them.

Where were these people when Queen Atlanna died thirty years ago?

In the past thirty years, when old Tom raised Arthur with great difficulty, where did the others go except for Vico, the captain of the royal guard?

Arthur had only one attitude towards Martin, that is, it was a pity that they met too late, and finally there was someone who could understand him and did not persuade him to take any bullshit responsibility.

In excitement, Arthur was about to have a fight with Martin.

But suddenly the alarm of a ship approaching sounded in the lighthouse.

"How could a big ship approach the port of the lighthouse in broad daylight?"

Arthur stood up and approached the window.

Martin had a bad feeling in his heart.

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

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