An Atlantean transport ship brought the relatives of Namor's subordinates.
A crate sat before Allen, containing Seventh Metal.
The unrefined metal ore had a shimmering layer on its surface, signifying its extraordinary properties.
Handing over so much magical metal was a painful expense even for Atlantis.
However, for Atlan, staying alive was the highest priority.
Magical metal could be collected again after it was gone. There was no need to cling to it.
"Pink dolphins."
Nanaue excitedly walked over to a glass tank and stared at a dolphin with faint pink skin.
"Nanaue, do you like the gift I got you?" Allen asked smugly.
"Hehe... Nanaue likes it."
Nanaue gently stroked the dolphin's skin.
The pink dolphin stuck its head out of the water and sprayed him.
Nanaue happily hugged the dolphin and kissed it. "Master, the dolphin likes Nanaue."
Allen wore a fond, fatherly smile. "You two really are a match made in heaven."
Dolphins and sharks were natural enemies. Wasn't it a little against common sense for them to be together?
Of course, if they liked each other, what right did anyone else have to interfere?
Atlan drafted a treaty guaranteeing that, for as long as his bloodline remained on the throne, they would not declare war on Themyscira.
This written agreement might remain valid while he was still in power, but once a successor took the throne, it would probably become nothing more than a scrap of paper.
In truth, Atlantis and Themyscira had been at odds for a long time. It simply had never escalated to the point of an endless war.
Future problems could be dealt with in the future.
For now, ensuring Themyscira's safety was enough.
"Good wine."
Thor drained the crystal bottle in one gulp and nodded with great satisfaction.
Atlantis was technologically