The blue-green fruit was brought to his lips, its dark green juice bursting across his mouth. It tasted like a pear soaked in seawater.
As he listened to Deathstroke explain the plan, Arthur chewed the fruit in huge bites like an oversized hamster.
This thing originally had a long Atlantis name and was actually a kind of algae, but since it was a fruit that grew in seawater, there was nothing wrong with calling it fruit.
He had been busy ever since all sorts of monsters started appearing from the seafloor, and he really was hungry now. Being so large naturally meant having a large appetite.
And where had Deathstroke found all these novel foods? Why was this crab meat so tender? He had to ask how it was prepared.
There was one enormous advantage to Poseidonis rising above the sea: they could make fires and eat cooked food.
Although the royal palace had a kitchen, it was essentially just a place with knives and plates. The last time they invited Barry and Deathstroke over for grilled fish, they had even put together the grill on the spot, as if they were out in the wilderness.
So after Su Ming spoke for so long, only Arthur himself knew how much of it he had actually taken in.
"Well? You understand now, right?" Su Ming looked questioningly at the burly, long-haired, bearded man. Arthur really did have the air of one of those sword-bearing brutes from Game of Thrones.
"Huh? Sure! No problem, leave it all to me!" Arthur looked startled for an instant, but quickly grinned and thumped his chest with a resounding bang.
Beside him, Mera covered her forehead, her slender fingers trembling slightly. If Diana had not been standing nearby, smiling without a word, Mera would have wanted