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Anna Maria Island, on the beach.

Namor, who had two strong arms exposed, walked under the parasols carrying a surfboard.

As an Atlantean who could breathe underwater, he didn't need it at all.

But in order to make himself look normal and not attract other people's attention, Namor always brought a surfboard with him and pretended to be a surfer.

"Mr. Shaw, you're here too."

Compared with the coldness of the last meeting, Namor took the initiative to greet him this time.

These days, he often chatted with this middle-aged man who claimed to be a German scientist.

Namor is always impressed by the ideas that the other party occasionally threw out.

Like a lost ship, he suddenly saw the light from a lighthouse from the darkness of the sea.

Unknowingly, Namor came to see Sebastian Shaw as a life mentor, with a little more respect in his heart.

"The warm Florida sunshine isn't often seen in the cold climate of Berlin."

Sebastian took off his dark glasses and smiled kindly.

"Because of the Third Reich's high-handed policies, there's a tension in the atmosphere. Everyone is worried that they might be the next victim of persecution and execution. "

"War is a terrible thing. Don't you think so, Namor?"

Namor, who had put down his surfboard and sat next to Sebastian, nodded his head. He also hated the war.

In the past, the Allies and Axis Powers threw mines and bombed submarines everywhere in the Pacific and Atlantic waters, which caused a lot of trouble for Atlantis.

It's like someone fighting and quarreling in front of your house every day.

If Atlantis didn't hold on to the conservative and reclusive old ideas and didn't want to communicate with the outside world, Namor would definitely teach these people a lesson.

As for joining the Allies or the Axis Powers, it depended on his mood.

"Mr. Shaw, do you think a powerful person must hide himself?"

After these days of in-depth communication, Namor began to let go of his defenses and trust Sebastian Shaw.

Of course, there were psychological hints from Emma, the White Queen.

And, Namor had his own reasons.

His father was a Captain. When he went to the Antarctic to explore, the route was blocked, so he ordered the sailors to blow up the ice floes but ended up injuring the Princess of Atlantis and brought her to the ship for treatment.

After that, it was the usual soap opera tragic romance story.

The Captain thought that the Princess of Atlantis was very pure and unpretentious. She was different from all the American girls she had known before.

The Atlantis Princess had no contact with the outside world and knew almost nothing about human beings, so she was easily seduced by the ship's Captain.

The two of them fell in love, got married, and did everything they had to do.

However, when the King of Atlantis saw that his daughter hadn't returned for several months, thinking that something had happened -- maybe being kidnapped or abducted by human beings.

He directly dispatched his army, found their whereabouts, and killed everyone, including the ship's Captain.

A few months later, the widowed Princess gave birth to Namor.

This is the tragic story of the Sea King on Marvel's side.

If there are similarities, it's purely for reference.

When Sebastian appeared, he played the role of a knowledgeable mentor and instantly brought Namor into the equation.

"Why would influential people want to hide themselves? Would lions hide among a flock of sheep to make themselves look harmless? Unless it's to hide from hunters. "

Sebastian smiled; so many days of brainwashing finally took effect.

Before he came into contact with Namor, he learned about Atlantis through Hydra.

Namor's skin color is different from that of a normal Atlantean, which caused him to be discriminated against by his people and considered a lower class 'deviant'.

To protect her son, the Princess had to take Namor to the slums and later to Manhattan.

When the King grew old, he remembered that he had a grandson. So, he called Namor, who had grown up, back to him.

After a series of struggles and battles for the throne, Namor was finally recognized as the ruler of the four seas and the new King of Atlantis.

Some of this information is the information held by Hydra, and some are the intelligence that Emma, the White Queen, heard by going deep into his mind.

All in all, Atlantis had just completed the transfer of power.

The old King died, and Namor succeeded.

There were still many old conservative forces in the nation, and it was in a relatively chaotic state.

Namor, who ascended to the throne, never received royal education. He grew up in slums and land and was confused about how to be a King.

Namor, do you remember the mutants I mentioned before? They have all kinds of special abilities. So, they could be said to be gifted and pioneers on the path of evolution. "

Sebastian sat up, left the deckchair, and said, word for word, "But they have driven away and hunted by humans. Why is that?"

"Because they lack a leader! A King who can unite the mutants around him and give them the courage to stand up against tyranny!"Feeling Sebastian's expectant eyes, Namor couldn't help but feel the illusion of -- I'm that guy!

The fierce emotions were like roaring waves, one after another, washing away what little sanity he had.

"Mr. Shaw ..."

Namor hesitated to disclose his status as a mutant.

He had no sense of belonging to Atlantis for the time being, and he knew nothing about being a good King.

Hearing Sebastian talk about the plight of his fellow mutants, Namor felt compassionate and wanted to be the one in a million leader.

"Namor, if I'm not mistaken, you're a mutant, right?"

Sebastian struck while the iron was hot and sincerely said, "When I saw you at the beach bar before, I had a subtle hunch -- Namor, you're the one I'm looking for!"

"We are compatriots! Genes are far more reliable than the bonds of blood!"

Namor, who just wanted to tell him about his identity, looked shocked and asked in surprise, "Mr. Shaw, are you a mutant, too?"

The latter nodded and smiled, "Not only me but also Miss Frost, whom you met before. We formed the Hellfire Club together. "

"The purpose is to save the suffering compatriots, resist the tyranny of mankind, and build a beautiful world belonging to mutants!"

Namor frowned as he remembered the conversations he'd had with Sebastian over the past few days. It was mostly about race, genetics, evolution, and other issues.

Maybe Mr. Shaw had been testing him. Was he testing him?

"That's right. "

Sebastian affirmed.

His sharp eyes pierced Namor's heart as if he could see through people's hearts.

"You are the leader the mutants have been waiting for! The King who will save his people and lead us to a new future!"

Although Stanislavski hasn't written 'An Actor Prepares' yet at this time, Sebastian Shaw thoroughly explained what superb acting was with determined eyes and a sincere tone in his voice.

He was almost convinced by himself, let alone Namor.

"Why me?"

Namor, who no one had ever recognized since he was a child, seemed flattered and asked back.

"You're both an Atlantean and a mutant. You are the only bridge connecting the two worlds underwater and on land!"

Sebastian replied, selectively ignoring the fact that Namor still has some human blood in his body.

"Join us, Namor. When the time comes, the Atlantean civilization could rule the world together with the mutants. You occupy the four oceans, and we would own land. "

When faced with this invitation, a strange voice deep inside Namor's heart kept urging him to say yes.

"Mr. Shaw, I am willing to participate in the great cause of saving our compatriots. "

The fooled Sea King pursed his lips, nodded, and replied.

"Very well. The -- welcome to the Hellfire Club. "

Sebastian held out his hand. His downcast eyes flashed with a hint of light.

Finally, Atlantis was tied to his ship. The next step was to seek revenge from Superman.

Before that, the account in Rome hasn't been settled yet!