"Good morning, Your Highness Beckett."
One night, a dreamless, good sleep.
When Beckett awoke from his deep slumber and opened his eyes, he saw Woz raising his hand and grinning.
"Woz has already ordered breakfast for you through the information network. You just need to wait a moment."
Woz, who didn't have a home program installed, could only order food through the information network to prepare a rich breakfast for Beckett. After all, it wasn't Gates, who was responsible for managing Beckett's daily life in the Dark Order base, although it could now connect to Gates.
"One more thing, Your Highness Beckett. General Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight's armies arrived at the Kree Empire last night and launched an attack on the planets under the Kree Empire's rule. This is information Woz saw in General Corvus Glaive's warship information log."
In the name of the Dark Order, a declaration of war against the Kree Empire. Thanos's actions surprised the entire universe, leading those who didn't know the inside story to speculate about what friction had occurred between the Kree Empire and the Dark Order.
Especially the sentence General Corvus Glaive spoke on the battlefield: "The Kree leader will pay the price for his stupidity and ignorance. No one can provoke Lord Thanos and escape without paying any price."
"They're making a move so soon? That's really his style," Beckett raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
Starting a war without a word, with discussions to follow after the battle. This leader's style of command was definitely not as slow and hesitant as Ebony Maw's.
It's just... Beckett thought Proxima Midnight's presence would make General Corvus Glaive change his style. After all, this was a joint operation. Besides their respective fleets, there were also the Chitauri troops that Beckett had handed over to Proxima Midnight.
"Yes, Your Highness Beckett. Woz suggests you be prepared to be discovered by the Skrulls. Because the Kree Empire is under attack, the Skrulls are investigating the cause and effect."
After all, it was one of the most famous empires in the universe. If their intelligence department pursued it with full force, it was hard to say whether the disguised identity Woz established on U40 planet would be seen through by the Skrulls.
"Discovered?"
Beckett, who was shirtless, paused with the clothes in his hand, his expression thoughtful.
"Beep beep!"
"Your Highness Beckett, an external signal has been detected. It requests to speak with you."
As he spoke, Woz had already detected a request from an unfamiliar signal.
"Alert, alert, Woz cannot locate the signal source. Connect?"
"Alert, alert, Woz cannot locate the signal source. Connect?"
"Alert, alert..."
The continuous flashing red lights made Beckett's eyes flicker. He chose to connect. Woz's communication frequency had always been a secret.
Two beams of light shot out from the eyes of the robotic cat Woz, forming a brilliant blue light screen in front of Beckett. The magnificent and resplendent great hall was reflected in Beckett's eyes, and the figure standing beside the throne in the hall, Hela Odinsdottir.
It wasn't the Skrulls Beckett had expected.
"Why is it that every time I see you, you're either naked or..." Hela, dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit with gold trim, asked the man on the screen, "Do you have a special fetish?"
"Hela Odinsdottir," Beckett narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.
"Do you want to die?"
Beckett was certain he hadn't revealed Woz's communication frequency to Hela. So where did she get it from?
"This is the magic of magic. You, an insulator of magic, could never understand."
Hela's lips curved upwards. She held her spear and sat on the throne where her father Odin once sat, looking at the muscular Beckett on the light screen with pleasure.
The next second, the screen went black.
The smile at the corner of Hela's eye instantly froze.
She hadn't asked about the Casket of Ancient Winters, as instructed by her father Odin, and the call was already interrupted?
When she tried to contact Woz's communication frequency again, it was like a stone cast into the sea, with no response.
Clearly, she had been blocked...
In the manor's dining room, Beckett, having finished washing up, sat at his seat and ate heartily. The food on his plate was disappearing at a visible rate.
"Your Highness Beckett, two Skrull squads have appeared outside the manor. Our identities may have been exposed."
Woz, who was on guard, reminded Beckett, who was still eating. As soon as he finished speaking, the manor gate was knocked upon.
"No need to bother with them." Beckett didn't care at all, still leisurely devouring the food on the table with the speed of a whirlwind.
"Coming, coming, who is it?"
"Why so noisy so early in the morning? Can't people sleep?"
Astra, yawning, adjusted the green helmet on his head. With The Other still in seclusion and unable to come out, he pulled open the manor gate.
The sight of fully armed Skrull soldiers instantly dispelled Astra's sleepiness. His hands instinctively reached to close the door, but it was already too late.
A verdant green arm blocked Astra's view, preventing him from closing the manor gate.
"Sachima Udonta, a nice name." The Skrull leader raised his chin and spoke Astra's disguised name, startling the latter into a cold sweat.
He just had a good night's sleep, and now he was going to prison?
"Don't worry, we're not interested in you anymore, Kree."
The pointed words echoed in Astra's ears. He looked at the Skrull soldiers standing in two lines at the manor entrance, then turned to look at the Skrull captain who had already walked into the manor. He slammed the door shut.
When in doubt, ask Beckett.
"Skrull Empire U40 Planet Director Babar, His Highness Beckett is waiting for you in the dining room."
The moment the Skrull named Babar stepped his left foot into the manor's living room, Woz's voice sounded in his ear, causing his thoughts to churn.
Is this the Artificial Intelligence from the files?
Interesting.
Following Woz's guidance, Babar arrived at the dining room without any obstruction.
The figure at the head of the table had a pile of clean plates in front of him. Beckett was still dining leisurely, paying no mind to Babar's arrival.
"You don't seem surprised," Babar said, looking at the young man before him with amusement. Despite his youth, the resume compiled by the Skrull Empire's intelligence department was enough to astound anyone.
"What's there to be surprised about?" Beckett finished his last bite of food, still not meeting Babar's gaze directly.
With Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight leading a large army to war with the Kree Empire, and in the name of the Dark Order, it was natural for the Skrull Empire, the Kree Empire's arch-rival, to want to seize this opportunity.
"Interested in a deal, Beckett?"
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