"A trade?"
Beckett stopped wiping his lips and turned his head, his gaze falling on the Skrull in front of him. The iconic green skin, and a face that bore some resemblance to Magma, whom he had killed on Tofa Star, struck him.
Or rather, to Beckett, all Skrulls looked pretty much the same.
"That's right, a trade. Interested in talking, Beckett?" Seeing that he had Beckett's attention, Babar raised an eyebrow and pulled over a chair to sit down.
"Not interested."
Beckett smirked, leaning back in his chair.
With a blunt refusal, Beckett's unconventional move completely blocked whatever Babar had planned to say.
"This is a win-win trade."
"You're currently at an advantage by attacking the Kree Empire, but you haven't been able to conquer them in a short time. However, if our two sides cooperate, the situation will be different."
Babar paused, his voice laced with a hint of persuasion. What he was saying aligned with Beckett's earlier suspicions.
After Woz reported Corvus Glaive's relentless movements, he had guessed that the Skrull Empire, the Kree Empire's sworn enemy, would not be able to sit still.
The power of the Dark Order was not something that the riff-raff of the universe could compare to. Having an ally with such strength was something the Skrull Empire's staff would naturally take seriously.
Although they didn't know what provocation Thanos had received to make such a decision, it didn't stop the Skrull Empire from striking their old rival.
It was time to settle the score between the two great empires. Thanos's involvement gave the Skrulls hope of destroying the Kree Empire in one fell swoop.
"Continue."
Listening to Babar's persuasion, Beckett continuously tapped the table with his left index finger, a cold glint in his eyes that wouldn't dissipate.
Babar frowned at Beckett's arrogant demeanor, his fingers twitching subconsciously. A flicker of unease flashed through him.
Although he had a general understanding of Beckett's personality from the intelligence report, he couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion upon meeting him in person.
"The Skrull Empire's Seventh Army is stationed on U40 Planet." Babar said no more, confident that his statement was enough.
"The Seventh Army isn't here right now." Beckett shook his head and stood up, looking down at Babar from above.
He never believed in empty words.
"But they will return in two days." Babar, completely unfazed by Beckett's gaze, fiddled with a small object on the table and then mentioned another name: "And the Kree, Astra. We will withdraw the warrant for his arrest."
"I told you, this is a win-win trade. We Skrulls never let our partners lose out. I believe you can see that from the prosperity of U40 Planet."
"I believe Thanos thinks the same way, otherwise he wouldn't have sent you to U40 Planet. So, this is my sincerity."
With that, Babar took out three identification cards from his pocket and placed them in front of Beckett.
"This is my personal sincerity."
Shrugging, Babar left the decision to Beckett, a choice for both parties.
Beckett glanced at the cards on the table, all bearing his name.
"Each card represents the resources of one planet, a personal gift from me. If Thanos is willing to cooperate, we can offer three hundred planets as a deposit."
"In two days, Baltan and Glass will return to inform me."
"Pleasure cooperating with you."
Babar's smile was exceptionally bright upon hearing this. Astra, who had been eavesdropping from the entrance of the restaurant, pouted. He watched Babar leave, muttering disdainfully, "A fool who's being sold and still helping count the money."
"But these scumbags are really generous. You haven't done anything yet, and they've already given you the resources of three planets."
"If you want them, they're yours."
Glancing at Astra, who was marveling, Beckett left with a parting remark and turned away from the manor. He hadn't touched the three cards on the table at all.
He didn't trust Babar; he trusted his own intuition more. And his intuition told him something was wrong.
Putting himself in their shoes, Beckett felt that if he were a high-level decision-maker on U40 Planet, discovering three strangers with deliberately disguised identities on his planet, he wouldn't immediately rush to negotiate a trade.
Not to mention that Babar had explicitly revealed Astra's Kree identity.
There was no trust between the Skrulls and the Kree, especially since Astra was a scientist who had invented various weapons of war to attack the Skrull Empire.
To Beckett, Babar's actions seemed more like a show, an attempt to pique his curiosity.
"His Highness Beckett, the surveillance system around the manor has been successfully disabled."
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"For me?"
"I don't believe you." After Beckett left, Astra played with the three cards bearing Beckett's name, tossing them in the air.
These were the resources of three entire planets, given to him?
Astra would sooner believe that his brother wasn't dead, but had simply changed his identity and gone to live on a planet he didn't know.
"Beckett? Why are you back? Didn't you go to chase that suspicious Babar?"
Catching sight of Beckett re-entering the restaurant out of the corner of his eye, Astra continued to play with the cards in his hand.
"Babar? What are you talking about?"
Beckett frowned, his words causing Astra to freeze abruptly. The cards he was juggling fell to the ground.
"That wasn't you just now?!"
"No, wait! It's possible you're the fake one!"
In his agitation, Astra seemed to recall something, his face instantly filling with vigilance.
"Just now? A Skrull mimicked me?"
Beckett's brow furrowed, his expression turning grim in an instant. "What exactly happened just now? Tell me, now, immediately."
"Your Highness Beckett! I succeeded!"
"I successfully created the Frost Bomb as you requested!" As soon as Beckett finished speaking, The Other, who had worked tirelessly all night, held up the blue crystal in his hand and spun around the living room for a long time. Finally, he ran up to Beckett and, as if presenting a treasure, handed the Frost Bomb to Beckett.
"Oh? It's done? Good work." Beckett took the bomb and replied casually, causing the smile on The Other's face to freeze instantly.
His Highness Beckett never said that word.
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