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Raymond was cursing Karl, but his eyes were full of satisfaction and a smile.

Within the entire militia, there are very few young people like Karl who have a clear understanding of themselves and genuinely recognize the value of militia duties.

With the rapid development and rise of the territory, and the increasing activity of those trainers, the militia began to feel uneasy.

Especially after Lord Ryan held the investiture ceremony, many militiamen's hearts were set on fire, unwilling to remain just militiamen.

They yearn to become trainers, to follow Lord Ryan into battle, to achieve great feats, and finally, to kneel before a crowd of onlookers and receive the knighthood that symbolizes glory and status.

Just as he said, recently many militia members have come to him for advice on the trainer assessment, their eyes filled with eager anticipation.

There were also a few hotheads who even privately encouraged him to ask Lord Ryan for permission to lead the militia into battle.

As a result, he kicked each of them twice without mercy, his face darkening, and they went off to patrol, cursing and swearing.

Raymond knew that his actions might be misinterpreted as hindering the militia's future, driven by jealousy or some other ulterior motive.

But he doesn't care.

He had seen real battlefields, though only small-scale conflicts and defenses against beast tides. The sight of flesh and blood flying everywhere, and the bone-deep fear of facing death, had already made him understand the cruelty of war.

If those militia members simply wanted to become trainers, Raymond would never have stopped them.

Putting aside the generous benefits and treatment for trainers, Lord Ryan's intention to promote the trainer profession alone is enough to make him provide the militia with all the assistance he can.

However, the question is, are these restless minds really content with just being a trainer?
Raymond knew these young men he had watched grow up all too well; each one of them was restless and eager to prove themselves on the battlefield.

However, they only saw the trainers' glory on the battlefield, their accumulating merits, and the honor they received after victory, but they ignored the enormous risks behind it!

You should know that in every war, those trainers who behave strangely and seem to have no concept of death are always the absolute main force at the forefront!
Even the lord's elite knight troops often only provide support from the flanks. What does this mean?
This means that trainers bear the heaviest, most direct, and most brutal combat responsibilities on the battlefield!
Indeed, since Lord Ryan took over the territory, victory has been achieved in every war, big or small, and trainers have suffered almost no real casualties.

But Raymond knew perfectly well that none of this was a matter of course; it was all because of the widely accepted rumor in the territory—that these trainers were blessed by the gods!

He had witnessed the trainers' crazy behavior in war. If it weren't for the protection of the gods, their fearless, even reckless, way of charging into battle would have resulted in a terrifyingly high casualty rate!
They were dancing on the edge of a knife, with every victory accompanied by enormous potential risks.

Trainers have the protection of the gods and are naturally not afraid of these risks, but what about the militia?
That mysterious deity seems to favor only those trainers whose behavior patterns are different from ordinary people and whose thinking is unconventional. Ordinary militia members cannot receive His protection even if they pass the trainer test.

Without divine favor, sending militiamen to the real battlefield? What's the difference between that and sending them to their deaths in a line?
Although Raymond knew that Lord Ryan would never send the militia to the battlefield, he feared that some militiamen, in a fit of rage, might think that becoming trainers would allow them to fight and secretly run off to their deaths.

It took Raymond a considerable amount of time and effort to finally calm down the hot-blooded militiamen in the ranks who were clamoring to pledge allegiance to Lord Ryan.

He had assumed that Carl would also want to make a name for himself on the battlefield, just like those militiamen. After all, Carl was young and ambitious, and he often came into contact with trainers, so he should be the most easily swayed.

Moreover, this kid's talent as a trainer is terrible; he didn't even pass the beginner trainer exam. Other militia members might have a slight chance of surviving on the battlefield, but if he were to go to the battlefield, he would definitely die!

So Raymond kept Carl by his side these past few days, intending to give the kid a good talking-to and completely dispel his unrealistic ideas.

Who would have thought that Karl had not shown any desire in the past few days, but just now he expressed his true thoughts from the bottom of his heart - he only wanted to be an honest militiaman, without any other extravagant hopes or fantasies.

This rare clarity and composure made Raymond find Karl increasingly pleasing to the eye, especially when compared to the restless and uneasy militiamen; Karl's performance was all the more commendable.

Raymond looked at Karl in front of him, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind: this kid was quite to his liking, and perhaps he could groom him as his future successor.

Carl noticed Raymond's scrutinizing gaze and then cautiously said:

"Captain, could you please stop looking at me like that? It's creepy."

Raymond frowned upon hearing this and said, "What? You're not some young lady, why can't I look at you?"

"As the saying goes, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. You're not hiding something, are you?"

Carl pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "What kind of saying is that? These are clearly things that trainers have said."

"What did you say?!" Raymond's voice suddenly rose.

Karl quickly shook his head: "It's nothing. I've been by your side these past few days, and you've seen everything I do. I haven't had time to do anything else."

"Oh? What about when you weren't with me? Did you talk badly about me with those trainers?" Raymond pressed.

"No, no! How could I possibly speak ill of you behind your back!" Karl waved his hands repeatedly.

Raymond sneered, "Really? Little Karl, haven't I told you that you unconsciously touch your nose when you lie?"

Upon hearing this, Karl immediately put down his hand that was touching his nose, but unfortunately it was too late.

He looked around nervously, stammering as he tried to change the subject:

"I... I just have a slightly itchy nose. Please don't worry about it."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shouted as if he had seen a savior:
"Rockdog, what's wrong?"

Raymond scoffed, "Hmph, stop trying to be clever. You're not getting anywhere until you've explained yourself clearly."

"Wang Woo!"

Before he could finish speaking, Raymond heard a low growl in his ear.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that his Rockruff had lowered its body, looking as if it were facing a great enemy, while Karl's Rockruff had hidden directly behind them.

Seeing this, Raymond shook his head helplessly. He could only make his Rockhound wary without treating it as an enemy.
Before Raymond could think further, a childish voice rang out:
"Damn it, the rockhound's sense of smell is really sharp, it still managed to find us!"

"But it's okay, we won't lose in a head-on battle either!"

"Bubo, use Lightning Flash!"

"Pamo!"

Raymond, hearing that all-too-familiar voice and hearing the orange figure rushing towards him, covered his forehead in exasperation.

"Karl, it's up to you now."

"Huh? Me?" Karl pointed to himself.

Raymond glanced at him: "Otherwise, you should know who's here, right? I don't want to fight her."

"But."

"No buts! Just treat it as regular training!"

"All right."

Karl sighed silently. "Rank can be incredibly powerful!"
He looked down at the rockhound hiding behind his legs and said, "Stop hiding, let's finish this quickly."

Rock Dog gave him a resentful look, as if to say, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one getting hit."

However, it still obeyed Karl's command and leaped to stand in front of him.

"Let me think... I'll use Shadow Clone first." "Woof!"

When Carl gave the order, Bubo had already rushed in front of Rock Dog.

In his haste, Rock Dog could only manage to create two clones.

Fortunately, it was lucky; Bubo chose the wrong target and crashed into its clone.

Taking advantage of the moment, Karl ordered, "Now! Use Rockfall!"

Upon hearing this, Rock Dog conjured several small rocks and threw them at Bubo.

"Then use Lightning Strike!" the childish voice continued to command.

Bubo charged toward Rockruff with lightning speed, a white light flashing behind him as he dodged the rocks and closed in on Rockruff once more.

Seeing this, Carl clicked his tongue and said, "This little guy is getting more and more agile. Let's just go head-to-head then!"

"Rockdog, use Tackle!"

"Wang Woo!"

Rock Dog growled and charged at Bubo.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the two little ones' heads collided.

They took two steps back and stared intently at each other.

After a moment, they all covered their heads in unison, letting out a cry of pain with tears welling up in their eyes.

"Pamo~"

"Wow~"

Seeing this, Carl scratched his head awkwardly. Just as he was about to turn to Raymond and say something, the child's voice rang out again.

"Karl and Rock Dog have gotten a lot stronger!"

"Since that's the case, I have no choice but to use that move!"

"Bubo, let Karl witness our bond! Use Dig!"

"That's enough!" Raymond shouted, halting this stalemate.

He looked up at the small figure in front of him, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

"My sweet daughter, what brings you here? Come here and let Daddy give you a hug~"

"No! This battle isn't over yet!" Bella pouted and refused.

Raymond shook his head slightly: "No, this is a city wall, you can't use the digging technique here."

Bella waved her little hand confidently and said, "Then I won't let Bubo use the digging tool."

"That won't work either. Your brother Karl still has to patrol, and Rock Dog's condition can't be affected."

Raymond explained softly, "I already made an exception by letting him exchange two blows with you. You two can't continue fighting."

After hearing Raymond's explanation, Bella, though somewhat disappointed, still nodded understandingly.
"Alright then, I won't disturb Brother Karl's work any longer."

Raymond was about to praise Bella when he noticed her gaze fixed on him:
"What about you, Dad? Are you on patrol too?"

Raymond said, half-laughing and half-crying, "What? If Dad doesn't patrol, are you going to hit Dad in front of Brother Karl?"

Bella toddled up to Raymond and said ingratiatingly:
"How can this be called hitting you? We're just exchanging feelings!"

Upon hearing this, Raymond's face immediately fell: "Those bad boys taught you to say that, didn't they? Didn't I tell you to stay away from them?"

Bella puffed out her cheeks and said unhappily, "Daddy, they're not bad boys at all!"

"Those older brothers are all very nice people, and I love playing with them the most! You're not allowed to say that about them!"

Raymond: "."

Damn it, it's those bastards again!

Not only did he teach his daughter to say strange things, but he also took Bella around everywhere. This Buddy was brought back from their trip to the breeding farm!

He still vividly remembers the shock he felt when he came home that day and saw Bella holding Bubba, and the pain his wife caused him when she twisted her waist!
For a whole week, he could only sleep in the living room!

You can't blame his wife for making a mountain out of a molehill. No matter how cute Bulbasaur is, it's still a Pokémon with a certain amount of destructive power. In the past, it was even called a monster!
Even if they have changed their views on Pokémon and can coexist peacefully with them, it doesn't mean they can let Bella have contact with Pokémon.

After all, Bella is still too young and doesn't know how to interact with Pokémon. If she accidentally upsets a Pokémon and something goes wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That's why Raymond's wife was so angry. As the captain of the militia, he hadn't even taken good care of his own daughter.

Raymond had no choice but to accept the punishment and then go and cause trouble for those trainers.

Those trainers were quite responsible and admitted their mistakes, saying they just wanted to find Bella a partner.

Although they believed that Bup was gentle and very fond of Bella, making it unlikely that anything unexpected would happen, they also felt that the Raymonds' concerns were not unfounded.

Therefore, after sincerely apologizing to Raymond, they offered to take Bup away and find the little guy a new trainer.

However, Bella had already developed feelings for Bubo, so how could she bear to let him leave? The usually sensible Bella threw a tantrum for the first time, strongly demanding that Bubo stay.

Looking at their daughter crying her eyes out and the pitiful Bubba, Raymond and his wife finally softened and agreed to their daughter's request, officially making Bubba a member of their family.

Although the incident ended well, Raymond still didn't have a good impression of those trainers, fearing they would corrupt his precious daughter.

Despite all his precautions, he still couldn't prevent it! His beloved daughter started to side with outsiders!
Carl, who was watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly heard a "creaking" sound. He immediately looked around and muttered to himself:

"Strange, aren't there markings made by the meerkat tribe on the city walls? How come I can still hear Rattata's voice!"

When he followed the sound and saw Captain Raymond with an expressionless face, his expression froze instantly.

"Oh, I see."

"shut up!"

"Okay~" (End of Chapter)