Elf: I'm Just a Commentator

The environment here means Lin Xuan and the others have to filter their water a little before drinking it, otherwise...

"Pah! Why is it all sand?!"

Lin Xuan had just drunk a cup of water that Gallade had given her, and then immediately spat it out. She then looked at the cup in front of her eyes.

Good grief, a layer of sand was laid at the bottom of the cup, and Lin Xuan drank a cup of sand directly.

Gallade could only express her helplessness.

He's not a Water-type Pokémon, and he doesn't use a Water Blade specifically for drinking. Only Lin Xuan would come up with such a bizarre idea.

He didn't know how to filter water; he was lucky to have any in the desert, so he just made do with whatever he could drink.

Lin Xuan's lips twitched, then he put the cup away, and sighed at his master's terrible behavior, which made him forget to bring any water.

Meanwhile, the Gyarados came over and poked Lin Xuan with its tail.

He's clearly the expert in this area! Why are you looking for Gallade?!

Gyarados took a mouthful of Water Gun directly into its mouth, and then... *sizzle*

A small water gun shot into Lin Xuan's cup, and it was indeed much clearer than Gallade's.

But Lin Xuan only wanted to say: ...

"It's alright, I'm a dignified waveguide master, I won't die even if I don't drink water for a few days, let's go!"

Gyarados stated that it had suffered unprecedented bullying from the team.

Why won't these guys drink the water they created? Even Poison Baby looks disgusted.

Isn't it just... isn't it just something that comes out of the mouth?

All that can be said is that even here, Xiao Xi and Xiao Mi's talents still come into play.

Although there were fewer mushrooms here, Xiao Xi and Xiaomi still managed to dig up some rare ores. However, because Lin Xuan's backpack was too small, they only kept the rarest ones, such as the top-quality fire stone that Lin Xuan was holding in his hand, which was still faintly emitting a warm glow.

Lin Xuan packed up his things. After walking for almost half a day, he felt that the sky was starting to get darker, and the surrounding dust had finally decreased. The visibility of the small dot after it flew into the air had also improved considerably.

So Little Dot quickly spotted a huge sign standing not far ahead, with something written on it, and it looked rather modern.

Now, whenever Lin Xuan sees something like this, she can't help but think it's Qin Guan's work.

After all, it really does seem like something he would do.

After finally spotting some targets, Lin Xuan and his group moved forward at a faster pace.

Fortunately, after coming out of the cave, they didn't need to worry about directions anymore; they could just go straight. Otherwise, who knows where Lin Xuan would end up?

Soon, Lin Xuan and his group arrived at the huge symbol they had seen earlier. Standing beneath it, Lin Xuan turned to Xiaodian and Yibu and said:

"I bet you two a month's allowance that this thing was definitely made by the advisor!"

"Dandan!"

Only a fool would gamble like that!

"Boy!"

[Just say you want to cut our allowance!]

This huge sign is no different from the "Welcome to XX Village" signs that are hung on highways outside. The biggest difference is probably that it has a huge hand-drawn image of the chairman himself hanging on it.

It's quite good even if you call it a hand-drawn piece; to put it bluntly, even a child's drawing would look better than this.

That's why Lin Xuan and Ibu could immediately tell it was Qin Guan's work; they just didn't know how the old man had painted it.

But to be honest, the president probably doesn't have any talent in this area; the things he draws... are really ugly!

Lin Xuan decided that next time she met Qin Guan, she would definitely complain about this point, hoping not to get beaten up again.

Regarding this, it's fair to say that there's a reason why Eevee and Little Point like to act recklessly in front of Lin Xuan. It's just that like trainer, like Pokémon; in terms of acting recklessly, they've learned it from Lin Xuan.

However, while criticizing the president's drawing skills, Lin Xuan also noticed the information given above, which instructed her to walk to the right.

If it were someone else, they would probably believe this message instantly and then move on.

However, the person who saw the message was Lin Xuan, while the person who wrote it was Qin Guan, so he couldn't help but have a suspicion—was the old man trying to fish again?

It's not entirely impossible, but after thinking about it, it seems like this is the only way. At worst, I'll just fall into that guy's trap; things can't get any worse.

"Ibrahimovic, use your Anticipation ability. I have a feeling this old man is trying to trick me."

Lin Xuan still asked with some concern, but Eevee said that its Anticipation ability had not been activated at all.

Lin Xuan's doubts, to some extent, also indirectly confirmed the correctness of this route.

In short, following Lin Xuan means strictly adhering to two principles.

Don't follow the path Lin Xuan has chosen; it's better to go the opposite way.

Lin Xuan believes that if a path seems wrong, it's worth trying; it's likely the right one.

These are two ironclad rules that Ibrahimovic has summarized after following Lin Xuan for so long.

Just as it was getting dark, Lin Xuan and his group finally saw a small house following the road Qin Guan had described. It stood out conspicuously in the vast desert.

Lin Xuan asked Xiao Su to release the groundhog she was holding, but they still couldn't find the answer to the age-old question of "what's under the groundhog".

Lin Xuan walked to the front of the wooden house and glanced at Eevee. Eevee indicated that it could sense the presence of humans inside.

Lin Xuan first knocked on the door politely, and then an old man's voice came from inside.

"come in."

The wooden house isn't small; it's not the kind of old, dilapidated house you see in TV dramas. In fact, it looks quite exquisite, showing that the people living there pay attention to their quality of life. There are also obvious traces of Pokémon-related manufacturing on it.

As for its size, Lin Xuan felt it could easily be used as a small bed and breakfast.

Judging from the voices inside, it seemed to be an elderly person living there. After receiving instructions, Lin Xuan went in without any hesitation.

As darkness fell, although the outside environment was blocked out, the temperature outside was actually starting to drop. However, when the door was opened, a warm current wafted in.

The wooden house has a retro feel, but I don't know where it got the electricity from, and there are even electric lights hanging on it. Maybe it's an Electric-type Pokémon?

After all, an Electric-type Pokémon can keep that lamp burning for several days with just a little effort.

The only challenge might be controlling the current flow to avoid overcharging the battery and causing it to explode.

"Lin Xuan?"

Unlike the man they had met before, the old man seemed to recognize Lin Xuan and immediately called out his name.

"Yes, how did you know me?"

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I still occasionally keep in touch with the outside world, so I know a little about you. You're a disciple of Jinhui Dojo, someone the president has high hopes for. It's not too much for me to keep an eye on you, is it?"

"Hmm...no problem at all!"

However, Lin Xuan looked around and wondered if there was any device here that could communicate with the outside world.

Not to mention that there is no signal at all here, based on Lin Xuan's previous guesses and combined with Reggie Elech's words, this is a completely different world. At most, it is attached to the real world, but ultimately it is not the same world.

"Real-time communication is possible, but it's quite difficult. I usually only use it when there are important matters outside or when I'm bored."

The old man explained this to Lin Xuan, and at the same time, there was a large pot in front of him, which seemed to be boiling medicine. After all, it looked green and he didn't know what it was, but Lin Xuan could vaguely see a lot of medicinal herbs and tree fruits.

"Is this... alchemy!?"

Lin Xuan looked at the old man's actions, stroked his chin and said something. Upon hearing this, the old man turned around and glared at Lin Xuan.

"What kind of elixir are you making! This is soup!"

"This...are you sure you can drink this?"

Lin Xuan and Xiao Dian crowded around, especially Xiao Su and Du Bei Bi, who were the most curious and stood at the very front.

Eevee, however, silently took two steps back, mainly because her nature told her that if she drank this, something bad might happen.

The old man looked at Little Millet and Poison Baby who had approached him, a kind smile on his face, and said to them:

"Want to try it? It tastes pretty good!"

The old man's tone was enticing, and Xiao Su and Du Baby exchanged a glance.

Although the old man's "soup" didn't seem very suitable for carbon-based organisms to eat, it smelled fine.

Maybe it's just that the appearance isn't very good?

So both Poison Baby and Little Millet chose to go up and take a bite.

The old man very considerately handed over two large spoons, and then scooped a large spoonful for each of the two little ones.

Xiao Su and Du Beibei drank a big gulp without any suspicion. Xiao Su was simple-minded and straightforward. As for Du Beibei, he thought that the more poisonous something was, the more nourishing and delicious it would be for him, so what could be the problem?

But in less than a second, the two little ones realized just how wrong their idea had been!

“Baby…”

"millet……"

The two little guys let go of each other's paws and fell to the ground. How can I describe the taste?

Indescribable, utterly indescribable! This is a taste that carbon-based life forms cannot bear. When that mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors exploded on their taste buds simultaneously, the two little ones rolled their eyes—

"Poison Baby! Kozu! Cheer up!"

Lin Xuan said with lingering fear as she rocked the two little ones.