Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 491 Let's have a battle between champions

"What are you thinking about?"

Cynthia sat on the back of a rented Laplace, staring blankly at the dialect on the back of another Laplace, and asked a question.

"No, I was just thinking about little Shana. Little Shana used to be just as sensible."

Hearing the dialect, Cynthia couldn't help but chuckle. "I think the lively little Shana is doing quite well now, which means she's happy every day."

"But this is just too much fun!"

Fang Yan rubbed his forehead. "He's practically a bully from the breeding center now."

"That way, she won't be at a disadvantage when she goes on trips at an older age. By the way, aren't you planning to pick out a few more powerful Pokémon for her?"

"Doraemon and Rapidash are enough. Rapidash is actually quite strong. It depends on how she performs. Besides, it's best to find your own Pokémon yourself."

At this point, Fang Yan recalled Shana's conducting style and felt even more exhausted.

Fang Yan shook his head, deciding not to think about Shana anymore, as it would only make him more mentally exhausted. He looked at Cynthia, "Let's go to the Unova League after Nine-Tails and the others return."

Cynthia paused for a moment, then looked at Fang Yan, who had a serious expression on his face, and asked, "Have you decided?"

Fang Yan nodded slightly.

Cynthia blinked. "I remember you hate trouble the most."

"Well, I guess it's just to clear some obstacles for my students."

After Fang Yan finished speaking, he lay down on Laplace's back and quietly looked at the blue sky above. Victini, who was hanging out with Geng Gui, also flew over and lay lazily next to Fang Yan, looking dizzy.

"Don't hang out with Geng Gui, or you might end up like Little W."

"Tini".

No way.

"Latias said the same thing before, and now?"

Fang Yan replied, "It's a good thing Latias wasn't there, otherwise it would definitely have given Fang Yan a Mind Hammer."

Seeing this, Cynthia also lay down in the dialect, and the two of them lay quietly on Laplace's back, letting Laplace carry them as they drifted.

"The ocean is still beautiful when it's calm."

Fang Yan yawned softly and said something.

Cynthia gave a faint "hmm".

Meloetta sat atop the Lapras on Fangyan's head, humming a beautiful melody. Instantly, many Pokémon from the ocean gathered around, quietly surrounding the two Lapras, Fangyan, and Cynthia, and swam forward together.

"Put the pot back! Meloetta isn't for baiting, you bastard!"

When Fang Yan saw Gengar unable to contain himself and take out the pot, he couldn't help but curse.

Can't this chubby kid see the atmosphere around him?

In such a quiet, lazy atmosphere, where humans and Pokémon coexist harmoniously and it's perfect for sleeping, it just had to pull out a big black pot, thinking of making fish soup. I'm really speechless at this old thing.

"Kou Jie—"

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Hehe, I'm used to it now. It's been a long time since I've had fish soup.

Gengar chuckled and shoved the pot back into the pot.

"If you want to eat it, I'll have Miss Goth cook it for you when we get back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Poké Ball at his waist wobbled.

Miss Gothic's intended meaning was directly transmitted into Fang Yan's head.

I want to drink what you cooked.

"Received, boss."

Fang Yan turned his head and glanced at Cynthia, who was lying on Laplace's back. Her wrist, which was tied to the wooden sign of the breeding house, was hanging down from Laplace's back, only a few centimeters away from the sea surface. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on the sky, as if she was wandering in the clouds.

Cynthia snapped out of her daze when she felt her hand being grasped by a pair of large, strong hands. She looked at Fang Yan and saw him smiling as he held her hand in his palm. She rolled her eyes at him and then let him hold her hand.

The Laplaces, too, now rode side by side, their heads pressed together, whispering sweet nothings.

Meloeta's beautiful and melodious singing still echoed in my ears.

Just as Fang Yan was enjoying this comfortable and peaceful time, the arrival of an uninvited guest interrupted this wonderful moment.

Fang Yan sat up somewhat angrily and looked to his right, but didn't see anything. Then, remembering something, he turned around and discovered a clay giant hovering in front of Laplace.

A man stands atop the clay giant; he is Larry, the guardian of Meloetta.

Fang Yan glanced at the fish that had scattered in panic around him and narrowed his eyes.

"Your Excellency Meloeta, the matter is over. Please come back with me."

Larry ignored the dialect and Cynthia and spoke directly to Meloetta, who was sitting on Laplace's head.

Although it was described as a discussion, the tone carried a strong sense of command.

Meloeta stopped singing and frowned slightly.

It didn't want to go back; it was too dull there.

"Clap clap clap".

A soft round of applause broke out, drawing Larry and Meloetta's attention. Meloetta noticed that Fang Yan was looking at her.

"Meloeta, hug me."

Seeing the smile on Fang Yan's face, Meloetta did not hesitate at all and jumped into Fang Yan's arms. Fang Yan then let it sit on his shoulder.

"As you can see, Meloetta doesn't seem willing to go back with you."

The tone of the dialect was somewhat cold.

Larry didn't know why Fang Yan's tone was so cold, but carrying the orders of his tribe, he could only explain, "We must protect Meloetta and prevent this from happening again. It is our tribe's inherent responsibility."

"No one will take Meloetta away from me and Zhulan."

Fang Yan looked at Larry.

Sensing the hidden meaning in the dialect, Larry shook his head. He also hoped that Meloetta could live a free and easy life, but its special abilities made it a target for some villains.

"But----"

"Protecting does not mean restricting its freedom."

Fang Yan interrupted Larry, "You can take my words back to your elders and tell them that I will protect Meloetta. If they are worried, they can come over in person to teach me a lesson or test my strength, I welcome it all."

Larry's lips twitched involuntarily upon hearing this.

Testing your strength? They're not trying to get themselves killed and reincarnated early—

"But you cannot forcibly subdue Meloetta."

"I never said I would capture Meloetta. I just need it to help me with some experiments. Gengar, identification."

Gengar handed a certificate to Fangyan, who opened it and held it up, saying, "My research needs its help."

"Hmm—Shopkeeper with dialect, I know you're very strong—but a beginner breeder shouldn't need to do research, right? Especially with legendary Pokémon—"

Larry looked at the certificate which read "Junior Breeder," hesitated for a moment, and then spoke his mind.

"Junior Breeder?!"

Fang Yan's eyes widened as he took the certificate back and glanced at it. It clearly stated: "Given that Fang Yan failed the intermediate-level cultivator assessment, his status remains unchanged; he is still a junior-level cultivator."

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!

Fang Yan covered her face and threw the certificate back at Gengar, "What are you doing! This isn't the one!"

Gengar then realized what was going on.

Hmm? Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I took the wrong one.

Fang Yan glared at Gengar, noticing its exaggerated expression.

This sixth one, if it dares to say it didn't do it on purpose, immediately swallowed the Bictini.

Bictini: ? ? ?

Gengar took out another certificate and handed it to Fangyan. This time, Fangyan opened it first and saw that it was a certificate from a Pokémon professor before handing it to Larry with peace of mind.

Larry took it and saw that it was a certificate personally signed and confirmed by Professor Oak and Professor Yamanashi, two authorities in the field of Pokémon studies: "Professor Fang Yan, who studies Pokémon emotions and bonds."

Larry: !!!

The shopkeeper who speaks in a local dialect is actually a Pokémon professor?!

At this point, Cynthia also produced a piece of proof.

"Cynthia, an authority in Pokémon archaeology"

"Meloeta seems to be quite helpful to my research, so I'd like to ask it for assistance. I wonder if Meloetta would agree?"

After Cynthia finished speaking, she glanced at Meloetta, who naturally understood what Cynthia meant and nodded sweetly.

Seeing that both champions and the renowned scholar had come up with reasons, Larry nodded. "That gives me an excuse to go back too."

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Larry looked at Meloetta, thought for a moment, and said, "If you're tired of playing, come back. We just want to protect you, even if our methods are a bit—"

Larry knew that some people in his tribe were using extreme methods, but there was nothing he could do; he wasn't an elder yet.

Before he could finish speaking, Larry rode away on his clay giant.

As Meloetta watched the Clay Giant and Larry leave, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

It knows they are trying to protect it, but sometimes it doesn't want someone following it all the time.

Sensing that Meloetta, sitting on his shoulder, was a little down, Fang Yan reached out and gently patted its little head. "Don't worry, I can bring you back anytime you want. I have a magic door, so don't worry."

Meloetta didn't know what a door to anywhere was, but it could understand the meaning in the dialect.

He will send her back anytime she wants.

"Melo~"

Meloeta smiled sweetly.

Looking at the beautiful, lovely, and elegant Meloeta, Fang Yan felt her heart melt. But when she glanced at Victini, who was fast asleep on Laplace's back and drooling, Fang Yan became more and more upset.

It's practically a mini Gengar.

Fang Yan reached out and picked it up. "Still sleeping? It's already dark!"

"Tini?"

Victini opened her eyes, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and asked a question while still half asleep.

Is dinner served?

dialect:"----"

Meloeta covered her mouth and laughed.

"From now on, you are not allowed to go near Gengar."

Gengar, who had somehow managed to pull out a fishing rod and was fishing nearby, turned around with a bewildered look upon hearing Fang Yan's words.

"Kou Jie?"

How come you're blaming me even though I didn't say anything?

"Because you've corrupted Bictini. By the way, when did you set up your fishing rod?"

"Kou Jie Yi"

It's already done.

"Get me one, how about that? Did you catch any fish?"

"Kou Jie—"

No.

Fang Yan took the fishing rod from Gengar and mercilessly mocked Gengar.

"You're so bad, you haven't caught a single fish yet."

Gengar ignored the dialect's mockery and focused on chewing sausage and fishing.

"Kou Jie"

La la la~ I'm a fishing expert~

Gengar was carrying a bucket filled with several large, lively fish. It hummed a little tune as it carried the bucket of fish.

Qu Xing walked ahead on the road with great joy.

Compared to the gleeful Gengar, Fangyan, walking behind, had a dark complexion.

Fang Yan lived up to his nickname "Air Force Bro," returning empty-handed once again.

He watched Gengar walking ahead, beaming with glee, and felt a burning hatred in his eyes.

Gengar didn't laugh at Dialect either, because it had already figured out one thing: you can't laugh at him when it comes to fishing, or he really won't cook for you.

These are all bloody lessons.

The dialect is very narrow-minded.

I, Gengar, am magnanimous and will not hold it against him.

In the kitchen of the villa, Fang Yan cooked for himself, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Miss Gothic, Gengar, and Miss Skirt all gathered around to help out.

Fang Yan explained each step of cooking the fish soup to Tian Tong beside him.

"Actually, the best way to cook this kind of freshly caught fish is to make soup. You don't need to add too many seasonings because it is sweet enough on its own. We just need to add some salt and ginger, control the heat, simmer it over low heat for a while, and finally add a few drops of sesame oil and sprinkle some chopped green onions. That's it."

Fang Yan opened the lid and gently stirred the milky white fish soup. Instantly, the entire kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of fish soup.

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Gengar floated on the ceiling, drooling involuntarily.

It smells so good!

Even Miss Gothic couldn't resist the urge to have a bowl of sweet and delicious fish soup.

Fang Yan brought over a few small bowls and filled each of them with half a bowl of fish soup.

"Goblin!"

Dialects are the best! Gengar loves dialects!

Gengar took the fish soup, carefully blew on it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

So delicious!

Gengar felt as if its entire ghost form was floating in the ocean.

Miss Goth and Miss Skirt were also enjoying the delicious fish soup nearby.

Tian Tong took the fish soup, stirred it gently with a spoon, then scooped up a little, blew on it lightly, and slurped it up.

He instantly felt surrounded by a huge group of ocean Pokémon, and he could swim freely with them.

"How delicious this is! It's simply indescribable!"

Tian Tong sighed sincerely.

"It tastes good, that's all that matters. It's not ready yet."

Seeing their expressions, Fang Yan nodded in satisfaction, then put the lid on and continued simmering over low heat.

While waiting, Fang Yan started cooking other dishes.

Xiao Zhi, leading Iris, pushed open the villa door and looked at Fang Yan busy in the kitchen, somewhat surprised. "Is Manager Fang Yan cooking today?"

"That's right, what would you like to eat?"

"Kung Pao Chicken, Mapo Tofu, Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce, Cola Chicken Wings, Garlic Ribs —"

"Shut up, you'll eat whatever I make."

"oh.

Ash obediently shut his mouth and sat at the table with Pikachu, waiting for dinner to be served.

"So the manager, who speaks with a local dialect, can cook?"

Alice looked at Fang Yan, who was busy in the kitchen, and asked her curiously.

"You don't know this, do you? The shopkeeper with the dialect is the best cook. Miss Gothic and Monini learned their cooking skills from him."

Just as Xiaozhi was praising Fangyan's cooking skills, Miss Goth and the others had already served various dishes on the table.

Every dish is a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

"Is it ready yet?"

Ash couldn't contain himself any longer.

Gengar also sat down in its seat, holding chopsticks, looking eager to start eating.

"Here comes the last dish, a bountiful five-grain fish soup!"

Fang Yan placed the fish soup in the center of the table, and the aroma of fish instantly filled the entire villa.

Seeing everyone eager to dig in, Fang Yan clapped his hands lightly, "Let's get started!"

"Kou Jie"

I'm starting to eat!

"I'm starting to eat!"

"Pikachu~"

Seeing everyone enjoying their meal with great gusto, Fang Yan was extremely satisfied.

My cooking skills haven't deteriorated at all.

After everyone had almost finished eating, Fang Yan put down his chopsticks, looked at Adek who was digesting his food, and said, "Mr. Adek."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Fang Yan stared into Adek's eyes and said seriously, "Let's have a match."

Everyone: ? ? ?

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Adek looked at Fang Yan without saying a word.

"A battle between champions."

Adek stared intently into Fang Yan's eyes, seemingly sensing something, and after a long pause, finally spoke: "Okay!"

Aldak stood up. "I'll be waiting for you at the United States."

"We'll be there soon."

Adek nodded and then walked out of the villa.

Fang Yan stood up and said, "Xiao Zhi, remember to wash the dishes."

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"Yes."

After speaking in dialect, he was the first to walk out of the villa.

Inside the villa, Ash and Iris exchanged a glance, then Ash lowered his head and continued eating.