This elf world is a bit strange

"Maggie! Maggie~"

The little dream demon also thought it looked very good, and even used her telekinesis to help. She was also looking forward to it.

"...Buyi."

After a long time, Ibrahimovic tilted his head, looked at his legs, nodded, still looking calm.

"Maggie..."

The little dream demon felt a little lost.

Firio didn't care at all. He gently wiped the slightly damp hair of Eevee and encouraged him, "You are very cute, little Eevee. Shall we take you home? Be more careful next time and don't get lost again!"

"...Buyi? Buyi."

After hearing what Firio said, little Ibrahimovic looked a little dazed. He tilted his head again, looked at Firio, and then nodded slightly.

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"Okay, this is where we first met. Can you still recognize the direction of your home?"

Holding the little Eevee in his arms, carefully avoiding its injured left front leg, Firion walked steadily to the deserted street.

This place is a bit remote and usually few people pass by. I passed by here twice today and both times it was empty.

"...Buyi!"

This time, after waiting for a long time, the cute little Ibrahimovic finally pointed out a direction.

"Okay, little Eevee is very smart! Then let's go this way, one step at a time, think slowly, don't be anxious."

Firion stroked Eevee's furry head encouragingly and slowly walked to the intersection.

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"Is it this way?"

"...Buyi!"

"Okay, let's go!"

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"Where are we going this time? Over there?"

"...Buyi."

"Yeah, I understand."

After a while, the little Ibrahimovic moved and gently pointed out the direction. Although it was slow, it seemed that he could still completely remember the way he came.

Firio held it in his arms, walking and stopping, speaking in a doting tone. The little dream demon, chirping and flying in the air, attracted the attention of passers-by.

Although the distance was not far, it was not until a long time later that this wonderful "temporary combination" finally arrived at the door of a luxurious mansion.

"...Buyi!"

Ibrahimovic pointed toward the mansion expressionlessly.

"Is this the place, Eevee? ... Hmm? Why are there so many of them? Are they more like owners than trainers?"

At a glance, Firion saw many cute-looking Pokémon, some chasing and playing, some lying down to rest, scattered on the large lawn in the mansion's courtyard.

"Madge!"

The little dream demon felt something was wrong and poked Firion's cheek.

"Yeah, I can see that too. This family should have just moved in. I remember there were no residents here for a long time. It's probably been more than ten years since I could remember. Don't think too much about it for now. I'll go ask."

After patting the little dream demon that came over, Firion strode forward.

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"Hello, may I ask if this little Eevee is the Pokémon that your family lost?"

When they reached the gate of the mansion, where two guards were standing, Firio asked politely.

"Lost Pokémon? There are too many Pokémon here, and we don't know where it is. If it's lost, it's lost. Anyway, the boss will buy another one for you. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

Unexpectedly, the guard seemed to be unaware and unwilling to care. The contempt in his words made Firio a little dissatisfied.

Just at this moment, an old man in well-dressed clothes walked out of the mansion. Seeing a stranger at the door, he hurried forward.

"Mr. Garland."

Seeing the old man, the two guards immediately bowed their heads and respectfully called out each other's name.

"What happened?"

The old man named Garland asked calmly, and his voice sounded similar to the two guards, with a Unova accent.

Firio stepped forward and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Hello, Mr. Garland. I am Firio, a student at Sala Academy. I saw this little Eevee on the roadside. It was injured. I did some treatment for it, and it pointed all the way back here. I wonder if it is the Pokémon that your family lost?"

"Oh, hello, Mr. Firion. This Eevee... indeed, it is our lost Pokémon."

Seeing the heart-shaped accessory on Ibrahimovic's chest, Galan was very surprised that Ibrahimovic could find his way home, but he quickly regained his composure, spoke politely, and then stretched out his hand, wanting to hug Ibrahimovic back.

At this time, a lazy female voice sounded behind the old man.

"Gallan, what happened?"

"Ms. Daisy, this is Mr. Filio from the Sala Academy. He helped us find the Ibrahimovic that was lost earlier. I was just about to thank him for you."

Garland turned around, bowed slightly, and then let the girl go.

Garland deliberately emphasized the word "lost".

Only then did Firio see the true face of the owner of the previous voice.

She had long khaki hair and an above-average appearance, and looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. Filio determined at a glance that she had never seen her before, but she seemed a little familiar. It seemed that she was the owner of an elf supplies store that was about to open some time ago, and she looked three points similar to her.

"Filio...Okay, I understand. Thank you then, and leave the Eevee to me."

The girl Daisy thanked him reluctantly, then stretched out her hand to take Ibrahimovic.

"Please note that Ibrahimovic's left front foot injury is quite serious. I am a breeder and my analysis is that it is best not to move within three days."

Firion gently handed Ibrahimovic over and reminded the other party.

Although these people have some of the arrogance that is unique to many upstarts in the United States, Firion still remains polite and fulfills his moral obligations as a breeder.

"Got it. Thank you. Garland, please remember this."

Daisy nodded, took Ibrahimovic, turned around and walked into the mansion.

Although the action was not rough, it was not gentle either, and seemed to reveal a hint of disgust.

Ibrahimovic, who was carried back, was a little at a loss. He stood in the girl's arms and subconsciously glanced at Firion.

This was the first time it had received such patience from Firio. After returning to its owner, it returned to normal.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. You must be careful and gentle. Although this little fellow's reaction time is a little long, he is definitely not unintelligent. On the contrary, he is very talented."

Although Firio was a little worried, this was someone else's family affair after all. Carlos had a clear definition of the ownership of Pokémon, so he could not get involved and could only leave.

Before leaving, he looked at Ibrahimovic a few more times and repeatedly urged.

"Don't worry, Mr. Filho. The mansion has a very excellent medical and training team, and they will definitely handle it properly. Please go back, thank you very much."

Butler Garland politely agreed and held out his hand to see the guest off.

The girl Daisy waved her hand perfunctorily, obviously not listening and not taking Firion seriously.

Holding Ibrahimovic, she put him on the ground before she had taken a few steps and walked back to the villa.

Eevee just lay on the grass, glanced at Firion, and continued to be in a daze, closing his eyes as if he was half asleep, just like before on the street, completely different from the lively and active Pokémon around him.

"Then please."

Firio hugged the little dream demon who was still a little indignant, looked deeply at the person in front of him, and turned away.

He roughly understood the situation of the mansion and the situation of the somewhat arrogant girl.

She may not like any Pokémon and just treat them as pets for viewing.

Chapter 25: Releasing and Abandoning (1/2)

"Maggie..."

In the classroom, the dream demon lay weakly on Firio's shoulder, feeling very depressed.

Three or four days have passed since we parted from the mansion.

Not only was the dream demon worried, Firion also often thought of the little guy who was quite similar to himself as a child, and worried about its living conditions.

But in such a society ruled by law, the other party is Ibrahimovic's legal owner, so even he has no way to do anything for the time being.

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"Ina, Antoine, I'm sorry, I won't rehearse with you today. I'm not in a good condition."

At the end of school, Filio said goodbye to his two friends in surprise and walked away slowly.

"Filio! Let us know if you need any help!"

The two people who were familiar with his style noticed something was wrong and quickly reminded him loudly.

"Well, thank you very much."

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“Um…what is this…?”

"Madge?"

On the way home, Firio suddenly looked up and found the scene in front of him a little strange.

The little dream demon also floated up from above Firion's head, looking around with confusion.

Before they knew it, he and Meng Yao were so focused on Ibrahimovic that they didn't realize they had taken the wrong path. They had deviated from the right direction from the very beginning, and after turning around several times, they were already a little distance away from home.

"Oh... I'm really worried about the little Eevee. I don't know if those upstarts in Unova will take good care of the little guy."

"Maggie..."

The man and the Pokémon looked at each other, feeling a little depressed.

"Let's go to the coffee shop and ask mom if there's any takeout in that direction. Let's take a look on the way."

"Madge!"

Hearing what Firio said, the little dream demon suddenly flew over, hugged his face, and nodded continuously.

"It's decided then, hurry back!"

Firio did what he said and ran quickly towards the cafe.

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"......No."

Pretending to pass by, Firio walked past the door of the mansion, and his superpowers had already spread to the entire lawn.

However, there was no trace of Ibrahimovic.

With a bit of luck in their hearts, Firio and Meng Yao quickly walked around the mansion and used their super powers to search the entire courtyard, but found nothing.

"Something happened! These damn things... Let's go and find them!"

"Madge!"

There are only two roads near the mansion. One is the way we came here, and it is also the place where Ibrahimovic was most likely abandoned rather than lost.

The other one welcomed two figures, one big and one small, moving forward rapidly.

"Swish"

The superpower spread out unreservedly, permeating the entire street and the adjacent roads.

The blue glow "lit up" the surrounding space in Firio's mind.

Compared to myself even just one day ago, there has been a significant improvement.