This elf world is a bit strange

Unlike Kamal, who is a hands-off boss, Kashan, who needs to carefully calculate the institute's funds every year, saw the crux of the problem at a glance.

Priscilla is an inestimable historical treasure, but she is also a gold-devouring beast that will have to maintain high consumption for an unknown period of time.

If there were no treasures such as the Zygarde Energy Crystal and the Leaf of Life that were the foundation of the alliance, it would be an extremely long process to repair the broken pendant and make up for Priscilla's deficit by relying solely on conventional resources.

For the Institute of Mythology and the Center for Archaeological Research, which have never been well-off, it is unrealistic to support her unless they receive huge funding.

"It's okay, Uncle Kashan, I have a way." Filio naturally knew what Dr. Kashan said, and he gently comforted this uncle who had always been kind to him, "Not only that, I have a small gift for my father and you."

Without waiting for the other party to ask, he took out his mobile phone and skillfully dialed a somewhat unfamiliar number without any notes.

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"Chairman Ravi, I'm sorry to bother you."

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, led by Dr. Kazan, Firio said a name that was completely beyond their expectations.

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Three days later, at the headquarters of the Carlos Regional Breeders Association.

"You are really young and promising, Firio. Not to mention me, even Director Niels never expected that you would come up with a new formula that meets the review standards in such a short time, and you are still traveling."

In the spacious office lobby on the first floor, Woolley, whose appearance had hardly changed from half a year ago and whose hair was meticulously combed, came in person. He looked at the exquisitely crafted certificate and held the seal with deep emotion.

"Now, even he can't accuse you of taking risks and not doing your job properly. To be honest, ever since he learned about your experience in Yingxue, he has been talking about you almost every day, but he is like an old child and refuses to show up."

Firio smiled and waved his hand, saying modestly: "It is all thanks to the care and guidance of Director Niels that I have been able to make such rapid progress. However, just having a recipe is not enough for me, and there are still many areas that need improvement. I will continue to work hard with the goal of becoming a high-level breeder."

While the two were being polite and flattering, a white-haired old man flashed by in a corner of the second floor. In his hand, he was holding a stack of papers that looked quite large, with tiny handwriting densely written on them.

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"Well, now you are just lacking in accumulation and experience to become a high-level breeder. I guess it won't be long before I can see your assessment application! I really envy Senior Muriel. If my disciple could be half as good as you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Seeing the young people who had a teacher relationship with him achieve new achievements and become more closely tied to the Cultivators Association without realizing it, Woolley was very pleased and his eyes were full of praise.

As he was talking, the news broadcast came from the TV hanging in the hall: "At 10 o'clock this morning, the University of Miare held a ceremony to appoint an artificial intelligence researcher for the Institute of Mythology. Mr. Ravi, chairman of the Alliance, attended the ceremony and jointly announced a new research project with the institute: Research on ancient myths and civilizations from the perspective of artificial intelligence."

"Huh? Artificial intelligence researcher, why is he talking so much nonsense? What's the explanation?" Woolley turned his head due to the unprecedented news and stared at the TV screen with a frown.

On the screen, sitting on the specially made little chair in the middle was Priscilla with a slightly dull look in her eyes. Beside her were Kamal and Kashan.

But at this moment, the two people's states are quite different.

Kamal's dark circles became even darker.

Kashan, on the other hand, is full of energy and vigor.

"Hehe...it seems like she's been staying up late a lot. Priscilla's acting is pretty good too, very realistic." Firio turned his head and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

"Hmm? Firion, what are you talking about?"

Wu Li vaguely heard a sound and looked in the direction of the sound.

Firion smiled and said, "No, nothing, I just found it very interesting. Senior, I will go back first. I plan to challenge the gym today. I will find time to ask you for the ghost formula."

"Ah? Oh, of course no problem." Woolley half frowned and handed over the certificate and profit-sharing contract. "I look forward to your gym tour and next year's Miare Conference."

Watching Filio's figure walking away, he always felt that he had missed something, but he didn't know what it was. He could only secretly search through his memories which were becoming increasingly vague as he grew older.

"The Institute of Mythology... um... huh?!"

It was only after Firio walked away that he finally figured out the problem.

Unfortunately, before he could catch up and ask anything, the white devil who had been patiently enduring for a long time appeared again.

There is also the sneaky Swamp King and the Crystal Lamp Spirit.

"Fuck-"

In the shining electromagnetic waves, a thick piece of "wood" fell to the ground and got a trendy hairstyle.

The staff coming and going were in a hurry with normal expressions. I've seen such scenes every few days and I'm used to it.

Today was another day when Mr. Woolley lost all his dignity.

At the same time, the TV station's report continued: "The application of artificial intelligence technology also has risks. The Kalos League kindly reminds you that there is a hidden danger of artificial intelligence going out of control in the Miare Gym recently. Traveling trainers are requested to choose challenges carefully."

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Miare University, lecture hall of the Institute of Mythology.

The new teacher’s first class is about to start.

The two doctors and several researchers from the institute were all present, followed by a group of students.

The small pendant on the front of Dr. Kamal's sweater swayed slightly with his movements.

"Cough cough!"

"dong dong"

Holding a small pointer transformed from a magic wand, she gently tapped the blackboard. The new teacher Priscilla cleared her throat, looked at the "future people" sitting in the classroom, and smiled.

"Reality is a concept that transcends time and space, while mythology is a product that transcends reality. Now, are you ready to travel to ancient times with me?"

Chapter 222: Prism Tower's "Omnic Crisis"

After telling the good news to his friend far away in the mountains, Firion walked on the spacious streets of Miare City, holding the wind fairy who was still licking the cream ice cream with her little tongue.

Eating popsicles in winter is also a wonderful thing.

The destruction of the Flare Team, the carnival of Victory Day, all traces were gradually hidden in the return to peaceful daily life.

The shuttlecock cotton floated up and down, urging his trainer to set off quickly to the supermarket to buy ingredients for today's lunch.

Dorimia, with her hair neatly trimmed and dyed in various colors, stood quietly by the roadside, looking at the citizens coming and going.

On top of Charem's head lay a baby who seemed to be still breastfeeding. Everything he saw was new to him, and his little hands were waving around, which frightened Charem so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The gray Meowth was holding the hand of a young woman who was about twenty years old, chewing a small fruit, and looking expectantly at the paper bag in the trainer's hand.

The familiar scene brings a different perception.

In the past, life and death struggles were like a big dream.

All sentient beings go back and forth tomorrow and tomorrow, only the human world has morning and evening.

While strolling in the garden, you can feel the lightness like curling smoke, but also the heaviness of all living things.

"I prefer a warm and daily life. I don't have to use my brain or roll up my sleeves." Firio said softly after scratching the little head of the wind fairy, "But... it's not bad like this."

"Elu?"

The wind fairy raised her head while licking her popsicle, looking innocent and cute, with a sly gleam in her orange oval eyes.

Although I don’t know what’s wrong with him, it’s always a good thing to act cute. Maybe you can even get another popsicle.

Thinking of this, the little lamb, who loved eating popsicles more and more even in the winter, chuckled, not like a grass-type Pokémon at all.

After receiving Xerneas' blessing, I feel more confident when speaking.

"Maggie..."

The Dream Demon lazily lay on top of Firion's head, and also didn't want to pay much attention to his lazy trainer. He just looked forward silently.

The spire of the Prism Tower is already faintly visible, it's time for a proper battle.

Thinking of Hitron's powerful mega thunder beast, the dream demon's lazy eyes became a little sharper.

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The quiet square was always filled with Miare citizens who came to enjoy their leisure time with Pokémon.

But today, things seem a little different.

Or rather...very different.

There was a crowd of people and a great uproar.

"What's happening here?"

Firio's eyes focused, and his superpowers instinctively spread around him. In an instant, he could see everything.

"Bah"

The wind fairy fell to the ground and almost dropped the ice cream.

"Oh my god... this is what you're doing?!"

As he spoke, he had already grasped the red and white Poké Ball in his palm and threw it behind him with all his might.

"Bald Dragon, let's go!"

"Boman!——"

What responded to him was a deafening roar and the horrified gazes of the onlookers who suddenly turned around.

"Elu!"

After taking a bite of the remaining ice cream angrily, the wind fairy waved his hand reluctantly, and took himself and Firion up into the wind, stepping steadily on the heavy back.

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"Ah—help!"

"Swish"

A shrill cry for help came from the open gym sign.

A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old struggled along the pipe with her Halima and flew out, falling to the ground.

The crowd watching cried out in surprise, and several Pokémon quickly ran towards the place where the girl was about to fall, but they were too far away.

The blond brother and sister rushed forward, looking equally dusty and dusty, with their hair standing on end, just like Woolley, who was now lying in the hall of the Breeders' Association, questioning his life. They were the new master of the Miare Gym, Citron, and his sister Yurika.

It’s just that… a certain trainer seems to be still traveling in Hoenn, and this poor pair of siblings seem to have been kicked out of the gym, which is very strange.

"Yulijia, catch the Hari!"

With his right leg wrapped in thick bandages and wearing what looked like a homemade mechanical protective gear, Xitron called out to his sister loudly and limped forward, waving the black and white backpack in his hand and pretending to throw it, but it always felt unreliable.

Even his own sister seemed to lack confidence. She could only close her eyes, grit her teeth, stomp her feet, and rush forward with a righteous look on her face, her cute little face wrinkled.

"Get out of the way, don't hit me!"

At the critical moment, a clear shout came from far away.

Along with it came a gust of wind that made it impossible for people to stand steadily.

A shadow instantly enveloped the two people who were still stumbling towards the rescue.

"Whoosh-"

Amidst the sharp sound of breaking through the air, a huge black shadow flashed by, and the man and the Pokémon in the air disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

"V-V-V-V-V-V-V! It's so big!"

Among the crowd of onlookers, a teenage boy wearing a light green headband screamed in surprise and hugged his sister beside him, his eyes full of excitement and longing, shouting and jumping up and down.

"This is……?"

The girl in the Miare Academy uniform stood there in a daze, covering her small cherry lips with one hand, staring at the huge monster in the distance in disbelief. She had no idea what her brother was saying or doing.

"click"

"Come back, Sonic Dragon and Mount Goat, we don't need to do anything. I also took some nice photos. This month's target has been met, and the editor-in-chief must not scold me anymore. Let's go have a good meal to celebrate!"

The brown hair swayed slightly as the smile spread, the umbrella electric lizard on the shoulder nodded happily, and the reporter named Pansy looked at the Tyrannosaurus in front of him with interest, and walked away slowly, swaying gracefully.

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The speeding Dragonite flapped its huge blood-red wings and slowly descended to the ground, stirring up countless air currents that mixed with the dust in the square, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Only Xitron and Yulijia, who were wearing special glasses, approached against the gust of wind.

The magnificent prism tower was right before my eyes, but it suddenly seemed to have a profound sense of danger.

"Are you okay? You must have been electrocuted a lot, right?"