This elf world is a bit strange

"Hmm... what you said seems to make some sense." After suppressing Antoine and Bricaron with dignity, Ina, who was obviously a little moved, lightly lifted her cheek and calculated the issue of food expenses, "If I put Snorlax in the battle department, can I still get some benefits from Miare University?"

Although she is not short of money, Ina is still quite experienced in budgeting.

The girl, with her pretty big eyes slightly narrowed and a smile so strong that it couldn't be melted, clapped her hands lightly after setting the schedule.

"That's it! Firio, and Miss Korni, thank you for your hospitality today~! I'm going to go home with this idiot to pack up our things, and then go directly to the reserve~ By the way, Firio, please say hello to Amy for me!"

Before she finished her words, Ina jumped up from her seat excitedly, not even bothering to take a few more bites of dessert, and set off jogging all the way.

"Hey! You haven't finished your meal yet! Wait for me!"

"Pu Li!——"

Following closely behind were two big eaters who were still holding their rice bowls, helpless but also enjoying it.

It is not difficult to imagine that before long, this imaginative combination will create some new waves in the peaceful protected area.

Looking at the receding figure with a smile, Firio shook his head, held the hand of Korni, who had just walked out of the small kitchen and hadn't figured out what was going on, and said frivolously: "Now that the two troublesome guys have been sent away, can you sit down and have a meal with me? I really want to try the nutritious meal you made that time again."

With a little bit of interest carrying memories, the afternoon at the Sala Temple is quiet and warm.

But without the two of them knowing anything, the gears of fate were still turning secretly and steadily.

Chapter 232 The Road to Growth

The first day after returning home passed peacefully (not so peacefully).

Early the next morning, Filio, feeling refreshed, left home early and jogged towards the school, ready to face the "fate torture" from the teachers.

Not long after he left, a red-faced girl on roller skates came speeding from the corner of the street and rushed into the house without saying a word.

"Aunt Judith~! I want to continue learning how to cook!"

If nothing unexpected happens, Filio's cafe will be closed today.

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Sara College, Principal's Office.

The gray-haired Principal Muriel and the strong and muscular teacher Thornton sat on the sofa with their arms folded, looking sternly at Philio.

Sitting on the principal's office chair, Teacher Milia crossed her legs and looked like she was looking at a naughty child.

The two people pretending to be angry were like children who had not grown up, allowing Teacher Milia to experience the life of a head teacher of an "adult version of the college junior class".

The air in the office began to thicken with tension—but it wasn't.

Before he could hold it in for a while, Teacher Tiezhu, who could no longer hold his temper, broke down first. He stood up with a loud laugh, raised his palm as big as a palm fan, and patted Filio on the back, his eyes filled with unspeakable satisfaction and relief.

"What a disgrace! You should just run away and continue your journey instead of joining me here!"

In this situation, the old man with a stern face could no longer pretend. He could only look at Thornton with disgust, stood up, slapped him away, then pinched Philio's cheeks and pulled them to both sides.

"You don't know how to respect your teachers! You didn't even come here early after you got home! Do you know how long we waited for you yesterday?!"

“Wrong! Wrong…! Teacher Milia, help!”

Filio, who knew who was in charge in this room, begged for mercy and frantically called for help in the direction of Milia.

As expected, the pitiful look instantly aroused Millia's desire to protect him. The tall blonde beauty rushed forward and slapped the old man's hands with two "snaps".

"You are such a pervert, you only know how to bully my students! Who dragged Thornton to drink until midnight last night?"

"you you you……!"

The truth was revealed so quickly and mercilessly that Muriel was so angry that he was fuming, but he could do nothing about his only direct disciple.

His gray beard trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes, which had drooped slightly due to old age, stood up instantly, and his eyes widened.

It's a pity that this kind of behavior is like flirting with a blind man - a waste of effort.

"Gengga~!"

While everyone's attention was attracted by Teacher Milia, the purple fat man who had been hiding in the shadows from the beginning took the opportunity to rush out, licked with his slippery tongue, and went straight to Firio like a dancing pink snake.

"Madge!"

The style of this "Teacher Geng Gui" has been expected for a long time. The little dream monster who was prepared in advance rose into the sky. He took a piece of "noodles" and slipped to the ground.

"Maggie~Maggie?"

With his hands on his hips triumphantly, the little dream demon raised his head proudly, showing off his perfect defense, which made Gengar stick out his tongue.

"Geng... Gengga..."

Crossing the gap in the level of energy accumulation and defending it impeccably, it made it fully aware of how much this little guy, who was so immature not long ago, has grown.

Muriel and Thornton, who could see the depth of the situation at a glance, were also shocked.

"..."

Looking at the dream demon that was inflated like a balloon in excitement, and thinking about his own King Yanwu and Charizard, Teacher Thornton suddenly realized that not only in tactical discussions and simulated battles, but even if there was a real battle, he would probably be no match for this student.

But before he could think about it, the agile Muriel pushed him away again and came closer to Firio with great interest.

"I originally thought that with that little girl Korni participating in the competition, you didn't have much hope this year. It looks like you have a lot of potential!"

Having witnessed the growth of his apprentice with his own eyes, the old man was both surprised and delighted. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. His wrinkled face was relaxed with a smile.

"There is still a gap, so I have to make good use of this time to seek help and advice from my master."

Firion bowed respectfully with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"That's when... eh?" Muriel was about to agree with great satisfaction, but suddenly frowned, then laughed, "You kid! I knew that you must have been eyeing my last bit of ability together with the dream demon, right? After not seeing you for a few months, you have become much more frank and don't pretend to be polite with me anymore!"

"Your sharp eyes can't hide anything. If I'm polite to you, you'll be unhappy, right?" Firio gave a subtle compliment and took over the squirming little dream demon. He looked at his master and principal with burning eyes. "During the time I traveled, although I've made a lot of progress, the growth of my poison and shadow ball skills is limited. There are indeed some shortcomings. I encountered a lot of bottlenecks and obstacles, and my progress is very limited."

"Poison and Shadow Ball..." With a tug, Muriel pulled Gengar, who was still trying to make trouble, to his side. Muriel scratched his chin lightly, his eyes sparkling, "You've asked the right person, right Gengar?"

"Geng Ga!"

The confident purple fat man patted his round belly and agreed readily.

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There were almost no students in the college during the winter vacation. Except for Uncle Simon, the security guard on duty, there were only a few diligent students staying in the library.

Such a quiet time is perfect for special training in the training ground.

Teacher Thornton, who was drafted into the army, reluctantly sent out King Yanwu and Charizard to have a doubles match against Emperor Nabo and Sasquatch, who were obviously stronger than himself. Amid the smoke, this fire expert who was famous for his strong attack had to passively defend himself, looking quite embarrassed.

Off the field, the equally idle Sol Eevee jumped out of Milia's arms lightly, fighting one against two at the same time, facing Wind Elf and Dragonite, who had just shown their prowess yesterday and were a little more complacent. Their surging superpowers were so powerful that Scaleheart's eyes lit up, but he was tightly entangled by the fat little house Wind Ball and was not allowed to go out to play.

Next to the noisy large venue, in an independent advanced battle field, Firion and Muriel stood side by side, observing Gengar and Incubus who were doing warm-up training.

Once upon a time, and also here, the young Firion first experienced the powerful force comparable to the Four Heavenly Kings of the Alliance, although it was only for a brief moment.

Now, back at school, Firion and Incubus are no longer the same as before. Even though they are still far inferior to Pakira, the last of the Four Heavenly Kings of Kalos, they have barely got the ability to fight against the powerful Heavenly Kings. Looking at Gengar from this perspective, I have more unique feelings.

Not only does it have the superposition of strength and weakness, it also contains a certain mysterious aura.

The cold poison and the deep dark energy are intertwined in the black hole-like body.

"Geng Ga."

Gengar showed off his strength in front of the Nightmare without reservation, using attribute energy that was almost refined to the extreme to show it the true meaning of skills as a form of energy utilization.

The change of nature is never a top-down representation, but a bottom-up core.

"Madge!"

Watching Gengar's demonstration, Meng Yao gained some insights and subconsciously condensed a ball of light and shot it at a target in the distance.

“Whoosh—Boom!”

Amidst the shrill sound of breaking through the air, the exploding ball of light rolled up countless smoke and dust. The purple-black energy that looked like a ghostly den instantly enveloped the center of the venue, making people shudder.

However, there was not much surprise or joy on Gengar's face, but rather a solemn look.

A single leaf can tell the coming of autumn. The experienced Dream Demon could already see the problem based on just a small trial by itself.

The real feature of Shadow Ball, the most common and widely used long-range attack method of the Ghost System, is not its powerful force, but its concentration, flexibility, and sudden burst.

Transformation is the real advantage of Ghost-type Pokémon, not frontal attacks.

The chubby little hand was slightly raised, and a ball of light that was much smaller than the shadow ball that the dream monster had just shot out condensed instantly and rushed towards the dream monster without any warning.

Then, the second, the third...

In an instant, five balls of light drew tricky arcs almost in no particular order, completely blocking the dream demon's escape route.

"Ma…Machi!"

With no way to avoid it, the Nightmare gritted his teeth and shot out countless shadow balls, but it was as vulnerable as rotten wood in the face of Gengar's attack.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Amidst the dense explosions, the concentrated essence of the shadow ball smashed towards the dream demon like an indestructible steel cannonball.

Each of them is not as powerful as the Shadow Ball Enhanced Mode when the Nightmare is at full power, but is much stronger than the Shadow Ball Continuous Shot that it is also proud of.

It is right in between, achieving a perfect balance between quantity and quality.

"Control and release as you please, advance and retreat with reason. This is the real secret that I didn't have time to teach you last time."

"Transformation is the magic weapon that makes you invincible, and it is also the real core advantage of ghost-type Pokémon."

"Both the continuous shooting and the strengthening are excellent, but they are still too deliberate. It should be natural. Naturalness is the true path."

The air was filled with smoke, and the nightmare demon, covered in wounds, was on the verge of collapse. Muriel's eyes were calm, and she just stood with her hands behind her back, reminding Firion and the nightmare demon who had been trapped here for a long time.

"In other words, perfect skills are not special techniques that we intentionally design, but are the result of a natural process after we deeply comprehend the essence of the skill?"

Picking up the little dream demon who was dizzy from the explosion, Firio seemed to be thinking about something. His superpowers stimulated his brain to work rapidly, replaying the countless scenes that just happened in that short moment.

Complexity and simplicity are often just a fine line apart, or even connected to each other.

What seemed like a thick barrier was actually just a thin obstacle of window paper. With the old man's guidance, it suddenly became clear, revealing a long and narrow path forward.

"Heh... it sounds very literary, but it's actually not that complicated." Muriel nodded approvingly, pointing to the target where only a deep pit remained after the smoke cleared. "It's the same with Shadow Ball and Poison. Strength and speed are pure, but not enough. Sometimes, being overly powerful will expose your flaws. The most suitable one is the best. For the next period of time, let's start with this aspect. This is the last thing I can teach you."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at the embarrassed but still clenched Meng Yao, and smiled: "I can see that the real purpose of your coming back this time is to give Meng Yao special training so that it can make a breakthrough before the conference, right? You are a kid, you still need a lot of skills to hide your little tricks from me."

"Madge?"

The ignorant little dream demon tilted his head, sometimes looking at Gengar, sometimes looking at Muriel, and finally raised his head and looked at Firion.

"I can't hide it from you. The most important training content this time is to help the Dream Demon achieve a breakthrough faster." Firio nodded slightly, gently stroked the Dream Demon's growing hair, and explained his intentions. "My other partners, including Sol Eevee and Emperor Nabo, have grown very rapidly in recent months and have gained many rare treasures. What they really need now is a stable rest and accumulation of the past few months. The improvement in energy accumulation is secondary. But the Dream Demon is different from them. Its progress has been very stable and its stamina is also sufficient. There is still a lot of room for growth. It's just that it has encountered some obstacles that need to be overcome, so we want you to give us a push. Now it seems that the effect of your help is really extraordinary."

"Maggie? Maggie~!"

The big round eyes were shining with surprise. The overjoyed little dream demon pounced out of Firio's arms and flew straight to his face, blocking his entire vision.

The sweet and sickening cries tell of the dream demon's joy.

The little facehugger ignored the dust on its body and twisted its soft body vigorously, wishing to stick every inch of its skin tightly against Firion.

It is sensible and almost never makes any requests that would embarrass Firion. It has been like this since they first met as children.

But since it puts all its attention on its trainer, it will also look forward to some special favoritism. Once it gets the reward, the long wait will turn into sweet wine, intoxicating it.

The bright red beads sparkle, but the emotion they convey is not fear, but an inseparable attachment.

"Geng Ga!"

Seeing this pair of partners he had grown up with being intimate with each other, Gengar suddenly thought of something. He quietly sneaked into the shadows, appeared next to Muriel, and licked the old man's face with his long tongue.

"I knew you were going to do this. Go do the laundry tonight."

Muriel expressionlessly took out the prepared woodseed fruit, took a bite, and vaguely pronounced Gengar's fate for the night.

......

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After a long time, the dream demon realized that there were other people present and huddled up in shame, hiding in Firio's arms, with only a sneaky little head showing, secretly observing the situation around him.

"That's it anyway, Master. I hope you can take care of the little dream demon's affairs."

Firion, with his face looking normal except a little more rosy, walked slowly forward and bowed slightly while making a deep request.

"It's just a small problem. The Dream Demon is growing faster than I thought. If everything goes well, maybe we can really do it." Wiping the saliva off his face as if nothing had happened, Muriel adjusted the beard that he had grown with great difficulty over the past few months, and put on the airs of an elder. "Then let the Dream Demon come to school every morning. It happens that my old bones have nothing to do. I will exercise more while I still have the strength. And don't let the Heart Scale Baby be lazy with Miria. Let the Dream Demon bring it here. You just do your own thing and come when you are free, so as not to get angry with Thornton and that idiot."

As soon as Thornton was mentioned, the old man's temper flared up again. He didn't control the strength of combing his beard well, and two or three strands fell off. He grimaced in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out, for fear of destroying his image as a dignified elder.

Although there is no majesty.