This elf world is a bit strange

"Hehe... As expected, that guy Filio didn't come to the venue. I looked at him several times. He actually dared to look down on me. I will make him pay the price when I meet him."

While smiling and waving at the camera, Brigitte muttered to Alakazam.

"So~Nans!"

Before he finished speaking, the restless Guoran Weng rushed out of the Poké Ball and responded loudly.

But I don't know if it was intentional or because it didn't calculate the distance, but it rushed out rashly and hit Brilanche's waist, knocking her far away even though she was pretending to be reserved, and she almost fell to the ground.

As the girl ran away with her pretty face flushed, there were bursts of good-natured laughter from the audience.

At the entrance to the contestant channel, two staff members in black suits were waiting for Brilanche who was about to leave after finishing the competition.

"Tsk... I clearly told you that nothing will happen to these guys...!" Looking at the Alliance staff who were acting as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Brilanche, who was well aware of her past "reputation", muttered to herself but said nothing and disappeared obediently in the long and narrow passage.

At the same time, in the distant Baike City, Ge Jihua, who had just finished a day's work, was sitting in front of the TV with a few apprentices, watching with great interest the performance of his new disciple, who he had only been with for a short time but was quite interesting.

The cheerful laughter echoed in the planetarium-like gym.

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Not far from Brilanche's arena, in the temporarily designated Area A, another battle had reached its final stage.

The cheerful young man had a hearty smile on his face, his posture was relaxed, and he listened attentively to the cheers and shouts of the audience in the stands.

Opposite him, the slightly gloomy and thin young man was not so comfortable. His brows were tightly furrowed, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, fell to the ground, and broke into countless petals.

Their expressions reflect the real situation on the field.

The strong and powerful Heracross was like a god of war who had descended to the mortal world. He was invincible and with a wave of his hand he smashed the bronze bell in front of him so hard that it had no power to fight back.

Although due to time constraints, the Johto youth named Qiao did not successfully complete the scheduled tour of the eight major gyms, he had won the recognition of seven gym masters including Ge Jihua, and was still no match for the opponent in front of him.

After a brief fight, he felt that the time was almost right, so he opened his half-closed eyes and looked at his two companions in the corner of the stands. With a smile in his eyes, he gave a loud order: "End the game, Heracross, the final super corner strike!"

"Hey!"

With a roar, the huge rhinoceros beetle exuded a terrifying aura. With a leap, it crossed most of the battlefield and came to the front of the bronze bell.

The indestructible horns turned into a sharp blade that could cut through hair in an instant and slid down suddenly.

"Shh-"

With a slight sound, the bronze bell that had just shown a gesture of resistance froze in place.

It was not until a moment later that it fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Bronze Bell is incapable of fighting. The winner is Heracross! The winner is Takumi from the Johto region! Congratulations on advancing to the next stage of the competition!"

Following the announcement made by the host, there was a brief silence, and then the nearby stands erupted in warm cheers. Even as a professional traveler who has toured many continents, he rarely encounters such enthusiastic audiences.

With a broad smile, after shaking hands with his opponent, Aqiao gently waved in the direction of Rumlow and Freddy, and slowly walked towards his exit passage.

"Ah Xiang, this time your share will be included."

Where no one could see, he lowered his head slightly, looked at the little saw crocodile that followed him closely, and gently clenched his hands that were trembling slightly due to nervousness and excitement.

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Headquarters of the Cultivators Association, office of the association's directors.

The gray-haired old man sits behind his desk, with a number of documents that have been or are waiting for approval placed beside him. There are many things but they are all in order, which contrasts well with the few green plants used as embellishments, reflecting the old man's interest in life.

"Research on the time quantification benchmark and judgment criteria for energy cube production... This is a very interesting topic. Tell me, what are your plans? Do you want to write an article based on your energy cube production skills to apply for the qualification of a senior breeder?"

Holding a copy of the application submitted by Filio, Director Niels leaned back in his office chair with a playful look in his eyes.

If Filio had not seen his operation with his own eyes, even an authority of the older generation with a strong academic tolerance like him would find it hard to believe, and might even regard this project application as a heresy to attract attention.

But as he watched the young talent he had witnessed grow up, all that was left in his mind was admiration and praise - and a little bit of worry about his mentality.

However, after just a short while, his vague worries disappeared.

Hearing Nils's slightly testing question, Firio bowed politely, took the full file bag from Woolley who was sitting on the sofa, took out the small stack on the top, and handed it to Nils.

"Director Niels, this table is the result of my experiment with my teacher Milia over the past month. The formulas used are standard formulas of all properties that can be purchased on the market, both elementary and intermediate."

His voice is steady and powerful, humble yet with unparalleled confidence.

Looking at the rigorous experimental results, Niels' eyes lit up: "It's very standard. It doesn't look like the practice-oriented style in our association. It's somewhat similar to the style of those research institutes. Woolley, have you seen it all?"

"I've checked them all, Director Niels. And before coming up here, Firion and I reproduced a few random items together, and they were more accurate than I expected."

Hearing his name, Woolley, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly stood up, took out the experimental samples he brought with him, and did not forget to secretly say a few good words for Philio.

"Hmm... it's really good. There is another question. It is completely opposite to our existing operation style, right? One is to determine the operation process according to different tree fruits, and the other is a one-size-fits-all operation method."

After sorting out the documents and data handed over by Firio and pondering for a moment, Nils raised his head again and looked at him calmly.

The dark pupils have a hint of profoundness and sophistication.

"Of course not. My research is just a supplement to existing technologies. My goal is to improve and tinker with existing operating methods."

Hearing the implication of Nils' words, Firio shook his head slightly and calmly looked back at the old senior who had given him a lot of help.

He knew very well that the other party meant to protect him, and he readily added: "To be precise, it is to reduce errors and lower the operating threshold, loss rate and scrap rate in a more precise way."

"Oh? That's a good point. Keep going."

Nils was impressed by Firio's wisdom and steadiness. He propped up his chin with both hands and looked at him with interest, his eyes full of encouragement and appreciation.

"Then I will simply tell you my thoughts. It is certainly a bit presumptuous in front of an authority like you. If there is anything wrong with what I said, please point it out to me."

Firion bowed his head respectfully, took out the draft of the article he and Milia had worked on before coming here, and talked about it:

"In the past, the operation methods of various schools of thought in making energy cubes are actually similar to our research this time. The problem is that they cannot accurately judge the time and speed of mixing and reacting different fruits in the instrument, but through summarizing experience, they can also form a rhythm that roughly matches it. This is also the core reason why various schools are suitable for making different types of energy cubes. What I hope is to turn experience into a concrete presentation."

"The production of energy cubes is scientific. There is a principle behind the effects of nutrients from different fruits when mixed in relevant proportions. Although we cannot fully analyze this principle, we can build a basic time connection between them through integration and calculation. This is enough for the production itself."

"The ideas I have for matching now include several kinds of tree fruits. Please take a look at page 7 of the report. First, it's about the pomelo fruit..."

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"The above are the results of my experiments. Unfortunately, this research is currently limited to some basic reactions and can only work on some primary and intermediate formulas. It is still difficult to analyze higher levels. After all, as you know, the more complex the formula, the more diverse the reactions and changes involved, and the more difficult it is to analyze. Even if I have super powers, it will still be difficult."

At the end of the long speech, Filio also clicked on a page of the report, presenting the most critical preliminary conclusions in front of Nils, who read and analyzed it himself.

Looking at Firio's flawless statement, even he, who was always strict, could not find any mistakes.

As the saying goes, if you don't make a sound, you will make a splash when you do. After not seeing him for several months, the cultivation practice that he thought would be neglected due to the travel seemed to have achieved results that were beyond his expectations.

Smiling, he raised his hand and patted Firio on the shoulder. Niels said with satisfaction, "Optimizing and improving existing processes, innovating and developing modern technologies, and improving and standardizing training processes... It's very neat. You've thought it through very carefully. I don't think anyone can say anything bad about it. When can it be completed? I'll reserve a page for you in an issue of Carlos Training Review, with no limit on the length."

"Thank you very much, Director Niels. After the Miare Conference is over, I will make subsequent improvements and should be able to submit it to you for review in May or June this year."

After deliberately pausing for a moment and thinking for a while, Firion gave an approximate time with a very high tolerance rate. He looked neither arrogant nor impatient, and remained calm.

"Well, very good, very efficient. Then let's do it, let Woolley work with you, and submit the required resources directly to the list, and use the association's separate funding. Compared with the results of the alliance meeting, I am more looking forward to the day when your file is submitted to the board of directors for review. However, going hand in hand is also a good choice, which is what Muriel did back then. Do a good job!"

He carefully put the documents submitted by Filio into his own private filing cabinet, smiled at this young man who always brought him surprises, and then the busy old man continued to work at his desk.

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"You are really honored. Director Niels rarely smiles at someone for so long. And you have unlimited space. I envy you." After walking out of the office, Woolley finally relaxed his tie, patted Filio on the back, and said half-jokingly, "I was really worried about you at first. Those old antique cakes are not easy to move~!"

"Thanks to the care and support of the Director, and the seniors who spoke for me. To be honest, I was quite nervous to be with Director Nils." Filio used a handkerchief to gently wipe away the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and nodded with a smile, "As for the pros and cons here, you and the Director don't have to worry about me. I know the importance of it. I will only produce these current results. Of course, there are more that cannot be achieved due to limited conditions. Moreover...this kind of thing is determined by the market. Even if there is no superpower like me, sooner or later someone will take a step forward. As long as the first step is completed, the rest will be a natural trend, and no one can go against the current."

"You look like a calm kid, but you have a very active mind and speak in a very coherent way. You've completely confused me."

Woolley, who didn't quite understand what he said, scratched his head and simply gave up thinking about it. He slapped Firio on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's already been done. Why don't you go have a drink somewhere to celebrate your final qualification as a high-level breeder? The only high-level breeder under the age of 20 that I remember is the master and apprentice in Hoenn. You're really a freak."

"Isn't this all thanks to the care of the seniors? But the drinking thing... well, it's a bit troublesome today. I have to rush to the Miare Arena. I guess the grouping will be announced soon. My friends didn't come with me this time, so I have to go and see it myself. Next time I have time, I'll treat you to a drink. I've long wanted to learn more about the good restaurants and bars here from you, the landlord of Miare. I hope you will come and show up."

Shrugging helplessly, Filio could only reject Woolley's kindness. Although he was actually somewhat tempted, he couldn't delay his important business, so he could only postpone the appointment for another day in a state of languid interest.

As soon as I left the office, the taxi I had booked on my phone was already parked at the door.

After bidding farewell to Woolley, the bustling Filio greeted the warmest slanting sunlight in the afternoon.

The days without competitions actually made him feel more exhausted than participating in the competitions on time.

But the harvest was also full.

The stepping stone to becoming a high-level breeder has come naturally through his years of research, and now it is in his hands, ready to be used.

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When Firion arrived outside the arena, the group roster had just been posted.

Brilanche and Aqiao, who were waiting under the list, came forward from both sides at the same time and blocked Firion who was trying to maneuver in the crowd.

"I knew you wouldn't come to watch today's game, so I came here specially to stop you! Are you ready to be taught a lesson by me in the final?"

The one who took off the little white hat with a sly smile was Brilanche, who had not yet realized the bad news.

"I don't think so. Maybe you'll meet me in the finals. I hope to have a good fight with Firio in the semi-finals."

Accompanied by Rumlow and Freddy, the one smiling brightly and confidently was Aqiao, who also advanced easily and was determined to win the championship.

In the group list, Firion was placed in Group A, forming the upper half with Aqiao from Group C, while Brilanche from Group D was in the lower half.

only……

With the help of his superpowers, Firion was able to see the entire group list from a distance. After hearing Brilanche's confident statement, he pointed and said softly, "Although I would also like to compete with you, Brilanche, don't you realize that the direct qualifier in the first row of Group C is a name that you are very familiar with?"

"Eh?"

In confusion, Brilanche, who had never looked at the list of Group C, turned her head and followed Firion's fingertips to see a portrait of a blonde with a bright smile.

“Eh?!——”

A young girl's scream was heard in the dense crowd.

It can be said that those who heard it were sad and those who listened to it shed tears, but the other few people directly involved standing on the side were laughing so hard that they fell over, taking gloating to the extreme.

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"Okay, we must make a lot of money this time!"

Outside the square, after successfully selling out today's peripheral products, Xiao Lan, who had finished work early, looked at the rising balance in his account and the still bustling streets, and got ready to try again.

A batch of new dolls that she specially ordered will arrive soon.

The stern-faced brown-haired boy had stood beside her at some point, his sharp eyes fixed on Firion through the crowd.

This person's words saved me a lot of trouble. At least I don't have to hide in the dark - although I always feel that it is as troublesome as that woman who can predict the future.

Thinking of this, his brows relaxed a little.

"Snapped"

A crisp slap landed on his thin shoulder. He turned around and saw a beautiful woman with a sweet smile looking at him.

"What are you looking at? What are you thinking about? Are you so obsessed with it?"

"Nothing, just seeing a lot of people, I'm not used to it."

Shaking his head to get rid of all the weird thoughts, Xiaoyin revealed a gentle expression that he never had in front of outsiders.

"I don't care. Since you followed me secretly, you have to work hard for me. Otherwise, I won't cook for you at night! Come on, follow me to the toy factory!"

The bright smile was full of doting and joking, she had no doubts about Xiao Yin's words, Xiao Lan grabbed his hand casually, and ran towards the distant streets with brisk steps.

"Wait for me, slow down..."

Xiaoyin didn't know what to say as she looked at her sister with a bitter smile. She was obviously not short of money but was always enjoying cheating by cheating on customers.

But this kind of life and way of getting along seems to be very good.

Feeling the warmth transmitted from Xiaolan's hands, Xiaoyin, who seldom smiled or almost never smiled since childhood, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and followed with big strides.

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"Lucario, use all your strength to split the tiles! Master Itachi, Aledo, quick attack!"

In the well-equipped training ground, the girl, feeling the urgency, sweated profusely with her companions.