This elf world is a bit strange

"As the steward of the castle, this is our basic etiquette. Regardless of whether you are eventually granted the title of earl or marquis, you are still the one we serve. I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable."

Yikong bowed respectfully, but had no intention of giving in.

Seeing this, Filio could only float him up and waved his hand, saying, "If that's the case, I'll just follow the host's wishes."

Yikong showed a relieved expression: "Thank you for your understanding, Lord Firion, please get in the car, and let me introduce you to the history of the Battle Fortress on the way. It is a story that has lasted for thousands of years."

"Then I'm all ears."

With courtesy, the two of them got into the city's special car and sped away with the slight roar of the engine.

It was not until the vehicle disappeared from sight that the trainers who were visiting or preparing to go to the Fortress for their debut battle gathered together and started talking.

The chubby young man was the first to break the silence: "What do you think, will he be an earl or a marquis in the end?"

"Logically speaking, most of the champions of the conference should be earls. Last year and the year before last, both were earls. But..." The thin young man with high cheekbones looked at the smoke and dust in the distance, his words vague.

The girl who was traveling with him nodded and continued, "But he is a newly promoted Heavenly King. He may become one of our Four Heavenly Kings in the future."

The discussion among the three people sparked conversation among the people around them. A traveler who looked quite old took a poster and moved in with great interest.

"Logically speaking, most people with his strength have already become dukes, and only a few who don't participate in the competition are still marquises, such as the Violet Marquis who will compete with him this afternoon. But the highest level of the tournament champion is this level."

"Who do you think can win?"

"I think this champion is still the best. After all, he defeated Korne, the gym leader. Violet is just about the same level as her. In fact... after all, she doesn't have a mega-evolved ace Pokémon yet, and she's also a bug-type expert."

"I can't just pretend I didn't hear that. There are a lot of very strong Bug-type Pokémon, and Miss Violet isn't weak either!"

"Of course, but Mr. Chaklo is still stronger, right? I still remember his Mega Steelix in the Duke promotion match half a month ago."

"It's a pity that he advanced, otherwise I would also like to watch their battle..."

"what a pity……"

"yes……"

"Having said that, isn't Miss Violet only one victory away from winning?"

"Eh? Is that so?"

"Of course I am! You're a fake fan, right?!"

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Amid the noise, more and more people started talking and they rushed towards the battle fortress in a noisy manner.

In the chaos, the small poster in the traveler's hand also got out of control, flew away with the wind, swayed and floated above everyone's heads, and slowly fell to the ground.

On the colorful paper, the figures of the dream demon and the colorful butterfly are clearly visible, and their tense posture is full of gunpowder.

The exhibition match between the tournament champion and the gym leader has already whetted people's appetite before it even started.

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To be honest, when Firion first saw this exquisite and beautiful thousand-year-old castle, his reaction was not admiration, but...

Compared to the Flare Team headquarters outside Mingshui Town, this castle must be easier to demolish.

It's really a sin (good reading)

Thinking of this, Filio, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a strange look on his face. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"Lord Firion, this is the battle against the Fortress. How do you feel about it?"

Yikong, who was always keeping an eye on all directions and listening carefully, was very aware of the situation and asked while driving.

"Well, it has a lot of history and art, but also a modern feel. It's really a good place for battle and communication."

The compliment came out of Firio's mouth without thinking, and Yikong was very satisfied.

Praising the castle to which he had dedicated his life gave him more pride and satisfaction than praising himself.

The car drove slowly along the road and entered the castle gate. By the small lake outside the courtyard, the two sharp-eyed people immediately saw Violet and Chaklo walking hand in hand on the lawn by the lake.

Yikong wanted to go forward directly, but was stopped by Firio.

"Mr. Yikong, please give them some private time. I also want to take a walk around the fortress with my friends. Could you please introduce this place to me?"

Firio, who is always willing to help others, naturally would not do anything to spoil the mood. Yikong also realized something and gladly accepted it: "Of course, it's my pleasure, Lord Firio, please follow me."

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Inside the quaint castle is a Western-style building that serves as a social venue, where battle fans and lovers of chivalry culture from all over Kalos and other regions gather to enjoy a unique experience.

Paintings of various styles are hung on both sides of the clean corridor, many of which are historical treasures that have only been seen in textbooks. In addition, there is an exquisitely crafted knight statue not far apart, highlighting the characteristics of the battle fortress.

The little dream demon, who is obviously an expert in long-range combat but particularly likes close combat, can't let go of these statues. He looks left and right in the corridor, his cute little face lit up by a big smile, and his increasingly flexible hair is balled into small fists, which he waves repeatedly with great vigor.

The beauty-loving big-mouthed kid would stop from time to time to admire the artworks on the wall, from the elegance and dignity of neoclassicism to the complexity and splendor of Rococo, to the unrestrained and fluent romanticism. The little proud kid who grew up in the mountains but has an artist's heart was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

Looking at the people coming and going, the always restless Wind Fairy showed a sly smile, but looking at the bottles and jars around him that seemed very expensive at first glance, and thinking about Firion's wallet that had never been full and his own food standards, the prank expert finally restrained his thoughts, and took advantage of the Sun Eevee's unpreparedness, pounced on Firion's head, and occupied the seat originally belonging to the Dream Fairy.

"Buyi~"

The gentle smile concealed a bit of sharpness, but at this moment, the Sun Eevee did not intend to get too entangled with the Wind Fairy. It gently swung its long tail and wrapped it around Firion's wrist, and walked forward slowly. It didn't care much about chivalry or historical relics, but it cared a lot about being able to walk around with Firion.

"Enpei..."

Following behind Firion with steady steps, his eyes narrowed slightly. Even when sightseeing, Emperor Nabo did not forget to cultivate his spirit and accumulate strength according to the method taught by Nancy. The breakthroughs of Incubus and Sol Eevee made it feel a little pressure, and ignited its long-lost competitive spirit.

"You should relax when you're out playing, and you can talk about training when you get home. It's a pity that the scaly-armored dragon didn't come, otherwise it would probably like this kind of knight-style statue, even more than the little dream demon." Firio gently patted Emperor Nabo's shoulder with a light tone, full of leisurely relaxation and comfort.

At the same time, on the lawn outside the building, the scorching sun made the dragon, who had originally planned to take a nap outdoors, complain bitterly.

As always, this kind of indoor visiting occasion has nothing to do with a big guy like Dragonite. Not wanting to stay in the Poké Ball and take a nap, it simply didn't go with Firion and ran to the outdoor lawn to bask in the sun.

However, today it obviously underestimated the power of the sun and the moisture from being close to the water source. The combination of the two made it feel sticky. Only a sweet couple like Violet and Chaklo could tolerate it, but it obviously couldn't.

The Tyrannosaurus, who was so hot that he doubted his life, felt aggrieved. He looked at the two young men who were fighting passionately in a constant temperature venue blocked by glass and energy barriers not far away. His temper boiled and he immediately opened his bloody mouth: "Boman!——"

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The powerful roar frightened the two people in the venue at the same time, and the commander of the battle was slowed down, and the glass on the outer wall of the castle also trembled slightly.

Hearing the familiar roar, Firion, who was being intimate with Sol Eevee in the corridor, hurried to the window with Yikong. When he looked down, he saw that it was the depressed and aggrieved Dragonite.

"You big guy..." Looking at the huge body stained with sweat, Firion laughed dumbly, and quickly took out the Poké Ball to take back the Dragonite that was already in the "steamer" and couldn't stand the heat, and didn't forget to tease, "I told you it was hot outside, but you didn't listen."

In response to him, the Poké Ball shook continuously.

It was obvious that the Dragonite was sulking silently.

Patting the Poké Ball, Firion said lovingly, "Okay, don't lose your temper. I'll give you some mint and vanilla cookies tonight to cool you down. How about that? You can have some ice cream if you're not afraid of the cold."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Poké Ball immediately regained its calm. As long as there was something delicious to eat, Dragonite was still easy to talk to.

Now that I think about it carefully, when Dragonite stole the honey from the three bees, it was probably not just to improve its strength, but the reason for greed was probably even higher.

Complaining in his heart, Firion put the Poké Ball back to his waist, and glanced around, seeing two trainers fighting in the constant temperature outdoor field. The roar of Dragonite only made them lose their concentration for a moment, and after a little adjustment, they started fighting again.

Although it was just a low-level standard venue and the two were only wearing the Baron's white cloak, after a quick look, I found that their strength and momentum were quite good. Compared with ordinary traveling trainers, they had more methods, and the training of Absol and Digger Rabbit was also remarkable.

Seeing Firio's interest, Yikong walked over and explained, "These two barons often compete here. They are also frequent visitors to our fortress. They are both powerful barons. I think they will be promoted to the title in the near future."

Firion nodded slightly, thinking to himself.

In fact, conducting such standard one-on-one battles frequently is helpful for improving tactical qualities, allowing trainers to have a clearer understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of their own Pokémon, and to learn more about the individual combat capabilities of other Pokémon.

But this may not be the case for actual combat. There is a huge difference between the rules of standard combat and the actual situations encountered in the wild. If you are only obsessed with fighting in the arena, you may be helpless when you really encounter danger in the wild.

Thinking of this, Firion felt that the fierce battle was a little boring. He turned around and looked at his companions who were chattering and playing together, making Emperor Napo extremely anxious.

Rather than a single form of combat, the right approach is to develop in all directions and clearly understand one's own strengths and weaknesses.

But... after thinking about it, he sighed again and said softly: "Alas, it is inevitable to make choices. After all, not every Pokémon is as good as the Dream Monsters."

Yikong didn't quite hear clearly, so he leaned over and said, "Lord Firio?"

"No, nothing. I won't watch the battle for now. Please take me around here. I want to hear more about the battle fortress, especially the thousands of years of history here."

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From the Kingdom of Kalos to the divided city-states, and then to the current Kalos Alliance, it has gone through many ups and downs, and the War Fortress has been destroyed and rebuilt several times, but the main body has remained standing, becoming a living fossil of the history of contemporary Kalos.

Nowadays, in Kalos, this fighting style known for its etiquette and norms can be regarded as a regional characteristic. It not only has tactical and training significance, but also contains many social values. Many trainers who come here to fight will become close friends under the inspiration of history and chivalry.

Especially in recent years, through cooperation with the League, many well-known trainers, including gym owners and League kings have also participated in it, which has increased its popularity and made it a combination of tourism, combat training, and cultural promotion, and has influence worldwide.

Speaking of this, as the most senior steward in the fortress, Yikong was proud and his face was beaming.

Firion was also touched by the sense of pride that came from the bottom of his heart. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard a familiar clear female voice coming from the front:

"Filio~! Now that you're here, why don't you come and play with us?"

Looking closely, it was Violet who had heard the roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex and had been asking around with Chaklo to find him.

At the end of the corridor, she just saw Firion and came running over, asking half teasingly and half reproachfully.

"This is because..."

"This is what happened." Just as Yikong was about to explain, Filio stopped him and said with a mischievous smile, "I saw you two were taking a walk by the lake, and I thought how could I disturb you during such a great time? So I took the initiative and asked Mr. Yikong to take me to visit the castle."

"us……"

"Hehe, then your ability to read the air is quite strong~"

The teasing look made Chaklo blush. Violet waved her hand nonchalantly and admitted it generously. Then she changed the subject and asked Xiang Yikong: "Mr. Yikong, when does our exhibition match start? I can't wait to fight with Filio!"

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lady Violet has already issued a notice and invitation to the Knights around. Lady Firion, please allow me to introduce that Knight is the name we call the trainers who will participate in the battle here." Bowing slightly, Yikong took out a sample of the promotional poster from his pocket and showed it to Violet, asking softly, "We still have some time, do you have any plans?"

"No plans~! Filio, what are you and Mr. Yikong talking about? Do you want to play with us?"

Holding her chin in a delicate manner, Violet thought for a long time but couldn't think of anything interesting, so she simply threw the problem to Firion.

Pointing to the paintings and artworks on the wall, Firio said with a smile, "We are talking about history, chivalry, and art. Are you two interested in listening?"

"Ah... I'd better forget it. It makes me feel dizzy just by listening to it. My sister might be willing to listen to it, but unfortunately she's not here. Let's go~"

When Miss Violet, who was as bad a student as Korni, heard this, she immediately lost interest. She pulled Chaklo and ran away. Before she finished her words, she had already run to the other side of the corridor in a hurry.

"It is as expected." Firio shook his head with a puzzled look, looked at Yikong who was hesitant to speak, and asked politely, "Can we still walk around for a while, Mr. Yikong? Then please take me to the preparation area. Although the battle with Violet is just an exhibition match, we still need to make some adjustments."

Yikong's eyes lit up, as if he had found a soulmate, and he said repeatedly: "Of course, please follow me. There are many precious artworks handed down from the Carlos Kingdom on the third and fourth floors here, which will surely satisfy you. Come, this way..."

His brisk steps did not make him seem like an old man at all. Walking in the castle where he had personally measured every inch of land for decades, Yikong proudly introduced every detail here, and Firio gave praise at the right time. They sang and responded in perfect harmony.

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Time passed, and the scheduled battle time arrived as scheduled.

The hottest afternoon sun gradually subsided and the temperature dropped slightly. Although it was still very hot, it was not as torturous as before.

The balconies on each floor of the castle were already filled with trainers and battle fans who had come from all over to watch the game, eagerly waiting for the battle between the two young strong men.

After a brief adjustment, under the instruction of Jasmine, the referee in a maid outfit, Firion put on an orange cape provided by the Fortress that belonged to the Marquisate but did not have the insignia of the title, and walked to the large stage reserved for top trainers to battle.

Violet, who was walking towards him, was also wearing the same outfit, except that she had an extra marquis badge on her chest, unlike Philio. Her face was filled with pure vitality and a refreshing smile, and the hair on both sides of her forehead trembled slightly with her steps, which was very interesting and cute.

At some point, Chaklo, whose hands were never idle, had climbed to the edge of the castle again. His suit could not limit his body as agile as a monkey. He grabbed the edge of the wall with one hand and even waved at the two of them with the other hand, which surprised Filio.

"He's always like this. He wants to climb the wall when he sees it. He can't control himself when he gets to the Battle Fortress. Just pretend he doesn't exist."

Violet was no longer surprised by such situations. She shook her head helplessly and explained softly to Firion.

Filio's lips curled slightly: "I just think that Chaklo's physical fitness seems to be better than I thought. There is a kind of beauty of strength."

"The beauty of strength... Although it sounds good, I always feel that something is wrong." Violet felt something vaguely, but she couldn't figure it out. However, she was carefree and obviously didn't care about it. She waved her hand casually and said with a smile, "Ignore that idiot, Firion, this time is different from the gym match, I'm going to show my real ability~"

Firio spread his hands and said, "Not really. Isn't this an exhibition match? I thought it was just a token of my appreciation."

"Eh? Is that so? I was thinking of getting promoted to Duke after winning..." Violet was a little silly in surprise, and then she became a little bit arrogant and unreasonable, "I don't care, I have decided to send out the Colorful Butterfly! Korni also told me that I should work hard for her as well, so you can't blame me if you lose!"

"Oh my goodness, it turns out that this stupid cucumber is the one who is fanning the flames..."

Muttering to himself, Firio recalled Korni's meaningful smirk that morning. It turned out that she was instigating both sides, just waiting to see the fun.

The innocent and lovely Miss Cucumber seemed to have also learned bad things. Perhaps this was the saying that people who were close to red people would be redder if they were close to black people... Ugh! It couldn't be that she was influenced by me! Firio shook his head repeatedly, getting rid of the completely unrealistic fantasies in his mind.

At this moment, Chaklo fell from the sky and landed steadily on the terrace at the side of the court.