This elf world is a bit strange

Seeing that Filio had finally finished the formalities and rushed over, Master Atli, who was plump and kind-looking, waved to him and called him over to his side, who was still a little confused. With a slight wave of his hand, the secretary respectfully left the office, leaving only three of them sitting opposite each other.

"Nils told me that he wanted to take this opportunity to meet you, and I thought it would save trouble, so I asked him to go with me. I hope you won't blame me for being impolite for not greeting you in advance?" Atley asked with a smile, pouring a cup of tea. His white beard and double chin trembled with his voice, and he looked kind and easy-going.

Filio pretended to be frightened and said with a smile: "I am grateful to a great man like you for meeting a nobody like me. How can I have any objection?"

"No matter from which angle you look at it, you can't say that you are a nobody! We are the youngest senior breeder." Master Atli stroked his beard gently, looking at Firio who was sitting upright with soft eyes, "Be more casual, don't be so restrained. Speaking of which, this is our first meeting and chatting today, but this is not the first time I have dealt with you."

Nils smiled and added, "When you trapped Haruka in the cave, President Atley personally went to the Alliance headquarters and pressured that old lion Ravi to speed up the process. Now that I think about it, time has passed so quickly. That old guy who quit actually retired earlier than the two of us! How outrageous!"

When talking about Ravi, who is almost the same age as him, Nils pretended to complain and acted like he was gritting his teeth.

"indeed so."

Atlee nodded, and the two old men smiled at each other.

Hearing them talking about the chairman, with whom he also had a good relationship, Filio could not respond. He just bowed slightly in the direction of Atli and said sincerely: "I will never forget the life-saving grace of Haruka that day. I have always been very grateful for the help and support of the association and my predecessors. Whenever I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely contribute more to the association!"

"Saving my life is too great a favor. I am just representing the association to support and encourage the young people we have high hopes for. After all, the cultivators are a minority and need unity and development even more."

Waving his hand dismissively, Atlee's gaze hardened a little and he spoke with a hint of caution.

Firion nodded in agreement. He was quite satisfied with the respectful attitude and changed the subject with a smile.

"Tell me about the research you want to do in the future and the areas you are interested in. Young people's vision is always sharper than ours. Let me, an old man with a sense of decay, feel the fresh breath of the times."

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After chatting for a while, it was found that unlike Director Nils who was strict but straightforward, the mature and steady Master Atli was cautious and rigorous in his words, often with hidden meanings. He was also generous in giving advice and instructions to Firio, with the demeanor of a loyal elder, which made people feel like spring breeze.

Having sat firmly at the top of the Cultivators Association for many years, where the interest relations are extremely complicated, he has won the respect of both the old-school nobles with complicated connections and the support of the common people and grassroots who have emerged in recent years. He must have his own outstanding qualities.

In fact, he has been able to get along with everyone for many years and has always maintained an overall atmosphere of healthy competition and mutual promotion within the association. He has reconciled the increasingly sharp conflicts between the new and old factions and ensured the stability of the overall environment. This is truly rare.

From this short conversation, Firio got a glimpse of the whole picture and had a basic understanding of the style of this master breeder.

Originally, as the president, he only needed to preside over Filio's promotion ceremony, and he could even have a director representative attend. He would just write a letter to encourage him. However, in the nearly ten years since he took office as president, perhaps the importance of the ceremony had changed, but he would always be present in person every time to give the most direct respect and affirmation.

Such an attitude and style really makes it difficult for people to feel disgusted.

However, this was not the reason why he took the initiative to find Filio for a talk. What really led to this meeting was Filio's age and the paper that was refreshing to him.

Director Nils saw the key point, and with his experienced eyes he naturally knew the importance of it. He tried several methods one by one to verify them. Amidst his amazement, his words were full of love for Firio.

With Atli as the protagonist, Nils simply sat aside and listened silently, only adding a few words from time to time, acting as a mediator to the atmosphere and expressing his support for Firio.

But in fact, the most important content of this conversation has been conveyed in a clear opening statement at the very beginning.

As a middleman to reconcile the two factions, Master Atli secretly supported Nils but still expressed his limits implicitly.

After all, the survival of the Cultivators Association and the group of cultivators it represents requires not only bold and enterprising efforts, but more importantly, the maintenance of their own unity and stability - as an important and highly independent social class.

On this point, the Association and the Pokémon League's positions will not and should not be completely consistent.

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After a pleasant conversation between the host and the guests, Firion, feeling relieved, left at the right time at the signal of Nils.

As soon as he went out, he saw Woolley who had been waiting outside.

"Hey, you're out now? This time I can feel how nervous you are. How is it? Is the feeling of meeting the president different from that of meeting Director Niels?"

Looking at Firio, whose forehead was slightly sweaty, Woolley lowered his voice and teased, then walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"After all, he is a leader in the academic world and a noble person who helped me out of trouble. He is also the president. I have to rely on him for many things, so I should respect him more." Taking out a handkerchief and wiping it gently, Filio breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a little emotion, "It is also thanks to Director Niels' help. Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing."

"There have been undercurrents in the association these days. It's not as harmonious as you looked this morning." Wu Li looked meaningfully at the empty corridors on both sides, and pulled Filio towards the elevator. "It won't hurt to be careful. Let's go to my office. This is not the place to talk."

As he walked past an office that had a crack open, he raised his voice a little: "Come out with me for a drink at noon today. I know a pretty good restaurant. Let's celebrate for you. Let's have a great start!"

After saying that, he walked away with big strides and a swagger.

It was not until a long time later that the slightly opened door closed heavily.

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"Senior, the room you saw earlier is Master Camilla's...?"

After arriving at Woolley's room, closing the door and sitting down, Firio, feeling mostly at ease, pointed in the direction of the ceiling and asked.

"That's right, but that old lady will definitely not show up at the headquarters. The one inside is his student and assistant, and also a senior senior breeder. He is not very successful, and at his age he just lives on a senior formula. It is said that his teacher gave it to him because he felt embarrassed. Add sugar and milk, and celebrate properly."

Woolley, who is old but still has the spirit of a young man, showed a proud smile and put the coffee with a lot of sugar in front of Philio. He could feel the sweetness without even taking a sip.

"As you get older, you tend to like sweet drinks more easily. It really makes people happy, especially when you drink something that is bitter at first but sweet later." After taking a sip, Woolley looked at Filio with a smile, "The old lady's disciples are not very motivated. They are always worried that after they die, the school they have managed for generations will decline. So when they saw your paper, they immediately sensed the danger. They have been the most troubled in the past few days, but it doesn't matter. Compared with them, some ordinary breeders of average level are not very happy, which deserves more attention."

"After all, many of these are their livelihood skills. I can understand that." Filio nodded, took a sip of coffee, savored the aroma between his lips and teeth, and said slowly, "But this is not a bad thing. Such unskilled things should not be sold at such a high price."

"You're really ruthless when you talk... Not everyone is a monster like you." Woolley laughed dumbly, casually called up the monitoring systems of several production studios in the building and pointed them out to Filio, "Look, these are the young people who were 'inspired' by you to come up with a new quantitative standard, and now they are getting beaten to a pulp."

Firio said calmly: "Failure is experience. Sooner or later, you will succeed."

"Of course, so I support you, as do Director Niels and so many breeders who don't have a famous family to back them up." Woolley sat up straight and said seriously, "You are an extraordinary person. You have done what many people want to do but don't have the ability to do. You have stirred up this stagnant pool of water, which not only benefits the public, but also brings us some new opportunities."

"I can't be flattered. I just have more creative ideas and like to do unusual things and take unusual paths." Firio waved his hand and smiled reservedly.

"You! You're obviously saying nice things, but why do I feel so uncomfortable and want to beat you up?" Wu Li glared at him and tried to look angry, but he couldn't hold it back and laughed. "People are really different! Why don't I have a brain like you?"

"It's natural. I can't choose."

"go with!"

Picking up the empty coffee cup, the "furious" Woolley pretended to hit him. Filio quickly stood up and fled in embarrassment.

Pachirisu, who was squatting on the desk eating snacks, also jumped up and joined in. For a moment, there was chaos and weak electric currents flew everywhere amid the laughter of the electric rats.

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By the time Pachirisu had a good time, Woolley's pots and pans had almost all been emptied, and both Firion and Woolley were given trendy hairstyles. But the most important thing was not that, but the Dream Fairy and the Wind Fairy who attacked them halfway.

Their joining made the situation out of control.

When the dust settled, Filho finally understood why everything in Woolley's office looked so sturdy and could withstand being dropped.

With such a little ancestor around, bumps and bruises are inevitable.

And today, the Dream Fairy and the Wind Fairy also taught Wu Li a good lesson.

Showing a sense of sympathy and mutual sorrow, the two looked at each other and sighed in unison.

It was not until this moment that Filio had the opportunity to talk about the real purpose of looking for Woolley today.

"Senior, what did I ask of you earlier...?"

Facing the mirror in the private bathroom, Filio pressed hard on his completely unruly hair and asked Woolley who was standing beside him.

"Small question, I knew you were going to ask this." Wu Li, who had basically given up on treatment, nodded nonchalantly, splashing water on his head. "Here, it's in that little cabinet over there, unharmed. You wanted it urgently, you said half a month, but you wanted it in just a few days. You made me run all this way. What are you trying to do?"

"Well... I need to prepare a gift for you. Sun Eevee, take good care of them!"

Firion, who had barely smoothed his hair, hugged the dream fairy and the wind fairy who were still trying to make trouble and rubbed them hard, not giving them any chance to take advantage.

"Wow! That's really valuable. You must have spent a lot of effort, right? Let's go! Let's not clean it up. Let's talk about it inside! Who is making you worry so much?"

Smelling the gossip, Woolley, with wet hair, rushed forward and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Patch!"

The unstoppable white electric mouse couldn't resist its curiosity, and hopped nimbly, landing on Woolley's shoulder and pricked up its little ears.

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Sala, beachfront villa.

The bedroom was a little messy, and Nancy was struggling in front of the closet.

She has been standing here for more than half an hour.

What clothes to bring when going out is always a difficult decision.

Behind her was an open suitcase, and next to it was another bulging suitcase, which looked bulging, so it must have been packed.

Suddenly, she, who had been unable to make up her mind, glanced and saw some brand new clothes hidden in the corner. Her pretty face turned slightly red, and she spat softly and was about to close the closet door.

But at the last moment, she looked a little struggling, and after thinking it over, she took them out again, just occupying the last bit of space in the box.

Soon, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the car waiting outside the door slowly drove towards the train station.

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At the same time, in the Refining Tower, in Korni's room.

The small painting that they had painted together in Miare, in the name of which she was responsible for messing up and Filio for correcting, was still hanging on the head of the bed. The frame looked as good as new, obviously the result of frequent cleaning.

After the meeting, Korni rushed back to Sala, lying on the bed with a bitter face. Her white little feet were raised and waved back and forth. Her pink red lips were slightly pouted, and she was visibly unhappy.

"A cunning old woman, a big wooden man with soft ears! I'm so mad at you!"

She pounded the pillow beneath her hard. She had already learned everything from Philio, but she never expected that she was robbed halfway through a meeting.

After being complacent for several months, today's victory turned into a big defeat for Miss Korney.

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In the evening, in the hotel room, a small gift box was placed flat on the table, with some plant debris scattered around it, emitting a faint fragrance. The careful Emperor Nabo was cleaning it bit by bit with a small brush.

Firion sat on the sofa, holding his phone in one hand and stroking the soft hair of Sol Eevee with the other hand, watching Gromit, Wind Sprite, and the little Dream Sprite who was becoming more and more familiar with playing games with his hair sitting in a row and playing the cartridges he brought from home.

The sound of fighting continued to be heard from the TV, and the shouts of the little ones became louder and louder.

"Ding Dong"

[Nazi: We will take a flight tomorrow morning. We will meet at the airport. We will arrive in Golden City in the afternoon and stay at the gym.]

Looking at the message on his phone, he smiled slightly as he thought about visiting the Golden Gym tomorrow night and essentially achieving the feat of "meeting the parents" again.

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and thought of something remarkable.

Listen to her tone...

After a little thought, Firion, who had some understanding (actually not), said seriously: "Sol Eevee."

"Buyi?" Sun Eevee raised his little head in confusion.

"It might be difficult for you and Big Mouth to sleep on your own tomorrow night."

"Buyi?!"

"Qi...Qiduo?!"

“Hey, hey, hey, I was just kidding, I was just kidding…! Stop using your mental strength! I’m going to bite it to pieces! Let go!”

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It was now the time when the hotel attendants were on patrol.

After all, we live in a suite, so the sound insulation is exceptionally good for various reasons.

The lazy young man walked slowly outside the door and sighed softly:

"It's another peaceful day, it's nice...get off work!"

Chapter 260 Is this the script of “The Son-in-law of Guandu”?

Above the clouds, a large passenger plane was flying at high speed from west to east.

Below is a vast sea of ​​clouds and blue, as well as scattered islands of varying sizes. Further ahead, a continent that is several times larger than all other regions is faintly visible.

A Pidgeot flew straight through the clouds, just in time to catch up with a passing plane.

Watching the huge iron bird soaring in the sky with a flying speed comparable to its own, it blinked, then quickly increased its speed, flew alongside, and looked around curiously.

"Look, that eagle looks pretty strong."

Through the round window, Firion pointed at Pidgeot which was flying not far from him, and called out to Nancy who was beside him.

"Hmm... hm? What Pidgeot?" Nancy, who tends to feel sleepy as soon as she gets on a plane, nodded subconsciously. Then she came to her senses, rubbed her blurry eyes, and looked in the direction of Firion, and her eyes met Pidgeot's.