Steven Stone's Belated Gift

The latter half of Steven Stone's home—rather, manor—was occupied by a rather exaggerated mountain.

The mountain itself was not heavily covered in vegetation. That might have had something to do with Steven Stone's personal preferences, and it also made him more inclined toward this sort of rocky mountain when choosing a place to live.

At a glance, it looked perfectly suited for Rock Type and Steel Type Pokémon to inhabit. Every corner inside had probably been personally inspected by Steven Stone as well.

With the butler driving, several off-road vehicles quickly stopped at the foot of the mountain.

For the rest of the journey, everyone had to get out and continue on foot.

It was not that they could not drive up the mountain road. It was simply better for them to walk up.

Not long after they set off.

Luo Mu suddenly noticed that Wallace's expression seemed somewhat strange and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Could he still be hung up on the battle just now?

Wallace had not even lost. He had even defeated Nemona despite the type disadvantage, perfectly demonstrating what it meant when people said experience trumped youth.

A cunning thirty-year-old uncle had toyed with twelve-year-old Nemona in the palm of his hand—scratch that.

But then again, when Wallace had personally told Luo Mu his age, Luo Mu had indeed been shocked.

By that calculation, there was nearly a ten-year age gap between Wallace and Steven Stone. Given their relationship, they could not exactly be called friends across generations, but they were still rare close friends with such a large age difference.

In response to Luo Mu's question, Wallace merely shook his head with a blank expression. "You'll understand when we get there."

After saying that, Wallace's almost sage-like aura became even stronger.

Looking at his