Four Invitation Letters

Leaving aside Grandmother teasing Cynthia with a straight face at home, Sato and the other two had already found the town's only inn and checked in.

"Brother George, I'm still hungry!" The moment he entered the room, Mark immediately raised his hand pitifully, looking as though he had suffered some terrible injustice.

George did not know whether to laugh or cry. Before he could tease Mark, Sato nodded as well. "I think fermented rice balls would make a good late-night snack."

George blinked helplessly, then turned around and went downstairs to borrow the boss's kitchen.

"I want cola and fried chicken too!" Mark added, sticking his head out.

Before the footsteps going downstairs had even fully faded, Mark did not mind not getting a response. After all, Mom Qiao would not let him... or the boss go hungry.

While the two waited in the room for George's late-night snack, they naturally were not doing nothing. Mark released all his Pokémon and happily played with them, trying hard to help Spiritomb fit into the group, though with little effect.

Meanwhile, Sato turned on his computer, connected to the internet, and remotely dealt with some work emails.

Although Sato had temporarily handed Dark Night Gym over to the siblings Sinan and Sian, that did not mean he had become a hands-off boss.

Some important decisions still required Sato's approval before they could be carried out.

After sending unified rejections to the unimportant invitation letters and handling all the documents requiring his signature and confirmation, half an hour had already passed.

Having traveled outside for so many days, he had accumulated quite a few emails. As for the last few, even he needed to carefully consider them before making a decision.

An invitation to participate in the Pokémon League Pseudo-Elite Four Tournament! An