Why Him

That person, it's that person. Why is it that person...

Sir Enzo cried out in his heart. At this moment, he felt as if the entire world had turned dark.

"Right now, he's the only one I can think of," Link said, indulging his talkative nature as he repeatedly struck Sir Enzo's fragile heart.

After speaking, he seemed to recall something and added, "Aiven seems quite skilled at concocting poisonous potions."

Skilled at concocting poisonous potions... Sir Enzo closed his eyes in pain. The Luxray before him was poisoned by the other party's concoction – an incurable poison!

"What should I do now?"

"Should I go and ask this Apothecary Aiven?"

"I'll definitely be recognized, absolutely. What will he do then?"

"He definitely won't help me. What should I do?"

Sir Enzo clutched his head, truly unsure of what to do. How he wished there was a hole he could jump into right then and there.

"Sir Enzo, are you not feeling well?" Link looked at the pale-faced knight with some confusion.

Sir Enzo forced a smile. "No, I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

"Then let's set off quickly. Mr. Aiven and I are good friends, I'll help you persuade him to help," Link said enthusiastically.

Phyllis, standing nearby, offered a sweet smile at the opportune moment. "Then we'll have to trouble you, Mr. Link."

Finally, Sir Enzo, feeling somewhat dazed, was pulled out of the room by Link and they quickly ran outside.

Phyllis watched the two depart, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. It was obvious to anyone that Sir Enzo seemed to have a problem earlier.

Could he know this Aiven...? Phyllis made a guess in her heart. And their relationship probably wasn't very good.

She recalled the information Link had mentioned about Aiven, and suddenly she thought of something, her beautiful eyes widening slightly.

A Petilil. This Apothecary Aiven possesses a Petilil...

On the stone road outside the City of Ambition, an Ironclad Rhinoceros pulled the carriage, traveling swiftly.

Sir Enzo sat quietly in the carriage. At this moment, many possible scenarios of meeting the other party had already appeared in his mind.

From the current situation, it was indeed only this Apothecary Aiven who could save the Luxray. He would do anything to get the other party's help.

Should he test the waters first, or admit his mistake directly and beg for the other party's forgiveness?

To get the other party to forgive him, what price would he have to pay?

Money? Or something else?

If the other party refused to help, what would he do then? Force him?

As he thought, Sir Enzo felt his head start to ache again. It was a complete mess, and he didn't know what to do.

At Darby Farm.

This day, Aiven was training the Petilil as usual.

After the attack last night, the sense of urgency to become stronger within him had intensified.

The Petilil felt the same. Recalling the battle from last night, it felt its entire body boiling.

Become stronger. I want to become stronger, and then defeat every opponent!

It was already nearing afternoon. After finishing the morning's training in Deadly Poison Technique and Absorb Technique, the Petilil was practicing Leech Seed in the forest.

Beside them, little Andy sat on a rock, holding the bandaged Mukkuru, watching the Petilil train with great interest.

This morning, upon seeing Mukkuru injured, the little one was startled and immediately, disregarding Mukkuru's struggles, decided to take good care of it.

Unable to break free, Mukkuru could only reluctantly accept. Besides, compared to the little one's meticulous care, it was more interested in Aiven's training.

It never would have imagined that the Petilil, which it originally needed to protect, had become so strong after Aiven's training!

Last night, it was the Petilil and the Luxray that had defeated the opposing Luxray and two Stoutlands, playing a crucial role.

And from Aiven's words, it could tell that the Petilil had played a decisive role.

It had fought with that Luxray and knew how powerful it was, not to mention the two Stoutlands. Under such circumstances, its companion couldn't have won.

At the edge of the forest, the Luxray lay quietly resting on the ground. Seeing Mukkuru look over, it raised its head and glanced at the other.

But the next moment, the Luxray suddenly raised its head, its gaze fixed on the direction of the farm entrance. It abruptly stood up, its expression grave.

"Luxray, what's wrong?"

Aiven, who was directing the Petilil's training, looked at the Luxray in confusion.

Meow!

The Luxray nodded gently at Aiven, its body crouching slightly, assuming an attack stance.

The next moment, the Luxray began to move rapidly, bounding towards the main entrance!

"Could it be intruders again?"

Aiven's expression shifted slightly. Unable to dwell on it, he immediately chased after the Luxray.

Little Andy didn't quite react at first, but seeing everyone else running, he started running too.

Following the Luxray towards the farm entrance, Aiven saw a carriage stopped at the gate from afar.

Then, he saw two people standing beside the carriage, talking with Uncle Darby about something.

The Luxray stopped at a distance, its gaze fixed on the carriage. Aiven's eyes followed, and he discovered that the one pulling the carriage was an Ironclad Rhinoceros.

Clearly, the Luxray had sensed a Magical Beast approaching, which was why it had rushed over so quickly.

However, since it was just an Ironclad Rhinoceros pulling a carriage and equipped with Beast Gear, there shouldn't be too much danger.

On the other side, Sir Enzo also spotted the approaching Luxray and was almost scared into running away.

But he remembered that when he visited the farm yesterday, he had applied a special spice that could mask his scent, so this Luxray shouldn't recognize him.

As expected, the Luxray stopped at a distance and didn't approach further, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, his gaze shifted to the young man he had seen yesterday. He closed his eyes in pain; this was absolutely the last person he wanted to see.

"Apothecary Aiven, we meet again." Link saw Aiven and waved enthusiastically.

Aiven walked forward and smiled, "Mr. Link, it's been a while." He quite liked this talkative apothecary.

Afterward, his gaze fell upon Sir Enzo, standing beside Link and appearing somewhat unnatural in his behavior. He asked curiously, "Mr. Link, who is this?"