[Really? Can you show me what kind of Pokémon it is?]
Lin Mo replied at once, curiosity filling his heart.
Whenever Drake had encountered a Pokémon unique to Alola before, he would take a photo and send it over for Lin Mo to see whether it was suitable. This time, Drake had said it fit his team, making him even more eager to find out.
A few seconds later, Drake's voice message came through, seemingly accompanied by Salamence's cries in the background:
Kid, what's the rush? I haven't gotten a photo yet. Don't worry, how could this old man's eye be bad? These little guys are definitely suited to your team. I guarantee you'll be satisfied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the message cut off. A final text message followed:
All right, enough talking. I'm busy, so I'm hanging up. We'll talk later.]
Holding up his communicator, Lin Mo scratched his head in confusion. "Why is he being so mysterious?"
Whenever Drake had looked for Pokémon in the past, he would always take photos and send them over. Yet this time, he would not even provide a single picture. It was truly unusual.
But on second thought, Drake was an Elite-level Trainer, and his eye for Pokémon spoke for itself. Since he said they suited Lin Mo's team, they could not be bad.
So Lin Mo did not ask any further questions and temporarily tucked away his anticipation.
If it had been Champion Lance instead—Lin Mo could not help but smile.
Then he definitely would have questioned him to the very end. After all, Champion Lance's taste in Pokémon was truly hard to praise.
At that moment, high above the Alola Islands, Drake rode on Salamence's back as the sea wind blew his hair into a mess.
He raised