"Where did those guys run off to?"
As the sounds outside gradually faded away, Ash and the others relaxed.
Lu Ze turned to look at Rotom.
What was Rotom trying to do?
"You really helped us out. Thanks, Rotom."
Ash thanked Rotom, but they could not understand what Rotom was saying.
Just as Lu Ze was about to send out Lucario to act as a translator, Rotom dove straight into the television over there.
"This..."
Lu Ze was a little helpless. Why was this Rotom always one step ahead of him?
It had been just now, and it was again now.
"The TV turned on?"
"Did Rotom do that?"
"He probably wants to tell us what he was saying." After catching a glimpse of Rotom flashing across the television screen, Lu Ze spoke to the others.
As images appeared on the television, Lu Ze, Ash, and the others gradually understood what Rotom wanted to say.
It was nothing more than the fact that the guy who had seized someone else's Pokémon in the battle arena earlier had been doing this for a long time.
And the true owner of this hotel was the white-haired attendant from earlier.
Previously, Mandoru had come to the hotel and forced the white-haired attendant into a Pokémon Battle. If he lost, he would have to hand over the hotel to Mandoru.
The white-haired attendant had agreed, but when the battle began, Rotom had been frightened away by the other side's Krookodile.
As a result, the white-haired attendant had gone from being the owner to what he was now.
Yet that guy had continued forcing every guest passing through the hotel into challenges, taking their Pokémon if they lost.
Rotom deeply regretted it.
Although the white-haired attendant had long since forgiven him, Rotom did not dare