"Yes, why?"
Heiduo's expression tightened slightly. He had encountered someone who lurked suspiciously outside a Pokémon Day Care and said things like that long ago.
A con artist who used a Dratini disguised by Ditto to scam people into buying it.
Slateport City had people like that too?
"Then you're really out of luck. Recently, most of the Ralts on the market have been secretly placed under protection." The middle-aged man revealed a mouthful of yellow-black teeth stained by years of smoking and said mysteriously, "If you want to get a Ralts through legitimate channels, you'll have to rely on 'luck'!"
He put special emphasis on the word "luck."
At the same time, his expression was extremely strange.
The answer was obvious. At least, Heiduo understood it.
He exchanged a glance with Umbreon.
Umbreon immediately got the message. With a leap, she jumped onto Heiduo's shoulder, making his body sink slightly. Then, with practiced ease, she opened the zipper of his empty backpack and slipped inside.
Then she zipped it shut from within.
After that.
Heiduo tilted his head toward the middle-aged man, signaling for him to talk somewhere with fewer people.
The middle-aged man nodded, wearing the expression of someone who had hooked a fish.
Both sides had what they wanted.
Half an hour later.
Near a relatively secluded flowerbed outside the Pokémon Day Care.
The middle-aged man made up a background story for himself.
Something about having connections within the Pokémon Association, something about intercepting the Ralts that had been gathered together, something about having both high- and low-quality ones. As long as Heiduo had money, he could get them.
Never mind whether he was bragging.
Looking for customers near a Pokémon Day Care, selling without even investigating the customer's identity, spouting lies that could be exposed at