"Ahem. What brings you to me?"
Third Ancestor Gengar stood solemnly with one short, stubby white hand behind his back. With the other, he casually adjusted the lensless Black Glasses on his face.
"Well, Ancestor, this is my friend Mu Yun, the Trainer who's here to receive Gastly," Liu Hesheng explained.
"Oh, one of Little Eleven's descendants. Honestly, how old is she now? Why make such a fuss over giving away a child? Go find her yourself."
Third Ancestor Gengar promptly lost interest and waved Liu Hesheng on.
Then, with a whoosh, he vanished from the ancestral hall.
Mu Yun thought he could faintly hear someone shouting, "That's my gold! It's mine! Put it down!" or something along those lines.
"You're not surprised?"
After Third Ancestor Gengar left, Liu Hesheng looked at Mu Yun in surprise.
Mu Yun glanced at him, then at Qu Ning, who was watching him with the same curiosity.
"Surprised by what?"
Gengar's strength?
No one else can see that.
"A Pokémon speaking human language isn't surprising?" Qu Ning asked.
She had seen it before, so she wasn't surprised. But this was Mu Yun's first time. Why was he so calm?
"Pokémon are naturally intelligent, and Ghost-type Pokémon live a long time. Is it that strange for one to learn to speak?" Mu Yun asked in return.
Before meeting Ceruledge, he might have been surprised.
But he had already seen a precedent, so he had accepted it as perfectly normal.
As everyone knew, once you accepted a strange idea, it stopped seeming strange at all.
Like a trash can that wasn't allowed to hold trash, a bed no one was allowed to sleep in, a wife cake with no wife, or food that looked nothing like its packaging.
"Uh..."
Qu Ning had to admit that made