"Numi!"
Amid the terrified cries of many Hisuian Goodra and Sliggoo.
They became Shiny Gengar's captives, their eyes covered by a pinkish-purple glow, their expressions dull and their bodies swaying.
Gengar waved its pudgy claws, and the Goodra immediately lined up like puppets on strings and jumped into the river, splashing up great sheets of water as only rows of heads remained above the surface.
"Is he really a Champion?"
Aaron could not help turning his head to ask.
Cynthia smiled faintly. "If nobody's impersonating him, then he should be the Orre Champion."
Aaron fell silent.
Would a normal Champion casually hypnotize wild Pokémon and force them to lead the way to their habitat?
That was clearly something only Pokémon hunters would do!
Though he knew Baimu's actions had prevented a conflict that had nearly broken out, he was still curious.
So he asked, "Baimu, you've gone to their habitat. What are you planning to do next?"
"Just take a look."
Baimu gave him a strange glance. "We're already here, and the Goodra and Sliggoo have noticed us. We can't just come for nothing, can we?"
Since there was no information about Heatran on Iron Island anyway, taking a look at how wild Hisuian Goodra lived these days would not be a wasted trip.
The search process might have been a little unfriendly, but Baimu believed it was nothing serious.
The little grain-sprinkler was already itching to get to work!
Hearing Baimu's answer, Aaron finally understood that his goal was to conduct a Pokémon ecology observation...
Such activities were quite common. Iron Island's unique ecological environment often attracted research groups from all over to conduct expeditions there.
But nobody did it like Baimu—how was this any different from holding a gun to a polar bear's head and then saying you