On the screen, the Magic Apprentice marched proudly out of Mahogany Gym with Misdreavus.
[You set up your stall on the street again, but this time, you displayed the Badge you had just earned.]
She was clearly determined to sell her potions.
Was she that short on money?
Baimu rubbed his chin, thinking.
If he had a potion that could temporarily strengthen Pokémon without anyone noticing, he certainly wouldn't sell it out in the open.
The Pokémon League would ban it the moment they found out.
Winning by doping went against the principle of fair play.
But was the Magic Apprentice selling the same potion she had used on Misdreavus during the Gym battle?
The narration didn't say, so he couldn't be sure.
He wondered whether her Well-Bred talent had something to do with all those potions. Perhaps Pokémon grew stronger if they took enough of them.
Baimu turned his attention back to the Simulator and suddenly realized that the Magic Apprentice and Misdreavus had been running their stall until sunset.
Murkrow circled above their heads.
The bleak scene made it clear that her attempt to sell potions had failed again.
People had evidently taken her for a swindler.
[You still failed to sell a potion. Hunger drove all complaints from your mind, and you decided to dig up wild vegetables and pick fruit in the forest.]
Huh.
Did she not know Pokémon Centers offered trainers free food and lodging? Or had Pokémon Centers charged for those things back then?
Baimu thought back to Scent Sister, whose simulation took place furthest in the past, and suddenly realized she had hardly ever stayed at a Pokémon Center. She'd never been short of money!
Most of his other ordinary simulations with Poor Background had taken place much closer to the present.
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