There was always someone better
"Dream."
Suddenly, the Misdreavus grabbed a smooth Rock Head from the side and handed it to her, "Dream, dream."
"Bawl?"
Quagsire took it, glanced at it, shook his head, and then continued to act cute towards the prince.
It threw the Rock Head into the air, then Spit Up a Water Gun, hitting the round Rock Head into the water and sending three splashes flying.
Snap, snap...
"Nut, nit..."
Quagsire clapped his hands happily, then turned his head to look at the palace again.
Dian rubbed his forehead; he could finally understand how Misty felt when facing her Psyduck.
Moreover, although this Quagsire is a bit self-centered, it has one good point: it can understand human speech and comprehend its meaning. Even so, it still gives him a headache, so you can imagine how much trouble Misty has to deal with that Psyduck.
"No."
The deity shook his head solemnly at the Quagsire, "First of all, I won't give you my precious Pokémon's Poké Ball, and besides, your ritual should have already ended."
"Bawl?"
Quagsire tilted his head and replied, then leisurely walked to the riverbank, jumped in, and disappeared in a flash. It was unclear whether he had understood the Lord's meaning or not.
Dian looked at the gradually calming water and shook his head.
"Hana."
Skiploom, with leisurely steps, walked to the riverbank and suddenly shouted, "Hah?!"
It moved the petals on its head, then reached out its little hand and touched the water's surface, tilting its head in confusion. Its reflection in the water also tilted its head in the same way.
"Hana."
The Skiploom carefully looked at its reflection in the water, its two large ears twitching as if it had just realized that it had changed.
"Sizzle."
After finishing its meal, the Zubat immediately ran to the river to drink water. Since it had only been captured for a short time, it still retained its wild habits.
"Dream!"
When the Misdreavus saw that the palace was packing up, it immediately prepared to slip away and ran to the river to play.
Unfortunately, just as she floated up, she saw the Candied Hawthorn in the palace's hand.
The palace maiden shook the last Candied Hawthorn, and the Misdreavus floated after it, sucking on its finger as it went, "Dream..."
She glanced reluctantly at the tablecloth that needed to be cleaned up on the floor, then looked at the last candied Candied Hawthorn.
I'm so unwilling, so incredibly unwilling! Could it be that she'd really do this for a mere Candied Hawthorn...?
"Dream!"
The Misdreavus snatched the Candied Hawthorn that was about to be eaten by the prince, and then breathed a sigh of relief. That was so dangerous! That was really dangerous! This mortal almost ruined the sacred Candied Hawthorn.
But before she could react, Dian had already walked towards the riverbank. "Please, Misdreavus."
"Dream..."
The Misdreavus looked at the messy ground with an unhappy expression.
Suddenly, a blue figure silently moved from beside the stone platform toward the backpack. Who else could it be but the Quagsire wanted the Poké Ball?
It turns out it was planning a surprise attack.
If the palace were to see this, it would probably sigh, realizing how increasingly difficult it is to make a living these days; even protected animals are practically becoming sentient.
Strangely, neither Misdreavus nor Beedrill noticed that it was still lurking nearby.
Quagsire slowly reached out to open his backpack and take out the Poké Ball inside.
"Dream..."
The Misdreavus floated over, holding Candied Hawthorn, its eyes fixed on the seemingly naive but actually cunning Quagsire.
"Bawl."
The Quagsire is the Quagsire; he was so relaxed that even when caught red-handed, he showed no fear whatsoever.
It flicked its tail, and under the glow of the fireflies, its body shimmered with a layer of multicolored light, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there at all.
"Dream?"
Misdreavus looked curiously at the light membrane on the large blue fish. Her intuition told her that this was why neither she nor Beedrill could sense each other.
"Bawl."
Quagsire produced a purple Berry from somewhere and handed it over, "Here."
It flicked its tail and then gestured towards the backpack.
The Misdreavus instantly understood; this was a bribe!
She stared in shock at the Quagsire, which seemed to have an off-the-charts intelligence—no, perhaps it was an extremely sophisticated mastery of human relationships—it almost shattered her worldview.
But when she glanced at the tablecloth that needed to be cleared away, an idea suddenly came to her.
Misdreavus peeked at the prince who was checking the health of Beedrill and Skiploom.
She pointed to the tablecloth on the floor, "Dream, dream."
"Bawl!"
The Quagsire is in high spirits; he's not afraid of your requests, he's afraid of you not having any.
It immediately began cleaning up the trash on the ground and tidying up the tablecloth.
"Dream~"
The Misdreavus glanced at it, then took a bite of its Candied Hawthorn and began to eat it with a look of pure bliss.
What an innocent little Quagsire! Hasn't he ever heard of what it means to turn your back on someone?
Misdreavus Demon was prepared to stand him up without a care in the world. After all, she was Ghost type, not a human, so why should she care about saving face?
Quagsire still thought this Misdreavus was one of the innocent Pokémon he had encountered before, unaware that her values had been completely warped by an unscrupulous Trainer, turning her into a proper Ghost-type Pokémon.
Just like when Ash asked Gastly to deal with Sabrina, the easygoing Gastly always agreed, then watched Ash make a fool of himself while secretly enjoying himself.
Whee.
The Misdreavus laughed happily. She had not only gotten the Candied Hawthorn, but also outsmarted a free laborer. For a moment, Misdreavus Demon felt especially happy.
Unfortunately, she was too pleased with herself and overlooked the Zubat flying around.
"Sizzle!"
The Zubat was astonished to see the large blue fish dare to return and openly pack its belongings, seemingly preparing to take the entire backpack. This wasn't just stealing, was it?
That's incredibly audacious! If the prince finds out, he'll definitely stew you alive.
During this time, it had heard from the old man about the story of how the temple had once prepared to stew the Venonat alive, and it was immediately amazed and full of admiration.
"Bawl!"
Just as Zubat was so shocked that it forgot to use its Mean Look, Quagsire suddenly looked up and saw Zubat above its head.
Then it acted swiftly.
Quagsire swiftly flicked its tail, kicking up a pile of mud on the ground, before running quickly to its backpack.
With a pull of its hand and a snatch of its mouth, a Poké Ball appeared at its mouth. Then, Quagsire leaped into the air and returned to the river.
The thousand yuan that the temple received was gone... literally gone.
"Sizzle!"
The Zubat quickly gave chase, and then, in a blur, it swiftly overtook the Zubat, slicing across the water's surface.
Thud, thud, thud!
The Beedrill Poison Sting its venomous stinger at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, creating several huge splashes of water.
Buzz!
A red light flashed in its eyes, indicating that it had already used its Focus Energy, and then it closed its eyes to carefully Perception its surroundings.
Suddenly, it quickly left several afterimages and chased after them.