The Importance of a Local Guide
Suddenly, Dian felt a cool breeze. He looked up and immediately saw a water sphere Levitate above his head, which then exploded with a "bang".
Splash...
With a blank expression, Dian placed the equally wet Hoppip at his feet, then slowly took out a towel to wipe his face, dried his hair, combed it, and then "slap".
He crushed an unripe Berry under his feet into dust. "Let's go! Find that Venonat. Tonight's dinner is decided, I'm going to stew it! First, Bear Grylls will gnaw on scorpion meat, then Brother Dian will stew the Venonat."
That water sphere was clearly created by the Venonat using Confusion; it was a blatant Taunt.
"Dream!"
The Misdreavus perked up immediately upon hearing about the food.
She began to fly rapidly around the palace, spinning again and again.
Although the Venonat doesn't look like it has much meat, it should still be good for making soup.
"Hey?"
The Hoppip's eyes followed the Misdreavus's figure in circles, and then it felt the whole world start to shake. It let out a confused cry and fell to the Ground-type with a "thud".
Beedrill brandished its Poison Sting twice; it was also unhappy that its Trainer had been tricked by Pokémon.
It flapped its wings quickly and gave chase in a flash.
Since the boss has spoken, saying he wants to use the Venonat to make soup, let's catch up with them first.
"Dream~ Dream~"
The Misdreavus hummed a song happily, then pondered what kind of soup she should make.
Spicy? Or seafood? Or should I chop it in half first and make it spicy and seafood?
Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, Dian and his companions couldn't find any trace of the Venonat; it seemed to have mysteriously disappeared.
Snap!
Dian snapped the branch in his hand, his face expressionless.
"Let's go to the tree we used to see."
He decided to try a different approach and first go find the person who had guided him.
Beneath a tall tree lay a Venonat, lazily gazing at the shade of the tree in the grass.
This is the most peaceful time of day for it, because there is no worry about food, no Spearow, and no sound of Caterpie gnawing on leaves; it is simply the perfect time for an afternoon rest.
"Venonat."
The fluffy Venonat rolled lazily around, turned over, and stretched its stiff body.
It turned its gaze to the shade of the tree again, and suddenly discovered a face that made it tremble all over, and heard horrifying words coming from its mouth.
"Hello, I'd like to stew a Venonat to make soup. Would you like to be cooked alive, dead, or half-dead?"
The Venonat quickly shook its head, then realized, what was it cowardly about? What was there to be afraid of in a mere human!
Just as it was about to fight back, it saw Beedrill to the side and a Poison Sting against its head.
Beside it was a dreavus waving black tentacles, and a Pink leaf Misdreavus that seemed to be about to devour itself.
"Venonat..."
The Venonat quickly pressed its white antennae to the ground and knelt down.
A single human isn't scary, but Trainer with henchmen is.
As a smart new generation of Venonat, it never does anything foolish like being outnumbered.
If it's really going to be stewed, it should at least choose a clean and dignified way to die. At the very least, you should sprinkle some spices on it, or give it some food before it dies.
"Dream?"
The Misdreavus bound the Venonat with shadows, asking the prince a question that seemed to be urging him to hurry up and cook and eat the Venonat.
"Etc."
Dian squatted down and said with a smile to the Venonat, "I'm looking for one of your companions, the one who loves to sleep in the grass, you know?"
"Venonat?"
The Venonat tilted its head, then tapped its mouth with its little brown hand. After thinking for a moment, it suddenly jumped up, "Venonat, Venonat!"
Judging from the expression on this Venonat's face, it seems that it really does know something.
Unfortunately, his Pokémon language level wasn't even zero.
"Misdreavus, it's up to you. Have it lead us to that Venonat. Hmm, I don't care about the process, just the result. After you're done, I'll reward you with five Candied Hawthorn!"
"Dream!!!"
The Misdreavus's eyes widened in disbelief, and it waved its little hands.
She reached out her little hand and pried it open, then quickly nodded and flew towards the somewhat puzzled Venonat.
"Venonat?"
Venonat looked puzzled. Hadn't they been talking perfectly fine just now? Why were they changing people again?
Bang!
As soon as the Venonat's eyes blurred, it saw a dark shadow brush past its face, and a small tree next to it was directly hit, as if it had been slashed by a sharp object, and felled to the ground.
The Misdreavus was already going all out for the Candied Hawthorn, using its full power.
Her strongest move right now is an extremely compressed and condensed Shadow Tentacles.
When used for Piercing, it can even penetrate into Rock-type, and when used for cutting, it is comparable to a sharp knife.
The only drawback is that it is extremely physically demanding. She can only maintain this state for a maximum of half a minute now; after that, she can no longer condense the shadow to this intensity.
Therefore, his daily training now includes an additional component: striving to increase the duration of the maximum intensity Shadow Tentacles.
"Fur! Venonat!"
Venonat glanced at the small tree next to it, then looked at its own small body and realized that it definitely couldn't withstand this blow.
It immediately and shamelessly knelt down on the ground again.
"A dream, a dream."
The Misdreavus asked with a smile, but it forgot that it had its own light source, and Red Light at that.
The Venonat stared at the Red Demon in front of it, nodding its little head rapidly, afraid that if it was even a little slow to answer, it would be sliced into Venonat pieces. "Venonat, Venonat!"
Dian ignored the conversation between the Pokémon next to him, because he trusted that Misdreavus would handle everything.
Even if they wouldn't do it for him, they would still contribute their share to the sacred Candied Hawthorn.
"Dream!"
The Misdreavus returned with its chest puffed out and head held high, followed by a well-behaved and obedient Venonat.
"Dream."
"Venonat!"
The Venonat nodded frantically, then slowly walked forward.
Although the Misdreavus had untied it, a closer look revealed a slender shadow protruding from behind, pressing against the Venonat's back, instantly creating an overwhelming sense of intimidation.
The palace attendant pretended not to see it, and gave a nod to the Beedrill. Since ancient times, those who do great things must take precautions before problems arise. It is too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost.
He should probably put another lock on the Venonat.
Sure enough, as the Beedrill approached, Venonat became noticeably more docile. Its fur twitched, and it led the way more obediently.
Dian touched the leaves of the Hoppip in his arms, signaling the other person to pay close attention to any unusual changes in the surrounding airflow.
"Hey hey."
The Hoppip let out a soft cry.
It closed its eyes, focusing intently on its Perception, and even prepared the Fairy Wind in case of unforeseen circumstances.