But this was reality. Where would he find a cultivated field? Even if one had existed, these Ghost-type Pokémon would have long since wrecked it and left it abandoned.
Although there were no fields, Xiao Ran could not simply pick any patch of ground to plant the seed. Instead, he carefully sensed the ghostly energy around him.
If his guess was right, the reason for planting the Black Radish in the Ancient Graveyard was to let the carrot absorb a certain kind of energy here. He just needed to find the spot where that energy was most concentrated.
Yet when Xiao Ran finally chose a spot and stopped, he found himself in an awkward position.
A Dreepy slowly poked its head out, looking eager to launch itself at Xiao Ran.
Who knew how this Pokémon species had developed such a hobby! Dreepy especially loved living in Dragapult's horn cavities, eagerly waiting to be fired out at the speed of sound.
Perhaps humans were not the only ones addicted to the thrill of a roller coaster; even Pokémon enjoyed it. Given Dragapult's power, though, this was probably more like riding a supersonic plane—with no seat belt.
"What do you want now?" Dragapult's voice rang out as its enormous dragon head slowly rose from underground.
"Uh... well... I wanted to borrow this patch of land!" Xiao Ran said sheepishly.
Borrowing someone else's territory was one thing, but now he had actually come to borrow their roof. That did seem a little inappropriate.
Sure enough, the moment Xiao Ran finished speaking, he could practically see a huge anger mark pop up over Dreepy's head.
*Sorry, I really wasn't trying to pick a fight with you. You're just too good at choosing a place to rest. You happened to pick the exact spot I