Harold's Mansion.
After eating and drinking their fill, they moved to the living room.
Li Wei sat up straight. "Is there something you need my help with?"
Harold gave a relieved smile.
"It seems you've guessed."
Harold continued, "Here's the thing. I have a Pokémon that needs your help.
"Of course, it's all right if you can't do anything. Plenty of people have already failed."
"I can't make any promises, but I can give it my best shot."
Milotic and Arcanine had both been extremely difficult cases, yet Li Wei had managed to treat them.
Though Arcanine had not fully recovered yet.
After all, Arcanine's quest was still unfinished.
Hearing that Li Wei was willing to help, Harold broke into a heartfelt smile.
Harold stood and walked over to Li Wei, holding both hands out to him. "Please take a look at my hands first."
Li Wei looked down.
The hands were slender, well-proportioned, and free of calluses. After all, Harold was a third-generation heir to a fortune. He had never done manual labor.
But Li Wei spotted scars on them that looked like cat scratches.
Harold then unfastened the cuffs of his tailored suit, exposing the scars on his wrists and arms.
The longest were nearly three centimeters, while the shorter ones were one or two. Some were fresh, others old, and a few had almost faded away.
They did not look like marks from long-clawed Pokémon such as Meowth, Persian, or Glameow. The Pokémon probably wasn't very big, either.
Li Wei found it hard to imagine someone as wealthy as Harold personally bathing a Pokémon. It could only have been out of love.
"Did the Pokémon you mentioned scratch you?"
Harold gave a bitter smile. "Yes. This happens every time I try to bathe it. It puts up