Small wooden houses dotted the area, and people working and all kinds of Pokémon living here could be seen everywhere.
Aipom frolicked in the trees, flocks of Wooloo grazed on the grass, and some Camerupt lazed in the sun.
"An oasis!"
Ye Qing and Absol stood on the sandy slope adjoining the oasis, breathing in the sweet air.
"Absol?"
A brawny, dark-skinned man set down his hoe and frowned at Ye Qing and Absol on the sandy slope.
"Papa, what's an Absol?"
Beside him, a girl who barely reached his waist, her hair tied into two pigtails, held a milk bottle and asked curiously. A ring of white milk still marked her mouth.
"Disaster is coming."
Perhaps nothing was more convincing than Absol. Wherever this Pokémon appeared, disaster was sure to follow!
"Absol! It's Absol! Everyone, drive him away!"
An old man leaning on a walking stick shouted in terror!
The old man commanded great respect. At his cries, a group of sturdy middle-aged men charged wildly toward Absol and Ye Qing with their Pokémon and farming tools!
"Just as I thought. This again."
Watching the dense mass of Pokémon and people rushing toward them, Ye Qing sighed.
There was no internet here, and news was even harder to come by.
Apart from Trainers who occasionally passed through and convoys transporting supplies, there was almost no other way to obtain information from the outside world.
"Sol."
Absol turned toward his master, asking what he planned to do.
Normally, Absol would have turned around and left.
I've already delivered the warning that disaster is coming, anyway. Whether they believe it is none of my business.
"Rattata, Marill, Quagsire, Cacnea, Whimsicott..."
Looking at the Pokémon charging at the front, Ye Qing extended his palm and said, "Stop them from getting close."
"Garde~"