"This is the village chief's house. Hurry over and eat, or the food will get cold."
Wang Yao had already finished one chicken drumstick. He picked up another and called Ye Qing over.
Ye Qing did not answer. He turned his gaze toward the window, wanting to see the beautiful scenery Luo Jiujiu had mentioned.
But by then, villagers had crowded around the courtyard, making it hard not to see the scenery behind them.
Luo Jiujiu looked over as well and discovered that, at some point, a crowd had gathered outside the courtyard. The villagers seemed very interested in the three of them.
"Looks like we're pretty popular."
Wang Yao smacked his lips, his mouth greasy from eating.
Ye Qing withdrew his gaze. He did not know whether he was imagining things, but he kept feeling that the people gathered outside had strange faces. Their smiles were stiff and unnatural.
It was as though they were... as rigid as paper figures.
"Young folks, what dynasty is it outside now?"
The village chief asked kindly.
Wang Yao put down his drumstick and said casually, "Oh, don't you know, Chief? There aren't any dynasties anymore!"
"No dynasties?"
The village chief frowned, his thoughts unknown.
After Luo Jiujiu's explanation, Ye Qing now also knew what had happened after he lost consciousness.
Seeing the village chief lower his head in silence, Ye Qing asked curiously, "Did you make your clothes yourselves?"
"Our clothes? No. We had Pokémon help bring them back, and some were gifts from Trainers passing through."
The village chief chuckled and pointed at the food on the table, gesturing for Ye Qing to have some too.
"My head hurts, and I'm not hungry right now. Thank you for the offer."
Ye Qing shook his head. He kept feeling that this was