Girafarig was a giraffe-shaped Pokémon with a dark rear half. Its upright tail had a spherical little head the size of a fist that provided basic perception.
When Girafarig slept, the little head on its tail stayed awake. Although it lacked the capacity to think, it could perform basic tasks such as watching for approaching enemies.
It was a fascinating Pokémon.
Just then...
Plop.
A brown lump dropped from Girafarig's rear.
The researcher whose carsickness had only just eased felt his stomach convulse.
Bleurgh-
"Hey, hey, don't throw up."
His colleague hurried to reassure him. "Girafarig eat grass and Berries. Their droppings are mostly plant fiber. Haven't we collected Pokémon feces for testing before? Soft and squishy, with a grassy, woody scent. Another colleague almost mistook them for mochi and ate them..."
Bleurgh-
Bleurgh, bleurgh-
The carsick researcher vomited so hard he nearly turned his stomach inside out.
"Please, bleurgh~ stop talking. If you bleurgh... keep going, we'll lose someone before we even reach Lake Valor."
Chapter 542: Lake Valor
Towering trees grew lush and green along Lake Valor's shores.
Trees over thirty meters tall were relatively rare, but they were everywhere along Lake Valor, with no shortage reaching fifty meters or even higher.
The dense atmosphere of an ancient forest surrounded them, inspiring awe for nature. Even the Bibarel passing by looked less dopey than those elsewhere.
Admiring it from afar was lovely, but actually traveling through it was far less comfortable.
The vehicles could only take them to the lakeside. From there, they had to walk roughly twenty kilometers farther in.
In July's blazing summer heat, the dense forest was exceptionally hot and humid, and full of mosquitoes and other insects. They had to wear long-sleeved outdoor shirts, long pants, boots, hats, and face coverings, leaving them too