In the end, Heath had no intention of changing the name. Although he had talked about changing it earlier, he had really only been musing aloud. He had seen similar situations before, after all. But he did not plan to stay in Vermilion City for very long. If he were staying longer, he might have considered changing the name to gain greater fame, turning his food truck into something of a pilgrimage site for good luck. That would amount to long-term, invisible advertising. But he still had to continue traveling through the Kanto Region, so the idea remained just an idea.
"Trainer, how much do you think that box of cards of yours could sell for? Why don't we open it ourselves and sell the cards?" Zoroark asked Heath, propping her chin on her hand. It was already afternoon, and there were far fewer customers in the food truck. Although some people were still coming in for meals, there were indeed considerably fewer diners than before.
"What are you thinking? That box can fetch a high price precisely because it's unopened. Once you open it, the price becomes uncertain. If you're lucky, you might make a little money, but if you aren't, there's no way you'll turn a profit." Heath looked helplessly at Zoroark. Ever since this little one had heard that his unopened box of cards could sell for a high price, she had been acting rather strangely. One look at Zoroark told Heath what this little money-grubber was thinking. After all, making money was probably what interested her most.
"Actually, I have a nickname. I'm the angel of luck," Zoroark said with a devout expression. The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Good grief, he did not remember Zoroark having the Ability Serene Grace. What on earth was she