Chapter 382
"Vice-President, the children rushed for most of the day, and after they arrived, they took part in the competition non-stop. The iron man might not be able to stand it. Why not let them rest first? I'll talk about it tomorrow"
In the central hall of Pokémon, Drake watched Phoebe who had secretly beaten Yawn, and turned his head to say to the big guys who were still grinning with Mo Yan.
"Really, we didn't think about it well. A few children came from afar. We didn't entertain them well. We were negligent." A big guy said immediately.
Mo Yan secretly gave Phoebe who beat Yawn an expression of appreciation, and he also rarely felt a little tired.
Said goodbye to these cruel bosses, Mo Yan and the others were naturally arranged to the VIP room in the Pokémon Center.
There are very few people in this Pokémon center, because it is only open to the inside of the Alliance, and most of the time it is more like a guest house.
And Joy is still the same Joy, but the hairstyle is a little different.
So, Mo Yan has always felt that the real overlord of Pokémon world is not Pokémon Alliance, not Team Rocket, but Joy and Jenny!
"Finally I can rest, George big brother, I desperately need delicious food to supplement my nutrition" Phoebe pretended to be pitiful, but Ge You's lying posture exposed her insincere.
"Have a meal, I am too tired to move." George also sat on a single sofa, looking up to the sky.
And everyone else is the same, they all lie on the sofa in a daze, after all, they will have dinner in a while, and Rest's words are too early.
dong! dong dong! 咚dong dong!
There was a knock on the door, and after several times, Mo Yan couldn't help but open the door.
"Uncle Yuan!" Mo Yan was taken aback, didn't expect Drake Elite to end so early.
"Knowing that you are all tired, I have asked Qingbei to arrange dinner and send it directly to you" Drake patted Mo Yan on the shoulder, and finally couldn't help saying, "It's really good!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Yuan, come in and sit down." Mo Yan grinned, and calmly accepted the other's appreciation.
"No, you guys have a good rest." Drake shook his head and turned to leave, but halfway through, he turned back. "Mega Evolution's Unova Region wants to know and will know sooner or later. You can try Knock them."
Mo Yan listened blankly. It was hard to imagine that this was what an Elite Four had said. It was the length of a boat and it was not pedantic at all.
More than ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door again. This time all five people stood up and walked to the door one after another.
At this time, it will only be Qingbei who is sending dinner, and everyone at stomach rumbling with hunger will be shy, and they will all rush in.
After eating, everyone who finally regained their spirits began to become active again, especially Mark and George, who were relatively relaxed without fighting, planned to go out and play.
"Isn't it good to go to the night market? Are you really not going?" Mark knocked on the door one by one and asked.
In the end, all five of them were attracted to the unknown food stalls. After all, I don’t know when they will come next time.
Walking out of the center of Pokémon, passing through the gate of the Unova Alliance branch, you will see the lively night market.
The headquarters of Unova Alliance is located in the center of Hiheng City. The surrounding area is naturally prosperous, and the density of trainers on the street is not low. Almost half of the people are surrounded by a small Pokémon.
Mo Yan has Pichu on his shoulders, Mark is carrying Togetic, Carol is holding Axew, Phoebe also playfully releases Yamask and lets it float by his side.
George thought for a while and released Kirlia. Finally, he did not leave the organization.
A group of five people all wear Pokémon, and they only know Dragon Type Axew and Ghost Type Yamask. They are all very rare, and the other three have never been seen.
Along the way, their rate of turning heads instantly exploded, and the bosses who were selling Pokémon products around them all shouted vigorously.
At a young age and Pokémon configuration is so high, obviously it is either rich or expensive. This kind of child's money is the most profitable.
And Phoebe and Carol are now full of blood and resurrected, shop by shop next to each other, not letting go.
"Aren't you still yelling this afternoon so tired that you don't want to move? Why are you so excited now" Mark said humbly.
"Huh, the rain girl has no melons!" Phoebe muttered while biting on a hot pepper cake.
"A bean is a bean!" Carol agreed with the steam ice cream biting in his mouth, while spitting out white smoke.
Mark retreated. George and Mo Yan calmly took a bite of the durian puff, pretending that they hadn't heard or saw it.
"Well, it smells!"
"Mega smells!"
"Hey, look at the name of that store, Pokémon consignment house, Pokémon in Unova Region Can they be sold directly?" The depressed Mark started to wander around, and then really wobbled things out.
Everyone followed the prestige and really saw a big "Pokémon Consignment House" sign.
"Look!" Phoebe waved a big hand, and a group of five people poured into the crowded crowd and moved towards the shop.
"Sure enough, it is directly operated and managed by Unova Alliance" George pointed to the small Alliance logo under the sign, with such an expression on his face.
"That's also selling..." Mark said silently, but he followed everyone to the shop.
There is a little gap between the shop and the imagination. There are no cold cages, showcases and the like.
There is only a narrow path, on both sides are mimic spaces that are not Top Rank, but they can still guarantee Pokémon's basic life.
In the mimicry space, there are a large number of small Pokémons, and each Pokémon has a nameplate.
Mark approached a Pansage and found that the nameplate on his neck read the words "Breeder Night Listening".
"This is the first time you have come to the Pokémon consignment house, right?" A mother Sang's voice suddenly came.
Everyone looked and saw a curly-haired aunt looking at them with a smile on her face. There was a sleeve on her left arm with "Pokémon Consignment House" printed on it.
"This is Breeder’s paradise. Every Pokémon you see comes from an outstanding Breeder with a name and a surname. As the name suggests, trainers can apply for a Pokémon. Purchase.
It’s just that the purchase method is quite special. In addition to paying a certain fee, you must also get Breeder’s approval before you can take Pokémon away."
"What's the difference? Well, isn't it still selling Pokémon?" Phoebe didn't feel any difference. Isn't the so-called recognition just a fig leaf?
Then, the five people saw the originally and kind aunt staring directly at them angrily.
She's just an aunt, but she almost feels out of breath. What kind of aunt is this?
Is it still a hermit expert?