Spiritual Master of the Elf World

The dream monster slept for a long time.

Almost all its manifestations in the dream are reflected in reality, with laughter and tears, as if completely immersed in that beautiful memory.

Jing He, his Pokémon, and the trio from Team Rocket were also guarding the side.

The situation of the dream monster gave them a great feeling.

The most exaggerated performance is undoubtedly the Rockets trio and Guo Ranweng.

They hugged each other tightly and burst into tears.

"It's so touching!"×3

"嗦~嗷嗷!"

Although they didn't know what happened in the dream, they all heard it when Jing He dreamed.

Coupled with the performance of the dream demon and the ravings of the dream demon translated by Miao Miao, they deeply felt the relationship between the dream demon and Saori.

As Sirona often said, when life meets life, something will always be born.

This beautiful feeling is unforgettable.

Jing He coughed, interrupted their crying, and said:

"Don't worry, you will become Gengar after you die."

He remembered watching a Pokémon short drama before, one of which was called "Am I Becoming a Gengar?" 》.

The point is actually not what it becomes, but whether anyone still remembers it.

Even if he does become Gengar in the end, as long as his friends around him can recognize him and he can live his life as before, his form seems to be less important.

This is probably why Gengar gradually forgot that he was a ghost.

The trio and Guo Ranweng looked at Geng Gui beside Jing He at the same time.

Become a Gengar?

"Longga!"

Geng Gui grinned, showing a ferocious smile.

Even if you die, I will also be your president!

The trio's faces suddenly turned pale, and they forced out a trembling smile.

"Jing, Teacher Jinghe, you are so good at comforting people!!"

"Thanks!"

The dream demon who woke up solemnly expressed his gratitude to Jing He.

Although it knows it is a dream, it is enough for it. Although time cannot retain the beauty of that moment, its memory will seal that moment forever.

"If possible, could you please do me a favor?" Jing He said.

Hearing this, the Dream Demon remembered that this was a cafe.

If it were a cafe, it would seem that humans would use a currency? Or gold and silver? But it seems to have none of these things

Just when the dream demon was anxiously thinking about how to repay Jing He, he heard him speak again:

"Can you please help me leave a mark on this wall like Geng Gui? The content should be the same as what Geng Gui left."

One wall of the cafe has always been empty, and Jing He had not thought about how to decorate it before.

But now he has thought about it.

"Woo?"

The dream demon was startled.

It didn't expect Jing He's request to be so simple.

He nodded immediately without any hesitation.

There was a glimmer of super power in his eyes, and after the red gem on his chest flashed past, three small grooves were left on the wall, like the marks left by the gems.

In fact, only some Pokémon can understand what it represents - here you can help Pokémon in need.

"Thank you." Jing He also thanked him.

Subsequently.

Gengar, Ice Vulpix, Skillful Blacksmith, Mini Dragon, and even Miaomiao and Guoranweng also left their marks on the wall.

The content is the same.

But sooner or later.

When there are enough marks on the wall, any Pokémon that comes in can understand them.

at the same time.

Jing He also decided that in the future, the cafe’s promotional posters would need to occupy a certain position on this wall.

Bring "a touch of sunshine" and a touch of warm sunshine as much as possible to all Pokémon in need.

Finish these.

The little ones all smiled.

"It feels like I have done something extraordinary, meow." Meow meow rubbed his nose, feeling that his cat life seemed to have a different meaning.

"Have you decided where to go next?"

After hearing this, the Dream Demon looked deeply at the mark on the wall, then raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Saori's favorite wisteria has withered, and I want to plant it again."

Jing He was stunned for a moment, his eyes softened, and he nodded:

"If you still need help, you can come to us at any time."

The dream demon looked gratefully at the human in front of him and nodded slightly towards him.

Then a black mist emerged from the body, wrapping it and shooting in the distance.

Gululu——

After it left, a small "Dark Stone" was spinning gurglingly on the table in the cafe.

Jing He sighed silently.

When he turned around, he saw the little guys and the trio behind him, all with tears in their eyes.

Only Geng Gui, with tears in his eyes, also had some other emotions.

Thinking about Jing He turning into Gengar, he was a little excited!

Jing He, who saw through Gengar's thoughts at a glance, was speechless.

‘What should I do if I suddenly want to be an old monster who lives for a thousand years? ’

There should be some mythical beast that can help, right?

Jing He shook his head.

The result of a cafe was announced again.

"Xiaojiro." Jing He shouted.

"I, I'm here." The more emotional Kojiro can be said to be one of the people who cried the most.

"Starting from tomorrow, our cafe will add a new dessert, flower cake."

All the Pokémon and the trio were stunned when they heard this.

Then they smiled almost at the same time.

"Good!"

After dinner.

Jinghe could clearly feel that the little guys had become more hardworking.

He roughly guessed the reason.

Probably because he said that the future was unpredictable, and living well in the present was the most important thing.

However.

What the little guys practiced. Jinghe didn't know what to say for a while.

For example, Gengar.

Seven or eight shadows were separated at once, and then through the skillful shuttle between the shadows,

creating the illusion that each shadow could throw a "shadow ball".

And Ice Vulpix.

The little guy became more and more obsessed with "layered armor".

He completely transferred his previous enthusiasm for making snowmen to making "Aurora Curtain".

No, it can't be said to be completely, because the little Vulpix began to shape the shape of the "Aurora Curtain" with the help of superpowers!

As for the Artful Blacksmith.

It was as always, addicted to physical exercise and couldn't extricate itself.

According to its own words.

Hammering a hammer is training, training yourself is also training, the goal is the same!

Jing He didn't know how to refute.

He was in the bathroom. Giving Dratini a bath.

"Dratini." Jing He shouted with a rough bath cloth in his hand.

"Yinwu?"

Dratini, who was lying comfortably on the edge of the bathtub, was puzzled while enjoying the bath and massage.

"Have you gained weight?" Jing He asked with a strange expression.

Every day together, Dratini's changes don't seem obvious, but after such a bath.

Recently, Dratini's food intake has indeed soared straight up, surpassing Ice Vulpix and Artificer, and second only to Gengar.

The pressure of cultivating quasi-god Pokémon has gradually manifested.

"Yinwu!"

Dratini's mouth bulged.

How could it, who has been strong all his life, get fat!

That's muscle! Muscle!

But Jing He patted its smooth body and said:

"It's okay, I think it's good this way."

He didn't want to get a Dragonite with tendons all over his body.

Sure enough, the chubby Dragonite is the cutest.

But speaking of it.

The normal body length of a mini dragon is about 1.8 meters, and 2 meters is considered relatively large.

But now the little guy's body length is more than 2.5 meters!

'Is this the power it has accumulated in the past? Or is it the effect of the huge dragonite scales? '

Forget it.

It's not very important.

"Mini dragon, is it comfortable here?"

"Yinwu~~"

"Here?"

"Yinwu~ (//▽//)"

"What's that expression on your face?"

"Yinwu!"

"Wait, wait! Don't! I, I'm out of breath!"

Ka——

Kanto Tokiwa City, Rocket Team Base.

"Boss, take a look at this tender."

Managi handed the tablet to Sakaki.

I don't know since when, Managi seems to be less restrained in front of Sakaki.

Although the awe and admiration for Sakaki has not changed, at least it is not as difficult to approach as before.

It probably started when Sakaki began to accept the snacks she prepared every day.

Sakaki put down his pen, took a sip of the black tea on the table, and took the tablet while relaxing a little.

"The TV series "Meow Boss and Pichu"? The tender issued by the German company, what does this have to do with our Rocket Team?" Sakaki asked after a simple glance.

"Boss, take a look at who wrote this script."

"Hmm?"

Sakaki turned to the end and looked at the words "Screenwriter: Jinghe" and was slightly stunned.

After the restaurant, Jinghe "made a move" again?

But as the leader of the Rocket Team, his vision is different from that of ordinary people, so he quickly figured out the key.

Fingers tapped the table lightly.

A "thump, thump" sound was made.

"Is this. Cultural influence? Plus. Public opinion influence?"

His eyes lit up slightly, and his palm rested on the head of the cat boss, and the vermilion agate ring emitted a faint light.

Through television, ordinary people's perception of the Rocket Team, or an organization, can be subtly changed.

When necessary, the power of public opinion can also be used to guide.

"Is this the second step to put our Rocket Team on the table?"

The first step is to control the most important food in food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the second step is to exert cultural influence.

"It's worthy of being Teacher Jinghe." Sakaki sighed softly.

When it was proposed to put the Rocket Team on the table, had these plans been made?

Manori on the side was one of the few people who knew about this plan, and she admired Jinghe from the bottom of her heart.

After all,

her relationship with Boss Sakaki became harmonious, and she also listened to Teacher Jinghe's advice.

"In that case."

Sakaki put down the tablet and spoke again.

"Then our Rocket Team must participate in this matter."

Manori nodded.

"Madori, you will follow up on this tender. I have only one request, to win the cooperation rights at any cost!"

"Yes!"

After a pause, Madori asked again:

"But Boss, what identity should we use to contact them?"

"What, identity."