Chapter 1194: The Ghost of the Train

In the dim carriage.

All Baimu asked with quite some surprise, "You can understand what the Galarian Corsola is saying?"

He hadn't translated it for anyone to hear just now!

Allister froze, then raised his hands in a flustered manner, his tone panicked: "This—"

"The rumors that you can understand Ghost-type Pokémon are actually true."

All Baimu took the initiative to help him out of the awkward spot.

But thinking back to what Allister had just said, the corners of his mouth twitched again.

Who uses a ghost train that symbolizes terror and horror to reunite with family?

However, as a train specifically escorting Ghost-type Pokémon, it didn't seem wrong to bump into "fellow townsfolk" along the way.

"You two continue, I won't disturb you."

He slowly placed the Galarian Corsola on the ground.

The hostile, dark red glares from the group of Corsola relatives instantly vanished, and they wiggled forward with joy.

Compared to the extremely slow-paced "Slacker Corsola," this group of relatives was much more active, scrambling to circle around it.

*Scratch~ scratch~ scratch~*

The sound of stone shells rubbing against each other continued to ring out.

The joy of the Galarian Corsola was plain to see.

Slacker Corsola: "..."

"It doesn't seem very happy?" the Poryphone whispered.

Just as it said, reuniting with family should have been a very joyous occasion, yet Slacker Corsola appeared overly calm.

Especially in stark contrast to its relatives.

All Baimu tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It's just annoyed by the trouble, you haven't known this guy for just one day."

Slacker Corsola could be quite cold at times.

No matter how enthusiastic you were toward it, it was hard to get a similar attitude in return, much like a cat that always looks down on its owner.

The only way to get it to pay attention to you was to provoke it.

Hydreigon had quite a bit of experience in this regard, even going so far as to tattle to All Baimu.

You have to think, for a Pokémon that fears trouble as much as it does, to go through the trouble of snitching despite knowing it would lead to even more troublesome consequences, it shows just how terrible the torture the "Husky Dragon" had brought upon it.

Interestingly, Slacker Corsola's relatives seemed accustomed to its "callousness" and didn't mind its cold demeanor at all.

The atmosphere remained warm and affectionate.

"Co-congratulations."

Allister whispered, "Helping your own Pokémon reunite with its family."

The way he said that, it sounded as if he were about to imitate Ash and send Slacker Corsola away.

All Baimu found a relatively clean spot to sit down and chat with this boy, who was even more shy and introverted than Wally.

"Do you ride the ghost train often?"

"... As long as there are no matches, I ride it," Allister said weakly.

All Baimu asked in surprise, "Often?"

He remembered Phoebe saying that the living shouldn't stay in the Spirit Realm too long, as it would lead to a weakened constitution and illness over time, and this applied even to mediums.

Upon hearing this, Allister lowered his head and said nothing.

The Shiny Gengar looked at the many negative emotions drifting from the boy and secretly gave its Trainer a look.

As a partner capable of Mega Evolution, All Baimu easily understood Gengar's meaning and said:

"I have a friend who is a medium, and she is just like you, often running to the Spirit Realm."

"The Spirit Realm?"

Allister's eyes beneath the mask were filled with confusion.

All Baimu asked in surprise, "Yeah, this ghost train departs from the gap between reality and the Spirit Realm and travels through it, is there a problem?"

"The Spirit Realm..."

The boy had been immersed in self-pity about being treated as a freak, but when the other person spoke, why did it feel like they were more familiar with this place than he was?

Seeing Allister remain silent for so long, All Baimu suddenly realized that this kid was probably a rogue practitioner!

"Your exploration of the Spirit Realm, um, this world, is all on your own?"

He weighed his words carefully.

Allister nodded, pausing for a long time as if it were hard to speak of, before whispering: "I've been able to understand Ghost-type Pokémon since I was a child. Everyone didn't like me and didn't want to play with me."

"One day I wanted to leave Stow-on-Side to see other places, but I stumbled onto the ghost train by mistake... In the end, it was the ghost friend I met here who brought me down..."

A ghost friend?

All Baimu keenly caught a point, "A ghost, not a Pokémon?"

"Yeah."

Allister replied, "He claimed to be the conductor of the ghost train, responsible for transporting Ghost-type Pokémon to various parts of Galar."

"Where is he now? At the front of the train?"

All Baimu stood up curiously.

He remembered the last time he encountered a ghost he could communicate with was in the Spirit Realm corresponding to the Mauville Hotel, but that one was being manipulated by a Gastly, and it was hard to say if it possessed self-awareness.

And at the time, Phoebe told him not to believe a single word from any ghost or Ghost-type Pokémon in the Spirit Realm.

Simply because ghosts speak nothing but lies.

Allister shook his head sadly and said, "I don't know either, suddenly one day he just disappeared."

"He disappeared, but the train is still running smoothly?"

"Yeah..."

Seeing Allister nod, All Baimu thought that he was probably just another guy who spoke nothing but lies.

However, he didn't speak rashly and continued to chat with Allister about other things.

The boy seemed not to have chatted with anyone for a long time; although his speech was stuttering, he responded to every sentence, and would answer no matter what was asked.

This made All Baimu even more certain that he was a rogue practitioner.

"Do you know the Hoenn Elite Four member, Phoebe?"

"Phoebe? I-I've heard of her." Allister nodded.

Because they were both in the same field, he had naturally heard of her name.

All Baimu smiled and said, "I'll give you her Line ID, why don't you two find an opportunity to communicate?"

"Eh?"

Allister froze slightly, flustered, "This, that—"

Many experiences from his childhood made him introverted and timid, and he didn't dare to socialize with people at all, even needing to cover his face with a mask before he dared to speak to anyone.

Actively chatting with an Elite Four member on Line?

Too scary!

All Baimu smiled and leaned in, taking out his phone: "As people who both travel through the Spirit Realm, you can communicate and improve together. This is her Line ID, record it, and let's add each other as friends while we're at it."

Allister took out his phone bitterly, "Alright..."

The two quickly finished adding each other.

All Baimu saw his fingers trembling, not daring to send the friend request to Phoebe for a long time, and teased: "A lot of psychological pressure?"

"N-no!"

Allister wasn't being stubborn; he just didn't want to appear disobedient.

All Baimu couldn't help but ponder the boy's childhood environment and said: "Since you don't dare to add her now, just save the number first, and add her when you feel like it someday."

"That would be great."

Allister blurted out as if granted amnesty, then hurriedly waved his hands, "No, I didn't mean that!"

All Baimu comforted him: "I know you didn't mean that, don't put too much pressure on yourself, it's just adding a friend, it's no big deal."

Hearing the Champion comforting him, Allister lowered his head in frustration, "I'm sorry."

How could he not understand?

It was just that he couldn't muster the courage to add a stranger.

"Discuss it with your Pokémon, they will give you courage," All Baimu patted Allister's thin shoulder lightly.

While the two were chatting, Slacker Corsola suddenly began to cry out.

"Corsola!"

"Hmm?"

All Baimu turned his head to look and saw this guy looking annoyed as it broke free from the circle of relatives, quickly rolling to his feet and climbing up his body until it stopped on his shoulder.

"Corsola!"

Slacker Corsola's tone was impatient.

Allister looked incredulous, "What's wrong with it?"

"It's just its nature, can't be helped."

All Baimu helplessly returned it to its Poké Ball; he had to, otherwise, it would be plucking his hair at night.

With their relative taken away, the group of Galarian Corsola were furious.

"Corsola~!"

"Corsola~~!"

They all had raspy voices, and their cries were weak, so their threats had no deterrent effect whatsoever.

Allister hurriedly stepped forward and said: "It's not like that! Everyone! Don't misunderstand the Champion!"

He tried to defend All Baimu's actions.

"Hey, your Trainer is about to be attacked, what are you planning to do?" All Baimu said to the Poké Ball without a care.

The Poké Ball was silent.

Slacker Corsola was clearly preparing to play dead.

It seemed the joy of reuniting with relatives could only make it last less than half an hour; after half an hour, it started to get bored.

All Baimu helplessly took an incense burner out of Gengar's stomach, "I'm really afraid of you, Allister, move aside."

"What?"

The boy turned his head and immediately saw All Baimu holding an old hand warmer, with blue smoke drifting inside, which soon permeated the entire carriage.

A comfortable feeling lingered in his heart, and his panicked, impatient emotions were instantly soothed.

"This thing..."

"My homemade special calming incense, it has miraculous effects on Ghost-type Pokémon."

All Baimu said with a hint of pride.

It was just that this thing was made from materials he collected in the Spirit Realm; although it couldn't be called an original, it could be called an improved version.

Ghost-type Pokémon like Corsola usually used this to practice meditation.

The semi-enclosed carriage was soon filled with this faint fragrance, and the irritable Galarian Corsola gradually calmed down.

"Your companion is now my companion, I believe you also know its personality..."

All Baimu said in a soft, gentle voice.

A relatively large Galarian Corsola called out softly: "Corsola~"

"It says it wants to see Corsola."

Allister took on the role of translator very appropriately.

All Baimu chuckled and placed the Poké Ball in front of it, "The ball isn't locked, you can call it out."

"Corsola?"

Facing the big guy's suspicious gaze, Allister hurriedly added: "It's like this! He isn't lying!"

As a frequent passenger of the ghost train, Allister could barely earn the trust of the Galarian Corsola.

Thus, they launched an assault on the Poké Ball.

... A physical assault.

This group of guys seemed to want to break the ball to let Slacker Corsola out.

They hadn't considered calling it at all.

Gengar couldn't help it, "Gengar—"

"Let them be, I'm not the one in a hurry," All Baimu looked like he was waiting to watch a good show.

Slacker Corsola would leave the team?

The possibility was infinitely close to zero.

Not to mention feelings, in the end, the reason it agreed to battle was for the delicious glowing food and the subsequent series of care.

Slacker Corsola had lived by his side for so long, could it still adapt if it returned to the wild?

Basically impossible.

Sure enough, Slacker Corsola inside the ball was so annoyed that it appeared on its own, rolling and bumping the group of relatives away.

"Corsola..."

"Corsola! Corsola! Corsola!"

"Corsola..."

"Corsola!?"

"Corsola!"

"Corsola..."

An inexplicable exchange, the speed of speech was so fast that Allister couldn't even translate in time. Until the dust settled, the boy said:

"They want your Corsola to return to the tribe, but your Corsola doesn't seem very willing, so they decided to have a fight."

As soon as the words fell, majestic smoke gushed out from the holes in Slacker Corsola, and pale coral horns instantly permeated every corner of the carriage, controlling all its kin.

Allister watched, dumbfounded, "Such a large range..."

He also had a Cursola that evolved from a Corsola, and he knew that when the "smoke"—that is, the soul of the Galarian Corsola—expanded to a certain extent, the shell would crack.

Causing it to evolve into Cursola.

All Baimu's Galarian Corsola had such an exaggerated amount of smoke, why hadn't it evolved yet?

"It doesn't want to."

Seeming to see his confusion, All Baimu smiled and took the initiative to explain.

Allister was speechless.

Is this a question of whether it wants to or not? It's a question of whether the shell can hold up!

He suddenly became very curious about Slacker Corsola and really wanted to observe it up close, but didn't dare to speak.

On one hand, he was timid; on the other, he felt it would be impolite.

And Slacker Corsola quickly physically persuaded its relatives. Just as All Baimu thought, reuniting with relatives was certainly worth being happy about, but it didn't mean it would return to this big family.

After all, if it had wanted to return to the tribe, it wouldn't have drifted to the outer seas.

Ever since it woke up, Slacker Corsola felt that it was out of place with this tribe.

Other kin slept during the day and were active at night; it slept during the day and slept at night, sleeping every moment.

Facing invitations to play, it only ignored them.

Staying by All Baimu's side certainly meant working, and occasionally having to work overtime or even be on duty, but it wasn't without gains!

Not to mention it had already gotten used to life by All Baimu's side.

It couldn't imagine the future after leaving.

And it was too lazy to think about it.

"Corsola..."

Slacker Corsola turned around silently, preparing to return to the Poké Ball to continue slacking off, but who knew it bumped the switch several times with no reaction.

All Baimu: "Oh ho? Broken?"

Slacker Corsola: "..."

Damn it!

It was going to get angry!

Slacker Corsola got angry for a moment, and finally chose to cast its gaze toward its Trainer.

Today's exercise quota is reached, hold me.

"Hahaha."

All Baimu smiled and picked it up. Just as he was about to put it on his shoulder, he saw Allister staring at Slacker Corsola and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Your Corsola... can I touch it?"

Allister mustered his courage and requested in a voice as thin as a mosquito's.

If All Baimu's senses weren't keen, he really might not have heard clearly. He handed it over generously, "Go ahead."

"..."

Slacker Corsola glared at its Trainer.

What kind of trouble are you causing!

All Baimu returned a "you just sleep" look.

Allister was pleasantly surprised, carefully taking it and feeling the smooth surface of Slacker Corsola's body. After a long time, he sighed:

"This isn't scientific!"

"What's not scientific about it?"

"This shell is hard and smooth, it feels like a pebble... Did you replace its shell?"

"No, this is something I polished."

"Polished?"

"Yeah."

All Baimu smiled and pinched a gap with his thumb and index finger, "Along with some small extra help."

Such as polishing, waxing, crystal coating, adding large amounts of calcium products, etc.

Every method that could be used on the appearance of a Corsola, he had basically used, and finally succeeded in obtaining a round and jade-like little thing. ===== CHAPTER 1195 =====