Chapter 225: Officer Jenny

Half an hour of research.

Unable to figure out how to make handcrafted ice cream, the Gulpin instantly gave up and ran over to ask Steelix to lend its body for a water slide—

—and the latter actually agreed.

Baimu saw Chansey still pitifully researching, sighed and climbed ashore, took the small bucket from the former and poured in Moo Moo Milk, light cream, white sugar, and fruit tree puree, then sealed it with a lid.

"Gulpin! Lend me your Ice Punch!"

He took the ice pick and called Gulpin over to freeze the stream water.

The reason he didn't freeze the small bucket directly was because the thing couldn't withstand the low temperatures produced in a short time — dare you mess with it and it dares to crack, without the slightest hesitation.

"Gulpin?"

Gulpin curiously thrust its fist into the stream, creating a large block of ice. Baimu carried it ashore and began chipping away — swish, swish, swish.

After producing a pile of ice shavings, he poured them into the large bucket together with salt, then placed the small bucket inside the large bucket.

"Now we just keep turning it. It won't take much effort." He patted Chansey's head, and the latter enthusiastically began turning the small bucket.

Gulpin was curious about the principle and couldn't help squatting beside them to watch.

And just as Baimu said, before long the ice cream was finished. The two Pokémon stared at the delicate ice cream in the bucket, eyes shining with amazement.

"Whoa, looks like that shopkeeper really didn't sell me fakes!" Baimu took a look, found there weren't many ice crystals, and nodded in satisfaction.

He had once tried making it with diluted Moo Moo Milk before — what came out was less ice cream and more accurately described as shaved ice.

Later he used pure fresh Moo Moo Milk, added some cream, and succeeded on the first try.

Clearly, the raw materials made a big difference.

Baimu brought small bowls, portioned them out in turn, and handed part of them to Chansey and Gulpin. "Eat up, the taste should be about the same as what you buy outside. Everyone! Ice cream time!"

He called out to Aggron and the others, then went to the tent to wake up Galarian Corsola. "Time to eat."

Galarian Corsola: "……"

If it's not good, you owe me my nap!

It slowly floated up, then slowly drifted outward.

Baimu was genuinely worried that by the time it floated over the ice cream would have melted into water, so he simply stuffed it into the tent to enjoy at its leisure.

Everyone ate with great relish—

—including Dreepy.

Although eating was rather "agonizing" — one bite and it had to tilt its head back and cry out — it still stubbornly finished it all. The key was, if you didn't let it eat, it would get worked up with you; if everyone else had some and it didn't, it got even more worked up.

He didn't really understand the psychology of this young dragon.

"Speaking of which, you're already level thirty-five…" Baimu glanced at the Pokédex. Dreepy had come to the family two months ago, had battled plenty of times, eaten plenty of Glow Food, and even gained one level from the simulator's level rewards.

The latter hadn't disappointed him either — despite being a Pokémon that took longer to grow, its progress was no slower than the other Pokémon, in fact even a bit faster.

Truly worthy of a Pokémon with excellent traits.

Too bad there's still a long way to go before evolution.

He looked at the other Pokémon — Aggron, level sixty-eight, three of which came from simulator rewards.

Steelix, level sixty-four; Gulpin, level fifty-six; Chansey, level fifty-one — after eating multiple level rewards, this one had finally reached this major tier.

Which meant from now on, all the 【Lv. 50 exclusives】 would go to Dreepy and Galarian Corsola. Congratulations, congratulations.

However, although Galarian Corsola only came out a few hours a day for training or battling, it had also risen to level thirty-seven — two levels higher than when it first arrived.

Heaven knows how fast it could progress if it stopped slacking off.

——

Perhaps they had been too loud while playing in the water.

Or perhaps Steelix and Aggron's sizes were too conspicuous.

Originally, the guide said wild Pokémon often came to the stream to drink, and with luck you could discover rare Psychic-type Pokémon like Ralts.

The result was, Baimu had been here long enough to see Ralts, but hadn't even spotted a single Wurmple.

It was really frustrating.

"Forget it, not encountering any is just how it is." He dusted off his backside and decided to start gathering dry firewood for the evening.

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Although a campfire was smoky, without it something always felt missing.

Conveniently, the stream bank was all stones, and it was far from the forest, so there was no worry of accidentally burning the trees and starting a forest fire.

"Who's coming with me to gather firewood?"

Baimu called out, and Aggron and Dreepy responded instantly. "Alright then, you two it is. Chansey, Gulpin, keep an eye on camp. Steelix! Come down and rest a while!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs for a bit, then headed into the forest with Aggron and Dreepy.

Although it was summer, there was no shortage of dead branches on the ground. Just by wandering around nearby he gathered a big bundle. Just then Dreepy, unable to carry anything in its mouth — wet firewood — was getting anxious, so he simply tied all the firewood together and strapped it to Dreepy's back.

"Mo Nao? Mo Nao?"

The little black-scaled dragon excitedly wiggled back and forth.

"Slow down, it's going to fall off!" Baimu forcibly held it still — he didn't want to have to re-tie the firewood he'd finally secured. "Be good~ Carry it back to camp and let Chansey help you untie it, then bring the rope back."

"Mo Nao!"

Dreepy nodded and ran toward camp as if let off the leash.

Baimu watched its retreating back, then immediately heard Aggron's low growl. "Grr!"

"What did you find?"

He went over to look and found a withered, fallen tree trunk covered in moss. The big monster had propped it up and was making to carry it back to camp.

"That won't do, that won't do — it's too damp."

Baimu hurriedly stopped it. Burning damp firewood would make the already choking smoke even thicker.

"Roar…"

Upon hearing this, Blastoise had no choice but to set the large tree down.

However, the tree couldn't be taken away, but the mushrooms growing on it could be picked. All Baimu took out his phone to take a photo and search, confirming that they were indeed edible mushrooms before picking them.

"We can have mushroom soup tonight — it'll be delicious! These are mountain delicacies!"

All Baimu said with a smile to Blastoise, and the moment the latter heard "mountain," its eyes immediately lit up.

Right over here.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded not far away, and the cyan-blue flash was unmistakably the attack of a Monferno.

All Baimu hurriedly set down the mushrooms and jogged over, thinking in his heart that some trainer had spotted Monferno and was trying to catch it — but when he arrived at the spot and took a look.

A police-issue sidecar motorcycle, a Growlithe crouching and growling low, and a beautiful blue-haired woman in a blue police uniform.

If it wasn't Officer Jenny, who else could it be?

At this moment, Monferno's nostrils flared, seemingly trying to pinpoint Growlithe's location. Catching All Baimu's scent, it cried out in pleasant surprise, "Mo Nao!"

"Is this your Pokémon?" Officer Jenny's sharp gaze swept over.

"Uh, yes."

All Baimu shielded Monferno and asked, "I'm a trainer — may I ask what happened?"

"Please show me your Trainer ID card, or your Pokédex." Officer Jenny seemed to relax quite a bit upon hearing All Baimu's self-introduction.

And once she confirmed All Baimu's identity and saw the "New Trainer" field, her expression completely settled into calm. "That campsite by the stream and the Pokémon — they're all yours?"

"Mm…"

"Someone reported to me that an especially dangerous and enormous Pokémon had been spotted by the stream, so I came specifically to take a look." Officer Jenny explained the reason.

After she discovered that the Steelix had a trainer, she brought Growlithe into the forest, and upon spotting Monferno, followed it.

Who would have thought the latter's vigilance was so strong — upon discovering a stranger tailing it, it attacked without a second word.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Officer Jenny!"

All Baimu apologized hastily and said, "It might be… psychological trauma. I rescued it from a group of poachers together with a friend — at the time, many of its companions were also captured by the poachers. So when it notices a stranger following it…"

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Officer Jenny's expression instantly softened. She even crouched down in front of Monferno and gently patted its head. "Sorry for bringing back bad memories for you."

Growlithe barked softly along with her, "Wang Wang!"

"…Mo Nao~"

Monferno also seemed to understand that the source of the unfamiliar scent wasn't a dangerous person, and with its trainer by its side, it responded in an extremely gentle voice.