Chapter 233: The Pokémon with Maxed-Out Skill Points

"Baa, baa, baa~" (Come drink some milk~)

For Skiddo, nutrient-rich goat milk is their greatest pride, so inviting Pokémon to drink it is equivalent to offering their most cherished gift.

Heh heh, with this, we'll be able to make friends with the speed of a lightning whirlwind.

The two Skiddo couldn't help but feel a bit smug in their hearts.

Although the faces of the two Skiddo were full of invitation, the entire room fell silent, as if they had been silenced by them.

The telepathic translation simultaneously transmitted by Mr. Mime made Luo Mu involuntarily cover his face, feeling as though his brain was trembling.

The Skiddo were actually inviting Pokémon to drink goat milk so openly; Luo Mu couldn't fathom what kind of bizarre train of thought could lead to such an action.

No Pokémon would dare to openly drink Skiddo milk under so many gazes, but as the expressions on the Skiddo's faces grew increasingly off and even began showing some bad signs, Luo Mu only felt his heart growing colder and colder.

He exchanged pleading glances with Luxray and the others, but they all averted their eyes one after another.

If things continued like this, the bold Skiddo might directly shut themselves down due to this Waterloo, which was something Luo Mu did not want to see.

Pokémon on the farm should be full of vitality; they ought to be healthy and happy.

As if resigning himself to fate, Luo Mu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and walked toward the flustered Skiddo under the admiring gazes of all the Pokémon.

If I do not enter hell, who will?

April 3rd, morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, illuminating Luo Mu, who was curled up in a ball under the covers on the bed.

"Mr. Mime, yare yare Mr. Mime."

Mr. Mime patiently shook Luo Mu; although it was urging him to get up, its tone was very slow and gentle, as if it were considering something.

Luo Mu, hiding under the covers, had actually woken up long ago, even awakening when Serperior and the others went out to tend to the fields.

It was now nine o'clock in the morning; Luo Mu rarely slept this late, and although his mind was clear, he kept replaying last night's socially deadly scene, robbing him of the courage to leave the covers.

Mr. Mime felt somewhat helpless; in fact, apart from the initial burst of laughter, the Pokémon who later realized the situation were extremely impressed with Luo Mu.

They could foresee that if they themselves were in the Skiddo's position in the future, Luo Mu would probably come to help them out of their predicament as well.

Under Mr. Mime's guidance, Luo Mu was finally willing to leave the covers, and just as Mr. Mime had said, the Pokémon were especially clingy to him today, as if they could gain a sense of security from him.

On Luo Mu's left shoulder sat Alcremie, on his right shoulder Mimikyu, and atop his head rested... no Pokémon, while Comfey had run off to routinely use Grassy Terrain.

Led by Mr. Mime, Luo Mu came to the doorway and discovered a row of wooden troughs spliced together leaning against the wall.

When he returned last night, it was pitch dark all around, so he truly hadn't noticed them.

"Did you make these?"

Luo Mu looked at the exquisitely crafted wooden troughs in surprise; seemingly to reduce the probability of hurting Pokémon, the troughs were made using a splicing technique without a single iron nail added.

Mr. Mime nodded, and not only that, it had also designed them according to the dimensions of the farm fence, allowing the troughs to fit perfectly onto the fence.

However, achieving this level of work was impossible for just one Pokémon alone.

Mr. Mime's gaze fell upon Mimikyu on Luo Mu's shoulder, and its telepathy rang out: "Thanks to Mimikyu, Cangyan Cangyan Rengui, and the others cutting the wood for me, and Dragonite and the others polishing it with Air Slash, I could not have accomplished this alone."

"Regardless, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Mime! And you too, Mimikyu!"

Luo Mu felt that Mr. Mime was refreshing his understanding every single day; being able to select such a butler with maxed-out skills in multiple areas meant his luck was truly outrageous.

Luo Mu had intended to say that they should immediately move the troughs to the pasture area and then let the Skiddo still staying in their Poké Balls familiarize themselves with the environment.

Suddenly, the phone in his pants pocket vibrated briefly; Luo Mu took it out, unlocked the screen, and his eyes lit up upon seeing a new message and photo.

"Mr. Mime, look!" Luo Mu handed the phone to Mr. Mime.

"Mr. Mime?"

Mr. Mime took the phone with a puzzled expression, its steady face freezing for a moment before breaking into a gratified smile.

【To the esteemed Mr. Luo Mu and Mr. Mime: Through my continuous efforts and explanations, Luxray has forgiven me and agreed to become my partner and return with me to Lumiose City. Every day from now on, we will continue to grow, not only becoming a competent Gym Leader but also not falling behind in our inventions.】

【Having learned from this lesson, I deeply understand how important communication is; Luxray and I have already decided to create an invention that allows humans and Pokémon to understand and communicate with each other, and we currently have some preliminary ideas.】

【Finally, Luxray asked me to send its greetings to Butler Mr. Mime; Luxray is very grateful for its guidance during that period and for the kindness of giving it food. If we have the chance, we will definitely visit Paldea—Sincerely, Clemont and Luxray.】

After Clemont's heartfelt words, a photo was attached.

The background of the photo was the Lumiose Gym; Lémon was embracing Clemont and You You Lijia, while Luxray sat upright in front of them, and whether human or Pokémon, everyone wore a broad smile on their faces, bringing a warm smile to the viewer.

Luo Mu and Mr. Mime exchanged smiles, and Alcremie also let out a happy laugh.

In regions and cities where they were not present, those friends they knew were also constantly improving, which was truly a very joyful thing.

"These are Skiddo; they will be living in the pasture from now on, so everyone must get along harmoniously."

Luo Mu pushed the Skiddo, whose favorability toward him had reached MAX due to last night's events, over toward Mudsdale, Meng Ya Lu, and the others.

Seeing these three tall Pokémon, especially Mudsdale, which looked every bit the strong type, the Skiddo hesitated for a moment, but then recalling last night's events, they boldly walked toward them.

Mudsdale had little interest in the newcomers; as long as the Skiddo did not destroy its beloved muddy ground, having two more roommates in the vast pasture was no problem.

Perhaps because Meng Ya Lu and the others had spent some time within their own herds, they could understand the Skiddo's urgent desire to integrate into the farm environment, and coupled with the bond of both being Grass-type Pokémon, both Meng Ya Lu extended their goodwill to the Skiddo—

Lowering their heads, they gently licked the faces of the Skiddo with their tongues, just as they once licked the young Deerling in their herd.

(End of Chapter)