Chapter 245: The Mafia Murkrow!

After entrusting the Pokémon Eggs to Luo Mu, Hassel did not linger; he immediately mounted his Noivern, took the large bag of local specialties Luo Mu had given him, and departed the farm.

Once Hassel's figure had vanished into the distance, Luo Mu returned to the living room, washed the teacups and dishes clean, then silently opened his phone and typed the four characters "Blueberry Academy" into the search engine.

The first result to pop up was news regarding the Blueberry Academy Grand Project—the completion and commissioning of the Ecological Dome—which also included several detailed aerial photographs of the area taken from a bird's-eye view.

Four zones, four distinct geographical features and climates.

The Savanna Zone, the Coastal Zone, the Canyon Zone, and the Polar Zone.

The naming convention was somewhat similar to that of his own farm's three zones; the chief designer was Geeta, who also served as the headmaster of Blueberry Academy.

Gazing at the photos and the news article, the shock in Luo Mu's heart gradually settled into calm, while a bold idea began to surface in his mind.

If this technology could be applied to the establishment of his farm, it might be possible to create a place that truly simulated Pokémon habitats and climates, raising vast numbers of Pokémon, perhaps even building a legendary farm renowned throughout the world!

But these thoughts could only remain stored in his heart for now; for the time being, it was far more practical to first complete the farm's infrastructure construction.

What Luo Mu failed to notice was that behind him, the Oranguru who had just settled the two Pokémon Eggs downstairs was watching him with a contemplative expression.

The next morning, Luo Mu was awakened by a chorus of chirping noises coming from outside the window.

Yawning, Luo Mu moved the Serperior's tail off his stomach, put the Mimikyu that had plastered itself to his face back under the covers, carefully stepped around the Dragonite—who, despite his age, still insisted on sleeping beside him and could now only pitifully nest at the edge of the bed due to his size—and then tiptoed over to the window.

In the distance, a flock of crow-like Pokémon circled in the sky; their harsh, chirping cries made one's brain throb with pain, while occasionally black dots fell from above, only to be incinerated by flames or blown away by a pink Fairy Wind.

That direction was where the chicken coop was located; the one spewing flames and the one blowing the Fairy Wind were members of the farm's security team, Feng Su Gou and the Alolan Persian, while those black dots were most likely stones.

"That flock of Murkrow is at it again."

Helplessness was plainly visible on Luo Mu's face; he couldn't even remember which day it had started, but these Murkrow had begun frequently harassing the farm, causing the chicks raised in the coop to fall into a state of constant mental tension due to their presence.

This made the Oricorio, who was responsible for caring for the chicks, extremely anxious.

It was bad enough that the Murkrow's calls were unpleasant and disturbed the peace, but they also threw objects from high altitudes; their bird character and quality were extremely low.

Through the translation of the gold-medal interpreter, Oranguru, Luo Mu learned the full story from Oricorio—

These Murkrow had set their sights on the free-range chicks outside the coop; naturally, the security team members Feng Su Gou and Alolan Persian stepped in to drive them away, but ever since then, this flock of Murkrow seemed to hold a grudge, running over every morning to cause trouble.

Even if they were beaten off, these stubborn bastards would return without fail the next day; Luo Mu had even begun to entertain the idea of taking his Luxray and raiding their nest.

Sighing, Luo Mu picked up the clothes drying pole specially placed by the window, extended it outside—

He did not intend to use the drying pole as a throwing spear to strike and intimidate the Murkrow in one shot, after all, he did not possess that kind of arm strength.

After extending the drying pole out the window, Luo Mu controlled it to reach toward the right side until it touched a wooden board; he then tapped the board a few times with the pole and shouted, "Moltres, go handle this."

Indeed, right beside the window was Moltres's birdhouse.

Moltres stuck its head out with a numb expression; looking at that lawless mafia, it had already lost count of how many times it had doubted its own prestige and aura as a Legendary Pokémon.

As a Legendary Pokémon of the avian kind, logically speaking, it should possess absolute dominance over ordinary bird-type Pokémon.

Whether Murkrow, Fletchinder, Trumbeak, Starly, or Doduo—scratch that last one.

Upon seeing it, these Pokémon should behave like mice seeing a cat, avoiding it at all costs, hiding and fleeing, fearing it like a tiger, keeping their distance, retreating three she, hiding their heads and exposing their tails, trembling with fear, and being awestruck.

Yet in reality, even after it charged over, used the dignity of a Legendary Pokémon to expel them, and left its scent behind at the scene, these guys would still visit punctually the next day, perfectly embodying the saying that a newborn calf fears no tiger.

Truly, countryside Pokémon who have never seen the world are difficult to deal with.

While frantically complaining in its heart, Moltres, urged on by Luo Mu, moved to the terrace outside the birdhouse, spread its wings blazing with fire, and flew toward the direction where the Murkrow were circling.

The Moltres approaching with imposing momentum quickly attracted the attention of the Murkrow.

The Murkrow exchanged glances with their cunning crimson eyes and collectively made a decision—The wind is tight, let's scram!

They believed they had perfectly gauged their flight altitude; the attack range of the two stupid dogs below could not reach them, but this large fire bird was different—the Murkrow did not want to take even a single hit from its Flamethrower.

Quit while ahead, come back tomorrow to continue the guerrilla warfare; they had plenty of time.

The Murkrow's original goal of hunting chicks had now completely changed; now they only wanted to thoroughly harass this farm, for crows were the most vindictive creatures!

While Moltres was still charging up its Flamethrower, the Murkrow on the other side orderly turned their bodies and, with great tacit understanding, chose to flap their wings and fly away—

Again like this!!!

Moltres felt a surge of rage rushing straight to its brain; when had Moltres ever suffered such humiliation!?

Anger made it want to immediately activate Sunny Day, then use a Gatling-style barrage of continuous Flamethrowers to teach those Murkrow how to be birds.

Reason suppressed Moltres's impulsive thoughts; it was very clear about the destructiveness of going all out, and a slight carelessness could affect the farm below, where those crops could not withstand even a bit of burning.

Not to mention that right next to the chicken coop was the planting site for Luo Mu's precious Secret Herbs; unleashing a major attack was absolutely out of the question.

Moltres suddenly missed its former carefree self; back then, it was never bound by such rules and regulations—truly, living on a farm, one is beyond one's own control.

In the afternoon, Luo Mu gathered the several Pokémon involved in the incident together in front of the chicken coop.

When Luo Mu had purchased the chicks, they were all in the chick stage; after only about half a month, they had just barely begun to shed their down and grow the new feathers of adult chickens.

Although chicks at this stage were full of energy, correspondingly, they were also easily influenced by external things and prone to being frightened.

Putting yourself in their shoes, if you were a tiny little chick, every morning you would see those large birds circling overhead, staring at you with predatory eyes.

Would you not be afraid?

(End of Chapter)