There is a master ball at the beginning of the wizard

"Good stuff, what good stuff"

Seeing the owl being played badly, the old man who owned the hall was already trying his best to resist the urge to beat Qi Liang.

But this was indeed a promise he had made. If he cheated on the little baby and broke his promise to get rich, the old man would not be able to do such shameless behavior.

"Hehe." So Qiliang still stretched out his hand and smiled with a smile on his face. He could see that this old man was really thin-skinned.

Although he was reluctant in the end, the old owner sighed and found something and handed it to Qi Liang.

"This is a travel record I made when I was young. It contains records of many countries and alliances across the entire continent. You can take it after you take it."

As he spoke, the old man was suddenly startled because he found that Qi Liang's eyes were dull after taking the things.

So he stretched out his head and saw that what the latter was holding was actually a publication not suitable for children.

As soon as he said it, the old man blushed and quickly grabbed the little book in Qi Liang's hand that made people's blood boil.

While covering up his cough, he found a serious book from the bedroom in the library.

"Ahem, I took the wrong one just now, this one is the one."

Qi Liang took it over for the second time suspiciously and took a look at it. He saw that the thick notebook was in an old condition, and the cover was written with a period-like handwriting such as Guangchi News Record.

Wasn't this old man an adventurous elf explorer when he was young?

Qi Liang was happy.

Because from the perspective of his behavior, he wants to go further afield to conquer rare elves and search for legendary beasts.

This purpose is no different from that of elf explorers.

But when I think about it, the old gym owner was not like him when he was young. He could go wherever he liked with the Master Ball by his side.

So the content in this travelogue is very valuable.

Although this book may seem tacky at first glance, if you can flexibly use the regional knowledge and various information recorded in it, its value cannot be described in words.

Qi Liang has also tried to collect various field materials on the Internet before.

It's a pity that there are very few people who are willing to share the habitats of various elves and the places where magical scenes occur. After all, these can be regarded as rare encounters.

But this old man generously shared his life experience with him, which was already a great gift.

"Okay, old man, thank you~" Qi Liang inspected the goods and put the book into his pocket with satisfaction.

This time, the old man who owned the hall gave him a slap on the forehead.

Qi Liang was immediately stunned. Even in his previous life, he had never been hit on the head like this.

"What did you call me? You have to call me master from now on."

Qi Liang raised his head and saw that the old man who owned the library had a serious face, which was definitely different from the embarrassed look he had when he was hiding bad books and periodicals.

Although it was a bit awkward, Qiliang felt that if he wanted to get the inheritance benefits of Akiye Pavilion and make this place a temporary place to stay, he seemed to have no choice but to bow his head first.

"Father Xixi." He shouted weakly.

It was quite embarrassing for a grown man to do this before.

"Yes." The old man, the owner of the museum, then touched the stubble on his face, nodded, and smiled at Qiliang: "Go and restore the elf. I also have to comfort Ye Ren. This kid hasn't tried it for a long time. Failed."

Treat elves as children?

He is indeed a strange old man

Qiliang shook his head when he saw this newly recognized cheap master accompanying the big bird, so he went to the switch and put the ball containing the defeated elves in.

The National Alliance Network is good for this. No matter where the switch receives the Pokémon, there will immediately be a corresponding Pokémon Center to process the Pokémon sent in and solve various problems for local trainers.

In about 10 minutes, the injuries on Qiliang's Ubo, Spearow and other elves quickly recovered as before.

Seeing Qi Liang mindlessly taking back the ball, he walked over to watch the show. The old man, the owner of the hall, was comforting his nighthawk, and he stopped stroking its feathers.

"What are you doing"

"what"

Seeing that Qi Liang looked like a wooden man, the old man became angry and shouted: "Don't you know how to comfort your defeated elves? They also have self-respect?"

"Oh my god, what kind of trainer are you, a brat? You have to advance and retreat with the elves in order to establish a connection with the elves. Brat, what are you thinking in your mind? Are you going to Maybe because you saw the book collection I just collected."

After nagging a lot, it turned out that Qi Liang also did the same to comfort him.

But speaking of it, this was Qiliang's first formal elf duel in this world.

The last time he played against Bai Miao before leaving the village, he just thought it was just for fun, and he never thought that he would lose miserably.

As for the impression of the elves, he still stayed in the game, and he really didn't immediately react to the need to emotionally comfort the elves.

Although he knew that the old man who owned the museum was taking the opportunity to vent his anger on him.

But Qi Liang woke up and realized that what the old guy said was indeed correct.

The elves in this world are small living animals. Of course, there are also big and scary ones.

Since it is an intelligent life, it naturally also has emotions.

Qi Liang had always regarded them as game data, or as a tool man.

At this moment, he realized.

"Come out, everyone." He looked ashamed and quickly opened the elf ball.

The curled-up Vulpix, the coiled Arbor snake, the Spearow with furled feathers, and the spiritless Ubo.

Even though the four little guys have recovered from their injuries, they still seem to be immersed in the shadow of the defeat just now.

Feeling the power of the owl and realizing his own weakness at the same time, the two thoughts are mixed together, making every elf seem to have no energy at all.

It was at this moment that Qi Liang realized that he was really wrong, a big mistake.

Especially when he saw the pitiful and cowering looks of the elves, his heart melted instantly. These little guys had just tried their best for him. Although they failed, they could never be more picky about them.

According to common sense, it is not surprising for an elf to lose in battle. The one who needs to bear the responsibility for the failure should be the elf's master.

This is almost the same as "if the son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault".

At a certain moment, Qi Liang's understanding of the word trainer deepened.

"Baby, thank you for your hard work. You did a great job just now. I am very grateful to you for your hard work."

"lucky, lucky", the recovered lucky egg came over with a waddle, smiled and greeted his companions, and then kept chirping at the Arbor snakes.

It seems that it is trying its best to explain its master's encouragement and concern to its companions.

"Sa" the snake raised its head

"Wuba" Wubo tilted his head

"Oh~oh~" the fox circled around its owner

"Wow!" the bird flapped its wings and jumped around.

It wasn't until he was surrounded by the elves who had recovered from their spirits and had all kinds of tongues on his face that Qiliang could only smile awkwardly and struggle to respond to their enthusiasm.

"Hey, forget it, don't lick me. I'm talking about you, Abo Snake."

He patted the head of Arbor Snake, which was about to reach out, and let it wrap around his legs. He then picked up Vulpix and Spearow to comfort them.

As for Wu Bo, he simply climbed up from behind him and started licking Qi Liang's face. Fortunately, this guy didn't have the stench of smelly mud, otherwise Qi Liang would definitely not be able to bear it.

This is really a bit like raising a baby.

Looking at the old man who was talking to the owl from the corner of his eye, Qiliang gradually understood what it was like to truly cultivate elves.

But there is still one very important question that needs to be resolved.

"Okay, little guys, you failed this time, try harder next time, but in order to become stronger, you also have to receive special training. After all, you don't want to be defeated again."

The elves howled and expressed their determination to Qi Liang.

So Qi Liang put them down and walked to the new master's side again.

"Hey, old man, we are one of our own after all. Can you tell me how I am going to train in this crappy place from now on?"

As he spoke, he pointed at the empty training hall:

Except for a few battle areas, this gym is different from any other training gym. There is not even a single piece of training equipment.

How can this be used to train elves?

Do you practice being tortured here all day?

It is better to meditate on the ground, meditate with the elves, and learn super powers.

This is too funny

If it weren't for the fact that the old man who owns the restaurant is very powerful, Qiliang would have wanted to report it to the Akiye Museum because the store was suspected of defrauding consumers.

"Haha." The old man who owned the museum turned around after hearing his question.

"That's an interesting question you asked. Is the training of a genius no different from that of ordinary people? This gym of mine has been passed down for hundreds of years, and you have only seen one percent of it."

"You come with me."

After saying that, the owner patted the owl.

The latter, who had recovered some strength, jumped up and stood on the old man's shoulders again.

The old man took the elf and walked towards the innermost wall of the venue, Qiliang followed closely behind.

Then, as he watched, all the lights in the venue were gradually turned on.

As the old man pressed a button in his hand, the wall in front of him actually split from the middle and slowly retreated to both sides.