Stupid Pokémon Master

Cheng Tian's outlook on life was shocked, and he successfully realized the horror of exam-oriented education. The little old man couldn't help but nodded his head with satisfaction.

Watching the other person leave as he doubted his life, the little old man felt extremely comfortable. He walked slowly to the front desk, hummed an Indian song, and slowly took out a bunch of keys.

The crystal lantern overhead was still flickering with dim light.

At this moment, the museum door was pushed open again.

The little old man said without looking back. "Today's time has come. If you want to visit, come back tomorrow."

Ryunosuke seemed not to hear, holding a short staff in one hand and walking forward slowly while constantly looking at the display cabinets around him.

"It's really cold here... I think we should allocate funds to install heating equipment here."

"I won't bother you, the Finance Minister, with this matter." The little old man put the key into his pocket.

"Some things in the museum don't like traces of modernity." The little old man walked slowly towards the gate with his hands behind his back.

"Good night, crystal lantern."

Upon hearing this, the crystal lamp fire spirit extinguished its dark flame, and the surrounding area quickly fell into darkness.

"Please don't be so anxious." Ryuzosuke smiled and turned his head. "I'm here to discuss with you the rewards for the top three in this year's league competition."

"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing. The schedule organizing committee will discuss it and determine the appropriate reward."

"But you are the president of the organizing committee." The smile on Ryunosuke's face looked a bit hypocritical and a bit unpredictable.

"Alas..." The little old man turned his head helplessly.

"Ryunosuke, I want to remind you. As a high-level cadre of the alliance, you should not involve your country's interests and your own selfishness in your work."

"You are serious. Promulgating appropriate rewards for outstanding trainers every year is a rule that has been established over the years, isn't it?" Ryuzosuke said in a persuasive tone, "Some things have been hidden in the museum. , and cannot discover its due value. Only when it is exposed can..."

"There is a reason why some things are hidden in the snow!" The little old man suddenly roared hysterically, and Ryunosuke was instantly interrupted.

"Ryunosuke, remember, this is my advice to you." When the little old man said this, he felt calm and confident, and sweat was secreted from Ryunosuke's back.

"I advise you in the name of the former chairman of the alliance. Abide by your duty and don't forget your true heart."

Ryunosuke's breathing couldn't help but become heavier, and he kept calming down. It took a long time to smile again.

"After all, this is not your opinion. Everything must be voted on by the competition organizing committee. Even if you are the former chairman of the league, you cannot change it."

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Ryunosuke left, and in the dark museum, only helpless sighs could be heard.

Looking at the closed door, the crystal lantern glowed dimly again. The little old man stood blankly in the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

The flames danced, and the crystal lantern fire spirit seemed to be conveying some message.

"I know," the little old man said calmly. "Of course I know what he wants. But that thing is something Yukoshi asked us to keep. We must never take it out."

"He won't succeed."

The fire went out, and the little old man walked out of the museum, took out the key and locked the door.

Did you hear that sound?

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"Good morning!" Cheng Tian squatted at the entrance of the museum early.

The little old man ignored him and just opened the door.

"Hurry up while there is no one around. You are not allowed to come down without my permission. I don't want to cause any harassment."

In fact, the schedule has entered the most critical stage. Quite a few players have been eliminated. Some may choose to return directly to their country, but more people will choose to stay and visit the island.

It's early now, someone will be here soon. If Cheng Tian goes up and down the second floor at will, it will definitely cause some commotion. The little old man didn't want to explain everything one by one.

"But... what if I can't translate it? Can you always follow me on the second floor?"

The little old man glared at him and said, "I am a museum administrator, not your personal translator."

With that said, he threw a headset to Cheng Tian. Cheng Tian was a little surprised that the other party would still use such a thing at such an old age.

"When the time comes, you can just tell me the channel number. I have basically memorized all the translations after being here for so many years." The little old man said.

"Ah∽Si Guoyi!"

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At around 8 o'clock in the morning, many visitors came to the museum.

Because the environment was too depressing, everyone was quiet and did not dare to speak. Only the crystal lantern overhead was swaying.

The little old man stood at the door and glanced inside, then turned to the visitors outside.

"There are enough people in the museum now. Please wait half an hour before entering."

After saying that, he locked the door, walked into the museum, and began to inspect.

Tourists from these various countries still abide by the rules, and no one dares to do anything wrong. After a while, the little old man's headset began to make a rustling sound.

"Hello?"

"I can hear you."

"What is this huge tripod in showcase No. 35?"

"That one was excavated by your country. It was sent to the Elf Alliance for safekeeping. There is a very evil smell of disaster on the tripod. It is speculated that it was used for sacrificial rituals in the past."

"That's it... then, what is this huge bone in showcase No. 47?"

"That is a small phalanx. It belongs to a dragon that died for a long, long time. The remains of two giant dragons have been excavated in the world. The first one is properly kept in your country, but the second one is not. There was an accident during transportation, and the museum has collected many of its mutilated bones, and this is part of them that are on display.”

"China really has everything..."

What follows is a running sound that follows closely behind. It sounded extremely urgent.

The little old man frowned, "What are you doing?"

Only the sound of running answered him. After waiting for a long time, Cheng Tian's voice sounded again.

"Huh? Why isn't this on display?"

The little old man frowned, "What?"

"Is this...No. 101?"

The little old man's face changed, "What are you talking about? There are only 2 collections on the second floor!"

Just for a moment, an ominous premonition appeared in his mind.

"Yes! Isn't this marked?" Cheng Tian replied. "Just in a cubicle."