Monthly Calculation System in Pokémon

"Wow...your new clothes are so handsome."

Larulas looked at the lifelike five-clawed golden dragon on his clothes and said with some surprise.

"This is the combat uniform of the Six Associations. The golden dragons on it are not just decorations. They can resist the harm of mental attacks to a certain extent... and can also greatly strengthen the user's spirit."

Carlos introduced the effect of this costume, and then put his hand into his pocket as if he thought of something.

In fact, he took out a golden moonstone from the system space, pulled out a thin thread, tied the moonstone to it to make a pendant, and handed it to Larulas.

"Thank you for saving me and giving this to you."

Carlos said and tied it to little Lalulas's body. The powerful spiritual power in the moonstone made her find that her telepathy was even more powerful.

"This...is this too expensive?"

Little Lalulas looked at the spiritual energy rolling in it... and said with some restraint, no one in the tribe had ever given her a gift before...

"Don't worry, I have one here too. Just keep it."

Carlos took out another moonstone, meaning he had one too.

"Thank you."

Little Lalulas looked at the slightly older man in front of her and said.

"Uncle, what's your name?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Carlos, who was eating tree fruit next to him, almost didn't spit out his breath. Did he look so old? This body is only 14 years old!

"Little guy, I'm only 14... don't call me uncle, can I call you brother?"

"Okay...then what's your name, brother?"

"Just call me Carlos."

When the man in front of him mentions his name, he always has a complex emotion. Although this emotion always flashes by, it is still sensed by Pokémon like Larulas who can sense emotions.

"Sadness, regret, disgust, disappointment, loneliness, but there is a kind of true self-adherence... and the flower blooming in the mud..."

"Little one, do you know where this is?"

Seeing the rain falling outside the tree hole, the Pokémon running around because they couldn't find shelter from the rain, and the grass-type Pokémon bathing in the rain, he had a profound understanding of himself. He is not in his original world and knows nothing about this world.

But fortunately, this world is not as cruel and ruthless as the city. Although there are all kinds of dangers, for urbanites like him who dance with death all day long, this threat is completely indifferent.

"I don't know... I just ran forward after leaving the tribe... not knowing where I went.

"Do you have your own tribe?"

Carlos asked curiously.

"Yes, my mother is the leader of the tribe."

When he mentioned his mother, there was an obvious sense of loss in the little guy's tone.

"What's wrong? Did you have a conflict with your mother?"

Carlos heard the meaning of the little guy's words, so he asked.

"No...no, there is something wrong between the two of us."

"Don't think so much now... We have to go find something to eat tomorrow. If you eat these fruits, you can be full. If I eat them, I can barely eat them. If you stay half-hungry and half-full for a long time, it is very likely that you will It causes physical weakness, which is not conducive to our survival in the forest."

Carlos still has his own way of dealing with food.

When he first fell into this lake, before his consciousness was about to disappear, he saw many carps swimming towards him. They probably wanted to treat him as a meal.

Of course, he definitely didn't want to take revenge. The main reason was that he saw so many of them, so it was okay to catch a few fish for a delicious meal. After all, he likes to treat others with a broad mind. How could he be such a person? What about the bad guys? (forced truth)

Although he didn't know that these fishes were basically all bones and not much meat, but the advantage was that they were large and he could fill up a few more.

And no matter how unpalatable it is, he can accept it. After all, his cooking skills are quite good. When he was in the old G club, he learned some skills from the chefs in the team. After the old G club was defeated, he wandered alone. It’s been a long time since I cooked the local “specialty” garbage crab in the back alley of UChao. As for the taste...

"vomit……."

Carlos quickly covered his mouth. Just thinking about the taste made him want to vomit. It tasted like eating poop, but his cooking skills were enough to be able to swallow it without spitting it out.

Sometimes he was really glad that he had a bug body, because it allowed him to swallow a lot of things that normal people couldn't eat, which allowed him to live for so long. Even if life was so painful, he still had to support him to survive. The belief to go on.

"what happened?"

The little guy looked at Carlos who was retching and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just remembered something very disgusting that I once ate."

“How disgusting can something disgusting be?”

The little guy asked curiously. As she was trapped in the tribe all day long, she was still curious about new things outside.

"What should I say? Once you take a bite, you may never forget the disgusting taste for the rest of your life, and you will definitely regret the food you once wasted."

Carlos said with some seriousness that even if the meals he had eaten in the army were unpalatable, after comparing them with garbage crabs, he would find that the food in the army was the best in the world.

But those spirits made from the brains of Mr. Krabs are the best mental anesthetics.

He learned how to make it from the locals, found his own small shack at night, cooked a disgusting bowl of garbage crab meat, drank it in one gulp with strong liquor, and then endured the cold wetness of the seaside. It’s not a good feeling to fall asleep next to a trash can with gas and disgusting garbage smell.

And always pay attention to those "rats" or "scavengers" that may come to kill you... But if so, he doesn't recommend giving yourself a late-night snack. After all, roasting a whole person is at least better than garbage crabs.

(In the most extreme case, he has eaten human flesh. Of course, he will not eat scavengers even if he is killed. After all, he is not a meat sacrifice sacrifice)

It can only be said that these are also one of the "bad" memories in his wandering life. He doesn't know how he remembers these things.

(The locals did teach him how to make spirits...but what the locals didn't tell him on purpose was...the garbage crab actually tastes pretty good if grilled over fire...it can only be said that they are really insidious locals.)

"It's stopped raining outside. Please stay here and wait for me. I'll go out and be right back."

"Ah."

After about 30 minutes, Carlos came back. In one hand, he held some tree fruits that the little guy had given him to eat before, and in his paws, he held a lot of damp firewood. Originally, he only wanted to eat this. I was looking for some firewood, but I accidentally found some fruits, so I brought them back.

"Damn, this lighter is almost out of fuel."

Looking at his endorphin lighter, which was about to run out of fuel, Carlos sighed helplessly, and then used the hay as a tinder to light the pile of wood. As the flames rose, the tree hole gradually became warmer. It also made Carlos think about what to do next?