I, the elf, dig mines to support you

Chapter 180 Unlucky No. 2

After finishing the conversation with Daddy Cheap, Jiro became a little concerned about the arrangement of the show.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the best player is the first, the second is the third, and the second is the worst. After the first match, there is only a short 10-minute rest period in between.

Then it is necessary to let the wounded Pokémon enter the stage to fight the third battle of the heyday.

However, in terms of luck, Jiro hasn't been afraid of anyone since he acquired Bokby.

"Come out, Torkby."

Holding the gift of heaven, Bo Kebi, in his arms, he asked who could have better luck than himself?

After everything was ready, it didn't take long for the lottery to begin.

The avatars of the three people kept scrolling on the screen, and then the speed slowed down. Which one is that handsomer?
Naturally, it was Jiro. Sure enough, with the blessing of Bokby's luck, he got the best seat to play.

However, just when everyone thought that the first one was confirmed, the scrolling on the screen did not stop. Although it was crawling slowly like a turtle, it still slowly crossed Jiro and became a new avatar.

That's a dragon attribute trainer, Aze.

Then, the screen scrolled again, and this time, it stopped steadily at the head of Jiro. At this point, the order was set, and Jiro won the worst seat.

He rubbed his eyes, a little skeptical of reality, Borkby, tell me, are you playing me?

Picking up Bokby and looking at him, being looked at by those innocent eyes, Jiro was sure that it wasn't him playing himself.

And since it is not it, then there is something shady.

This is not a guess, but a conclusion calculated by reasoning and intuition. To be fair, as a person who has done the preparations of Borkby, even if he does not draw the top lottery, he will not draw the worst lottery.

And it was obvious that it had already stopped at its own profile picture just now, but it still abruptly moved down one frame.

This is completely different from the second lottery process.

But even if there is really a shady scene, so what?Since others dare to do this, and I have no proof, what can I do with them?

Even if he reported it, the other party would only say that everything was normal, unless he could find powerful people in the alliance to stand by his side.

For example, the Four Heavenly Kings.

It's just that if the other party is powerful enough, then after a thorough investigation, at most, it will end up pushing out a staff member to stand at the gunpoint, and characterize the matter on the grounds of his operational error.

That would only make me sick as if I had eaten a fly.

So the most correct way is to blast the two opponents. The beneficiaries of this kind of black box operation are the two competitors.

This works better than any report.

The anger in Jiro's heart blazed up at this moment.

And everything was just as he expected, the lottery was really operated in secret, but the purpose was not because of his two opponents, but because of him.

Du looked at Damarachi and frowned deeply: "Master, do I think it is necessary to do this? This kind of competition pursues fairness and justice. You said this yourself. If you do this now, if it gets out, the prestige of our alliance may suffer a major blow."

"And it's also very unfair to the player personally. Are you not afraid that he will come to trouble you when he finds out about this?"

And Xiba on the side also stood on the same side as Du: "If you want me to say, the old man naturally has his reasons for doing this."

"Look, everyone, don't the hairstyles of those two boys look like the old man's?"

"I can't be sure, those two are the illegitimate sons of the old man. In the face of such a powerful opponent, the old man is eager to protect the calf. Isn't it reasonable to act in secret?"

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The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes. When hairstyles can be used to judge parent-child relationship, isn't the street full of relatives?

But no one refuted his words, after all, they all didn't understand Damalanchi's operation.

The seats at the Eighth National Congress are indeed very important, but no matter how important it is, is it more important than the prestige of the alliance?
You must know that once the opening is released, the dike will eventually burst. At that time, whether the alliance can exist or not is a big question mark.

For this, Damalan kicked Shiba's ass angrily.

"Old man, I am quite old. Even if I have the heart, I don't have the strength."

"Here, I solemnly declare that I have no direct or indirect relationship with those two boys. The reason why I did this is, in the final analysis, for our Guandu Alliance."

"In the past, our Kanto area was recognized as the number one in the world. This was not blown out, but fought by the eight pavilion masters in battles."

"At that time, what kind of evil organization, let alone set foot in the Guandu area, even wandered in the waters near Guandu was still frightened."

"But look, what is the state of the Kanto area now?"

"The majestic owner of the Eight Avenues Hall is actually the head of the underground forces. This is simply a ridiculous joke, and I have completely lost my old face."

"There are also dark gray gymnasiums and Hualan gymnasiums. They are able to survive now, all because of the legacy of their ancestors, or they would have been expelled long ago."

"We in the Kanto region need fresh blood and a new generation of trainers who can stand up."

"Otherwise, what awaits us is that we will be left far behind by the times. At that time, if we try to catch up, it may be too late."

Speaking of this, Damalan's chest heaved rapidly, and he didn't know if he was angry.

After a while, he continued: "Therefore, after finally finding an excellent seedling, it is natural to cultivate him well."

"This battle is a sharpening for him."

"I'd love to know what he does when he's at his worst?"

"Of course, as long as he can still win in this situation and successfully obtain a seat in the Eighth Avenue Pavilion, then I will naturally explain to him what happened today and make some compensation."

"That compensation, as long as it is a trainer, can't refuse."

"And if he can't pass this test, then there will still be compensation, but it will be lowered by several grades."

"Do you agree with this result?"

A lot of words really showed that Damalan was dedicated to the Guandu Alliance. Now, even Du, who has a sense of justice, has nothing to say.

But Shiba still wanted to say something, but after looking at the surrounding atmosphere, he still closed his mouth.

After all, let the new generation of excellent trainers have a little more tempering, and he also agrees with this kind of thing very much.

As for Kona and Chrysanthemum, one is out of his mind and looks like he has nothing to do with himself, while the other has his eyes closed and doesn't know what he is thinking.

This thing is over.

(End of this chapter)