Elf development game

On board the carrier.

Victor sat on a sofa, opened the curtains and saw clouds and mist slowly flowing by the window.

The steamship is sailing to the Imperial Palace Gate.

He looked around and saw a hall that was very luxuriously decorated.

Carpets woven from small fire horse velvet cover every corner.

The brown solid wood furniture was polished to a shiny finish and was spotless.

Click.

The door to the back room opened, and a young man with blond hair walked out. He had a handsome face, a smile on his lips, and an elegant temperament all over his body.

"Mr. Van der Waal."

Victor stood up, put his right hand on his chest, bent his legs, and bowed respectfully.

The young man in front of him is a member of the imperial royal family. Although he has no fiefdom, no title with real power, and no right of inheritance, he is still a member of the royal family and works for the royal family. Maybe those grand dukes, dukes, and even powerful marquis and earls could ignore them, but he couldn't.

"Baron Victor." VanderWaal nodded slightly and returned the salute with a smile.

He walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of fruit wine, and asked:

"Do you want to drink, Baron Victor?"

Victor shook his head. As a trainer, he strictly controlled his body and always required his brain to be in optimal condition.

Van der Waal didn't take it seriously when he saw this. Those democrats preached about how extravagant and depraved the nobles were, but in fact, most nobles, at least the heads of the family, must be excellent trainers. How could an excellent trainer be willing to accept it? Fallen and ruined his body.

He didn't care about this, because as a member of the royal family without inheritance rights, he was actually worse off than these nobles. He could only rely on the princes and princesses who had inheritance rights.

Therefore, he is more inclined to focus on political means rather than on the strength of the trainer.

In fact, under normal circumstances, strength is not required.

The two sat down opposite each other, and VanderWaal poured himself a glass of red wine.

He held the wine glass, sniffed it, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "What's the result?"

How do you say that I was tortured by the other party and beaten like a noob? Is it like an adult beating a kindergarten child? When Victor heard this question, he suddenly felt unhappy, but his expression did not change, and his tone did not change, and he replied : "The other party's strength is at least that of an earl."

"Earl?"

VanderWaal thought about the information he had collected.

Touya.

Won the EMI Crown Competition Championship.

Information after this is very vague.

If you stay in the wild for a long time, you can't find it at all.

It is difficult to tell whether the information on the Internet is true or false. We only know that the other party has a certain reputation.

And he has a baby elf that is so precious that it is even known as a legend.

The potential is huge.

If you look at it this way, it's quite normal.

Send trainers with great potential here to get gold plating

But the count's strength

so young

Vander Waal felt a little uncomfortable, but soon returned to normal.

As a member of the royal family, he has the obligation to find out the purpose and strength of any trainer who comes to Galar, and to deploy manpower to control these unstable factors at all times.

But I want to control a trainer with an earldom

"It's a bit troublesome, but it's still within control. If you are a trainer with the title of Marquis or Duke, then it will be a big problem."

Vander Waal thought of this and shook his head again.

The higher-ups will not allow Dukes, that is, trainers at the gym master level from the Alliance, to enter.

Even those with the title of Marquis should, in theory, be closely monitored.

Thinking of this, VanderWaal sighed again in his heart.

easy to say, hard to do.

A trainer's strength is not written on his face.

It is impossible to digitize a trainer's specific strength.

We can only make assumptions based on the other party's information and past achievements, and then try again.

Only so.

It's not easy to do your own job.

Vander Waal knew this very well, and he also saw that Victor might feel uncomfortable.

He immediately promised some compensation.

A few minutes later, Victor walked towards his room with satisfaction, leaving VanderWaal alone in the living room.

He tapped on the table.

"As usual, report the information and see how the superiors arrange it."

VanderWaal pondered for a moment.

According to the usual practice, someone should be sent to contact Dr. Hector and his team, Touya, and those foreign students.

Being gentle, instigating rebellion, and deploying people are routine operations.

He stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth with a wet wipe, and straightened his appearance in the mirror.

It's time to meet Dr. Hector and trainer Touya.

As for the accompanying researchers and international students, he did not take notice of them.

As a typical Galar nobleman, he also "respects the strong".

After half an hour.

in the living room.

VanderWaal elegantly poured a glass of red wine for Dr. Hector, his team, and Touya:

"Everyone, do you need anything else?"

"Thank you."

Dr. Hector only wants to do research, and the expression on his face is full of the ten words "If you have anything to say, please don't waste my time."

Even Touya has only spoken a few words to this doctor so far.

Dr. Hector is like this to his own people, so don't expect him to be very patient with outsiders.

Researchers Lisbon, Natasha, and Gray thanked her politely and did not answer.

And Touya picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to his shoulder, letting the curious Ibrahimovic stick out his tongue and lick it:

"Boom"

Bah tastes bad

Ibrahimovic thinks Fat House Happy Juice is suitable for her.

On the contrary, it was Gardevoir who encouraged Touya and asked him to take a bottle away for her to try.

"Can I have a bottle of this wine?"

Touya was naturally not polite and immediately took two bottles of different types of fruit wine and said smoothly:

"By the way, do you have any dragon elf eggs? Give me some. I'm short of dragon elf eggs."

Natasha and Gray immediately looked sideways, unable to tell whether Touya was joking or telling the truth.

Lisbon pushed up his glasses and twitched the corners of his mouth. He didn't believe it. Touya couldn't tell that the nobleman in front of him just said it casually.

Vander Waal was indeed experienced and said with a smile:

"If you are willing to give us one of Zoroa's elf eggs in the future, a few dragon-type elf eggs are nothing."

He was half joking and half serious.

Generally speaking, the quality of dragon elves is the best among elves.

But it also depends on what kind of dragon elf it is.

They are both dragon elves, and the gap between ordinary dragon elves and quasi-legendary and quasi-god dragon elves is still very huge.

There are more than a dozen kinds of dragon elves in the Galar region, and most of them are not that strange to him, to be honest.

Exchange these dragon elf eggs for the legendary Zoroa elf eggs

This transaction could happen a thousand times and he wouldn't mind.

Dongya looked at the handsome blond guy in surprise, "You are amazing. Fortunately, Soraya is not here now. Otherwise, I really don't know if you can get off the spaceship alive." He stared at Van Der Waal with a strange look and said:

"I threatened Zoroa last time and told her to get pregnant if she disobeyed. To be honest, fortunately I am its trainer. If not, you would have to go to the cemetery to see my brother now. What you said is brave."

I have the courage but you have the courage. Vander Waal was a little confused this time.

It turns out that there really are such people. As long as they are brave, the elves will take maternity leave.

Threatening one's own elf

Said to make it pregnant

what is this operation

If this account doesn't work, then another Sinnoh person can do this?