Pokémon Master is me, Bell

Simon Moreau's grandfather was a well-known and wealthy man when he was young, and he was keen on exploration and charity.

My father grew up in an elite education and turned a blind eye to this world full of miracles. He devoted himself to running his business but achieved mediocre results.

My father, who has a serious personality, did not inherit his grandfather's talent of "making money just by playing".His ambitions and expansion ultimately failed, and he could only pin his hopes on Simon Moreau.

However, Simon’s grandfather’s genes seem to have left him with only a “playfulness”.Simon has excellent academic performance, reads a lot and has a wide range of books, but he has no interest in doing business.It was as if the gene for loving Pokémon had been suppressed too much in the previous generation, so it was completely released in Simon.

After his father passed away, he simply became a hands-off shopkeeper, leaving the management of the hotel to a trusted old butler, and embarked on a journey to study Pokémon culture alone.He went deep into different groups of wild Pokémon, conducted field surveys, recorded their respective group characteristics, social relationships, and cultural inheritance, and wrote and published articles.

Simon Moreau has never tamed any Pokémon. He is not interested in becoming a trainer, challenging gyms, or participating in league competitions.Rather than fighting side by side with Pokémon, he is more interested in acting as a bystander to understand the Pokémon themselves.

When he was 28 years old, he learned of the existence of Pokémon Village.A pure world without humans, where all social relations are composed of Pokémon.

It would be a perfect place for fieldwork, Simon Moreau decided.

A year later, he stood at the entrance to the Psychedelic Forest.

He meets the goth kid.

As Simon Moreau tells it, he was lost in the night of the Psychedelic Forest, trapped by its lush branches.But what he didn't say was what kind of "emergency" caused a Pokémon scholar who was very patient, experienced in travelling, and respected "local rules" to choose to destroy those branches instead of slowly looking for the exit of the maze.

That's because Simon Moreau vaguely saw a petite "girl" with twin tails through the dense dead branches, who was being surrounded and attacked by a group of rotten wood demons.

It is agile and constantly attacks the deadwood demon with phantom light, but it cannot stand that this forest is their territory.

Simon Moreau rarely gets involved in disputes between wild Pokémon any more than a human would stop a tiger from pouncing on an antelope.His job was just to watch and record.

But Goth Kid is different.

When the Gothic Kid was knocked to the ground by the Kuchiki Demon's shadow ball, it barely supported its petite body with its arms. Instead of looking at the approaching Kuchiki Demon, it raised its head and looked at it stubbornly and pitifully with a pair of wet eyes. Towards Simon Moreau, who was trapped behind a natural barrier formed by layers of branches.

Unlike all antelopes who were unaware that the moment they fell into the tiger's mouth was being recorded, the Gothic Kid looked at the "camera", breaking the supposed safety boundary between Pokémon and Pokémon scientists.

It's asking for help.

So Mon Moreau's body moved before his brain.He seemed to be driven by some kind of force and opened the barrier in front of him. His long windbreaker became tattered and his cheeks and hands were scratched with blood. However, he rushed forward and hugged him as if he felt no pain. Goth kid.

The Gothic kid sat on his arm, his hands subconsciously grabbing his shoulders, fitting perfectly into his arms.

When Simon Moreau said he had angered the deadwood demons who protected the forest, he actually lied.The one who really pissed off these old Pokémon was the girly Miss Goth.

If this story were told by Miss Goethe, it might be a little different.

At a critical moment, it used fake crying on a lost traveler. Rather than an effective method, it was more like a struggle, like forcing someone to witness the end of his short life.

But it happened that the extremely hidden struggle in this despair was seen.

After that, Simon Moreau never failed to fulfill every expectation Miss Gothic had.

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Just when I was about to ask Mr. Simon himself about the Pokémon Village, the Gothic Kid came back.It held more bergamot fruits in its arms and looked at me warily, its eyes making me feel a little nostalgic.

It was very similar to the expression on Miss Gothic's face when I first saw her in the deserted hotel.

Now it has already drawn me into its own protective circle. When encountering ferocious wild Pokémon that come to beg for food along the way, it will easily repel them, arousing admiring cheers and applause from the rest of its friends.

The boss is full of temperament.

But there is something new about it despite being nostalgic.I have never seen Miss Goethe in her youthful "girlhood". Although I have fantasized about her relationship with Mr. Simon, I can only picture in my mind the image of a decadent gentleman with a motherly temperament serving a delicate young lady.

Unexpectedly, the reality is almost the other way around.

Even though we haven't bonded through Pokmon Balls yet, the possessiveness of the goth kid can burn a hole in my body.

I smiled and said: "Mr. Simon, your Pokémon is back."

The man was slightly stunned after hearing this, shook his head and said, "This child is not my Pokémon."

But the goth kid who was misunderstood as a human could not seem to be offended.It raised its chin slightly and snorted coldly, as if trying to hide the light pink on its cheeks, but it became more obvious.

"I'm sorry, are you angry?" The man heard the goth kid's cold snort and coaxed him angrily.

Ah... I touched my chin. Mr. Simon is somewhat natural.

Faced with the man's good attitude, the Gothic boy stamped his feet and pushed all the Buddha pole fruits in his arms onto the other man's lap.

Simon Moreau smiled, picked up a bergamot fruit, took a bite and said, "It's delicious, thank you. Would you like to give one to Miss Bell too?"

He waited patiently for the goth kid's answer.

The gothic kid finally showed an expression of shame and anger similar to that of a human girl, and nodded awkwardly.

I almost half-opened my mouth and took the bergamot fruit with wide eyes.

Although natural!But the man in front of me named Simon Moreau is really good at Pokémon!According to my long-term relationship with Miss Goth, the most pleasing way to get along with her is preferential treatment based on respect.

It hates being looked down upon, ignored, and does not feel unconditional pursuit and pampering.

Simon Moreau did not need to spend a long time with it. He naturally listened to it carefully, respected its opinions, and looked at it intently when talking to it, but he also had his own persistence and ideas.

No wonder Miss Goethe's obsession will be so deep in the future.

I sigh.

When I took a bite of the bergamot fruit, the scene in front of me began to dazzle, like a movie played at twice the speed, allowing me to quickly watch the next plot.

The next morning, the Goth Kid offers to take Simon Moreau out of the Forest of Trance.Under the gaze of a pair of bright blue eyes, the man gave up.

He no longer thinks that the Psychedelic Forest has the Pokémon Village he's looking for.But it can be seen from his lazy smile that Simon Moreau does not feel that the hardships he endured in this forest are in vain. He has gained a wonderful experience that is as valuable as the Pokémon Village.

Following the figures of Miss Goethe and Simon Moreau, I walked through the twisted forest and returned to the entrance.

Under the pale sunset, the Pokémon scholar waved goodbye to the Pokémon, just like he had done countless times.

Like many of the Pokémon he encountered, Gothic Kid had a look of reluctance on his face.

But what is different is that its reluctance is almost stubborn, biting its lip, stubborn emotion, eyes as clean and warm as ice cubes raised straight up to stare at the Pokémon scholar.

After a long silence, the lazy and elegant mask on Simon Moreau's face shattered. He covered his face and laughed softly. Finally, it turned into a self-deprecating helplessness and squatted down.

He looked calmly into the face of the Gothic Kid and held out his hand to it.

The Gothic boy snorted and put his hand up, but held it tightly, as if he was punishing the man.

Simon Moreau sighed: "You really have the temper of a little girl."

"Let's go."

The goth kid didn't move.

Simon Moreau laughed again, with a strange joy in his voice, and picked up the Gothic boy!

Under the dissatisfied complaints of the Gothic boy, they gradually disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

I was left alone, dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Is this really something I can watch?

But what if Mr. Simon failed to find the Pokémon Village after staying in the Psychedelic Forest for so long?Does it really exist?

But if it wasn't here, why did Mr. Defu give me this clue?

Although it helped me understand better that the bond between Miss Goethe and Mr. Simon is real!

Anyway, we still have to go back to the forest. This time we will mark the path with dyeable berries so that we won’t get lost.

I--

A. Let’s take the dark path. After all, Gintoki and Kagura are still inside.

B. This time go to the middle and take the flower path!Maybe Miss Goethe went this way

C. Go to the right, maybe Miss Goethe went this way

D. Just wait where you are. They will probably come out soon.

"The Pokémon Master is me, Belle"