Read Novel Full Chapter 1022: Persuasive Milotic
Chapter 1022: Persuasive Milotic
Vespiquen's piercing screech wasn't a sonic attack—it was a cry for help. Who was it calling for?
Its sister, Roserade.
Why did Julian know this? Because he could sense Vespiquen's inner thoughts.
Vespiquen understood that it currently couldn't break through the Light Screen before it. Once the enemy dealt with its guards, it would be next.
And since it couldn't even break the barrier created by the opponent, then the enemy's strength must surely surpass its own.
"Sister, save me!"
That was what Vespiquen had cried out.
By now, Duraludon had already taken down the dozen or so Elite-level Combee and stood alongside Mega Tyranitar, awaiting Julian's command.
With the Light Screen barrier in place, neither of them could break through it either.
Vespiquen's plea for help continuously traveled through the Light Screen, spreading into the distance.
In truth, it didn't even need to call for help—the commotion caused by Duraludon and Mega Tyranitar had already been sensed by Roserade.
From the moment the battle began, it had already been rushing over.
"Julian, it's raining rose petals!"
Celebi pointed ahead, about a kilometer away, gazing in astonishment at the scene.
In the sky ahead, a rain of crimson rose petals suddenly began to fall out of thin air. Thanks to Celebi's keen eyesight, it could clearly make out that they were rose petals.
If it had been a human instead, they might only see a blur of red and even mistake it for a rain of blood.
But Julian could also clearly see that they were rose petals.
The rain of rose petals continued to approach Julian’s location. After about a minute, it came to a halt less than a hundred meters away from him, though the petals continued to fall.
A delicate floral fragrance drifted along with the rose petal rain.
'Hmm... it's poisonous.'
As the falling speed of the rose petals gradually slowed, a Pokémon danced gracefully amid the petal rain, leaping and weaving, descending to the ground together with the petals.
Clap, clap, clap.
Watching Roserade make its entrance accompanied by the petal rain, Julian applauded.
"Not a bad way to make an entrance," he commented, offering clear approval.
With an entrance like that, if it were participating in a Pokémon Contest, it would definitely score highly.
Pokémon Contests were a new type of competition that had gained popularity in recent years, focusing on showcasing a Pokémon's beauty rather than placing high demands on its battling strength.
This novel competition format quickly gained immense popularity. Since it focused on showcasing the beauty of Pokémon, many of the participating trainers were attractive men and women, and numerous celebrities and social media influencers were also taking part.
This in turn attracted a massive audience of appearance-focused fans, making Pokémon Contests extremely popular in countries worldwide.
The rewards for winning—both monetary and in rare items—were also exceptionally generous. Additionally, the Contests didn't place high demands on a Pokémon's battling strength.
This event had now become the second-largest competition, right after official Trainer battles.
As for who the genius was that came up with Pokémon Contests—
Julian pointed at himself.
Who else could it be but a transmigrator like him?
The introduction of Pokémon Contests also opened up a new revenue stream for the Walker Group.
Hearing Julian's sincere praise, Roserade's hostility toward him lessened somewhat. It glanced at the fallen Combee—all merely unconscious—and its hostility diminished even more.
Vespiquen: "Hurry up and get me out of here! Stop showing off!"
Trapped behind the Light Screen, Vespiquen was about to explode. 'I'm in this state, and you're still putting on an entrance performance? You're not the least bit worried!'
Roserade glanced calmly at its little sister. "You're just jealous."
Vespiquen was going crazy, but it still had to rely on Roserade for rescue.
"Can you let it go?" Roserade asked.
"I can, but I want Royal Combee Honey."
Royal Combee Honey was a special honey Vespiquen brewed exclusively for itself.
It was even more precious than Elite-grade Combee Honey.
Given that this Vespiquen was at the mid-stage Pseudo-Champion level, the Royal Combee Honey it produced should be beyond comparison.
"Don’t even think about it!"
Before Roserade could respond, Vespiquen refused outright.
Brewing Royal Combee Honey was extremely difficult, and each batch took at least ten years to complete. Only by consuming Royal Combee Honey could it lay high-quality Combee eggs, which had a certain chance of producing Pokémon with Cyan- or even Blue-grade potential.
So it refused without a second thought.
Julian shrugged. "See? It's not cooperating."
"Sister, stop talking to him! Just beat him up for me! Give him a good thrashing!" Vespiquen shouted from behind the barrier.
Just then, a Poké Ball on Julian's waist suddenly opened on its own.
"Milo~"
Milotic appeared.
Simultaneously, an astonishing charm radiated from its body.
The previously furious Vespiquen stared blankly. "So... beautiful..."
As a female, Vespiquen wasn’t swayed by Milotic’s charm into losing its rationality—the praise came from genuinely finding Milotic breathtakingly beautiful.
Under the influence of the Fragrant Mud, Milotic—already renowned as the most beautiful Pokémon—now possessed charm that soared beyond limits.
Forget the opposite gender—even members of the same gender could potentially be captivated by it.
A flicker of awe also passed through Roserade’s eyes.
It wasn’t that Roserade had never seen a Milotic before, but this Milotic was even more beautiful than any it had ever encountered.
If the Milotic it had seen before could be described as a delicate beauty, then the one before it now was like a noble princess from a royal family.
Not only was its charm astonishing, but it also carried an innate air of elegance.
"Sister, my trainer only wants a little Royal Combee Honey. Could you spare some?" Milotic said, looking at Vespiquen with pleading eyes.
Duraludon and Mega Tyranitar didn’t dare to look directly at Milotic, afraid they might embarrass themselves and later face punishment from Julian—the incident from before was still fresh in their minds.
At this moment, Vespiquen felt nothing but its own sinful stinginess, moved by "genuine" appeal, it hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course! Taking a little is fine."
"My sister is so beautiful—I agree."
'It agreed!'
Julian was somewhat surprised. Originally, he had planned to subdue Roserade and Vespiquen through battle.
He never expected Milotic to make an appearance, call Vespiquen "sister," and effortlessly win it over.
Sure enough, once charm reached a certain level, it could captivate both men and women alike.
As Metagross retracted the Light Screen, Vespiquen flew out from the hive.
Hundreds of Combee followed behind it, each holding golden Royal Combee Honey. Combined, they amounted to roughly a hundred pounds.
"Here, sister, do you think this is enough?" Vespiquen said with a smile.
Milotic glanced at Julian, who subtly shook his head.
It wasn’t that Julian thought it wasn’t enough—it was the Poké Ball containing Slowking that was shaking, signaling it wasn’t satisfied.
"Sister, could you spare a little more? I want to enjoy the Royal Honey in the future and remember you while doing so. The more honey I have, the longer I’ll be able to think of you."
"Sister makes a good point. It was my mistake."
So another hundred pounds or so of Royal Combee Honey was brought out.
"Sister, I’ve heard Elite-grade Combee Honey is excellent for skincare. Could I have some of that too?"
"Of course, of course!" Vespiquen nodded.
Thus, five hundred pounds of Elite-grade Combee Honey was provided.
Julian: 'Milotic, you truly understand the art of persuasion…'
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