Elves: Dark Ages

Tuang town, slum area.

Nightlife has just begun.

Chen Yang and Zhu Yueyu left the tavern and walked along the street.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally you encounter patrolling guards.

There were several steam vehicles parked outside the tavern, all of which were driven by nobles and merchants.

The bog-leap fish was drunk, hiccupping, staring at the street light in confusion, and kept swallowing his saliva.

Chen Yang looked into the distance, his eyes dark and deep, not knowing what he was thinking.

The opera house across the street had just finished, and gentlemen and ladies wearing cloaks and half-top hats were returning.

The beautifully dressed elves they held in their arms were wrong, they should be called pets.

These little elves have been completely tamed, have no power at all, and have been reduced to pet-like existences.

"What a waste."

Chen Yang muttered.

The beggars wandering the streets are picking up rags.

They were all born in the slums. Some of them were so poor that they couldn't even afford to wear clothes. They only had a piece of cloth to cover their shame and they were all dirty.

This scene is in sharp contrast to the richly dressed nobles.

However, Chen Yang did not sympathize with these wandering beggars.

Because he himself was once like this.

But this time it was different.

He has the ability to protect himself and has his own elf.

Chen Yang raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and he should go back to the rental house to rest.

He turned around to leave, but suddenly saw a carriage parked on the street.

Sitting on the carriage was a woman wearing a long red dress and a red gauze hat, covering her face.

She was looking down, holding a Poké Ball.

As if aware of Chen Yang's gaze, he raised his head and looked over, with a strange smile on his face, smiling at Chen Yang.

"Weird woman..."

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment and muttered in his heart.

Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Yang led Zhu Yueyu into the alley next to him.

Both sides of the narrow alley were filled with homeless people begging.

When Chen Yang passed by them, he would be looked at by the beggars with longing eyes.

But none of the wanderers dared to get close to him, because the aura of the Swampert Fish was very fierce.

A beggar collapsed in front of Chen Yang.

Chen Yang looked down and found that the beggar only had a shabby straw mat and a dirty tattered cotton-padded jacket. He seemed to be very hungry.

He frowned and said, "Get out."

The beggar's eyes flashed with fear, and he took a few steps back with trembling legs.

Chen Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to walk forward.

There are many houses in this alley, some of which are vacant.

He took the Bogwap into one of the rooms and closed the door immediately.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, but they are very clean, and the sheets and bedding are fairly neat.

This is where he lives temporarily.

Chen Yang threw the marsh jumping fish into the bathtub to let it sober up.

He walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of moo milk and poured it into the water basin of the marsh jumping fish.

As the bog jumper grows, moo milk has gradually lost its effectiveness.

"It's time to switch to a different ingredient."

Chen Yang opened the kitchen cabinet.

There were several boxes of energy cubes inside, exuding a light fragrance.

“You need to make money during this time.”

Chen Yang sighed, found a bottle of Coke, opened the lid, and took two gulps.

A feeling of coolness spread throughout his body, making him feel relaxed and refreshed instantly.

Ever since he entered the town of Tuon, he had exchanged the elven materials and tree fruits in the package for gold crowns.

Then he used the money to buy many elf resources and cultivation books.

In addition, I also bought wound medicine spray and anti-inflammatory medicine powder at the pharmacy in Tuang Town for emergencies.

Currently, Chen Yang only has 5 gold crowns left on him, which is enough for ordinary people.

But Chen Yang felt that it was still not enough. You must know that cultivating elves is very expensive.

A bog jumper's daily meal costs several hundred yuan, which is just the expense of an elf.

The monthly salary of an ordinary working-class person in this world is only 4,000 yuan.

Moreover, the bog jumper needs to replenish nutrients and consumes even more energy cubes.

Chen Yang's money is simply not enough to supply the consumption of the Marsh Leap Fish. If preparations are not stepped up, the cultivation of the Marsh Leap Fish will fail.

As for the Dark Stone and the Moon Stone, these precious resources, he has no intention of taking advantage of them casually.

Chen Yang looked at the dark night sky outside the window and fell into deep thought.

The bog jumper stretched its limbs in the pond and slowly regained consciousness.

"Gala~"

It ran out of the bathroom on its short legs, lay down next to Chen Yang, and rubbed its head against his arm.

"Are you hungry? Wait a minute. There will be food soon."

Chen Yang reached out and stroked Yueyu's head.

Then he took out a box of special food cubes for the bog jumping fish from the cabinet and put it in the rice bowl.

Chen Yang spent a lot of money to have this specially prepared by a breeder.

It can greatly increase the nutrients needed by marsh jumping fish.

Seeing the Swamp Leap Fish devouring its food, Chen Yang felt very pleased.

"Shuttlecock Mian, come out too."

"Shuttlecock~"

There was a flash of red light, and Shuttlecock Cotton appeared in the house.

Chen Yang took out some fruits from the kitchen and handed them over.

"Eat, are you hungry too?"

Chen Yang said with a smile.

Shuttlecock Mian took the fruit from the tree and started eating it.

As a trainer, Chen Yang would not treat his partners badly. Even though Shuttlecock Mian was only a sparring partner, he still cherished her.

Chen Yang stood in front of the bed, looking at the scene in the darkness outside the window, lost in thought.

“How on earth are we going to make money?”

As long as there is a steady stream of resources, Swampert can become stronger.

He weighed the elf ball in his hand:

"It seems that I have to find time to go to the black market and sell the Heart Bat and Hypnotic Tapir. These two elves are also quite valuable."

Thinking of this, Chen Yang thought of another thing.

He glanced at the books on the table.

[Does Mega Evolution Stone exist?]

[Ibrahimovic’s Theory of Evolution]

[What kind of elf did Menas evolve from?]

[The effect of healing waves on humans]

[On how ancient trainers tamed Pokémon]

These are all books he bought from the Elf Cultivation Center before.

The human beings in this world do not have such profound research on elves.

Chen Yang rubbed his chin:

"Academic research..."

Perhaps he could make a plan based on the information he knew from his previous life.

He knew several evolutionary forms of Eevee alone, as well as the evolution methods of Ugly Fish and Slow King.

As long as you operate it properly, you can definitely make money.

"Gala~"

"Shuttlecock~"

Behind them, Bog Yuyu and Shuttlecock Cotton were satiated and lying on the ground, patting their bellies and humming, like two round little pigs.

Chen Yang glanced at them and smiled.

He turned and walked out of the living room and came to the kitchen.

Clean up the rice bowl and drive them back to their respective nests.

"call!"

Chen Yang lay on the soft bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really tired today and wanted to go to bed early to recharge his batteries.

He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

……

The next morning.

Chen Yang woke up early, washed up, changed into a set of sportswear, and went out.

The sky in Tuang Town is always gray, as if it is shrouded in thick dark clouds.

Countless chimneys rose, and white mist filled the entire town.

Steam aircraft flew over Chen Yang's head from time to time, causing waves of heat.

A mechanical aircraft that looks like a motorcycle flies through the town.

Surrounded by humans in strange costumes, the roar of steam engines, the chatter of the crowd, and the sounds of play, all mixed together into a wonderful and noisy feast of noise.

In the center of the square, there is a huge fountain pool.

Chen Yang stepped forward and started running.

Along the streets, billboards lit up with neon lights from time to time.

That mechanically driven belt-like device, like a slow-playing image, is playing the message:

"Barton Steak, made from the finest Kentero meat, has a mellow and smooth taste."

On the billboard, a cartoon version of Kentero gives a thumbs up, indicating it's great.

Chen Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a smile, and continued to walk towards Butcher Alley:

"A different world..."