This elf world is kind of weird

Chapter 259: A high-level cultivator who takes an unconventional path

No matter what time it is, Miare is always bustling and bustling. People come and go on the streets, and countless tourists and Pokémon bring intricate sounds and information, but it doesn't make people upset, but rather warm.

Outside the Headquarters of the Breeders Association, according to the time agreed in advance with Woolley, Philio came alone.

A gust of breeze blew by, bringing a little coolness, and it also blew the corners of his clothes, revealing the six elf balls around his waist.

The special training of the Scaled Dragon in the Tower of Refining has not yet ended. According to Grandpa Ke Kebul, the tempering of the power of the waveguide has reached a critical period, and it will take at least half a month to a month. Therefore, this trip, It can't accompany it.

Now it seems that he has to wait until he arrives in Kanto, and then he can be reunited with the Scaled Dragon through communication exchange.

Nazi, who originally planned to come with him, was still staying in Miara at this time, busy packing up things that she couldn't finish, so she could rush to Miarei to meet him later.

Taking this opportunity, he also happened to rush to the association headquarters to go through the procedures for promotion.

But before he reached the gate, he was taken aback when he entered the small square outside the association headquarters.

"Good guy... I never heard of such a thing..."

Looking at the battle in front of him, he murmured with emotion.

Although the time was a bit rushed, in order to welcome a newly promoted senior cultivator who won this honor at a young age, the headquarters of the association was still decorated in a grand manner. Most of the staff gathered in the lobby, and the small square was also decorated with flowers.

Even Philio didn't dare to recognize him for the first time. Then he thought there was some big event at the headquarters and subconsciously wanted to go around from the side. It wasn't until Woolley stepped forward and laughed and teased him that he understood what was going on. .

"Now, on behalf of the Carlos Breeders Association, I announce that after multiple processes such as achievement appraisal and contribution evaluation, the association has approved Mr. Filio's senior breeder qualification review and hired him as a special advisor to the Carlos Breeders Association!"

"I hope that in the days to come, there will be more opportunities for cooperation, and I also hope that Mr. Filio can continue to develop on the road of cultivating home, and make greater contributions to the field of Pokémon cultivation!"

Accompanied by Director Nils, Master Atli, the president of the association, personally presided over Philio's promotion ceremony. It was brief but solemn. In addition to a few necessary personnel to maintain the normal operation of the association, the resident cultivators and workers All personnel were present, which highlighted the importance and respect that the Breeder Association attaches to every outstanding member of the breeder.

Although I had already determined that becoming a senior cultivator would only come naturally, I did not have high expectations or surprises before coming here. However, at the moment when I received the qualification certificate and the consultant appointment letter, I listened to the applause and congratulations from around me and watched the changes from the past. The association hall was so different that Filio couldn't help but feel a little more sense of identity.

The simple and sincere method is often especially useful for people with complicated thoughts like him.

Standing in the front row of the crowd, Woolley looked at Filio not only with the satisfaction of his master and seniors, but also with a bit of envy. Becoming a senior breeder at an early age is still supported by quite shocking theoretical innovations.

Even though this theoretical innovation has caused quite a bit of controversy in the industry, supporters almost worship it as a god, while opponents dismiss it as a traitor.

But no matter who you are, no matter what your position is, you cannot deny the subversion and groundbreaking of this research.

The dark clouds hovering over the entire industry revealed a crack.

In the future, countless talents will go forward and succeed, and it will always be a matter of time before the clouds can be seen.

-

At the end of the ceremony, as President Atley and Director Niels left first, the staff and resident breeders of the association left one after another, either looking for a place to try their own formula, or returning to the office to complete the day's work. Work.

Except for a few cultivators who wanted to come up to chat but were a little hesitant, the hall returned to calm.

Filio, who didn't like blind excitement and ineffective social interaction, hurriedly packed up his belongings, went through the corresponding procedures, and ran to Woolley's office who disappeared without knowing when.

He still has an important matter with a tight schedule and heavy tasks to ask Senior Woolley to do.

But before reaching the elevator, he was politely stopped by two staff members in a hurry, and invited to the fifteenth floor.

That was the office area of ​​the president and directors. He drank tea in Niels' room the last time he came here, so he knew the way very well.

But this time, it was Master Atli's secretary who led him here.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Please come in."

Accompanied by an old but energetic reply, the secretary opened the door of the office. Master Atley and Director Niels were sitting in the reception area drinking tea and laughing.

"Filio, it's finally here. Niels and I have been waiting for you a little anxiously, come and sit down!"

Seeing that Philio finally completed the formalities and rushed over, the handsome and kind-hearted Master Atli waved repeatedly, and called him to his side who was still a little unclear. With a light wave, the secretary exited the office respectfully, leaving only The three sat opposite each other.

"Nils told me that he wanted to take this opportunity to meet you. I thought it would save trouble, so I let him stay with me and didn't say hello to you in advance. Don't you blame me for being rude?" Pour a cup of tea , Atley asked with a smile, and the white beard and double chin trembled with the voice, looking kind and easy-going.

Filio pretended to be panic, and said with a smile: "A master like you is willing to meet a nobody like me, I'm too grateful, how can I have any objections?"

"No matter from that point of view, you can't say that you are nobody! Our youngest senior breeder." Master Atley gently stroked his beard, and looked softly at Fei who was sitting upright. Leo, "Casual, don't be so restrained. Speaking of which, we met and chatted for the first time today, but this is not the first time I have dealt with you."

Niels smiled and added: "The time you were trapped in the cave in Yaoxiang, President Atley personally ran to the alliance headquarters and pressed the old lion of Lavin to speed up. Now that I think about it, the time has passed It's really fast, that old guy who put down the picks actually retired earlier than the two of us! It's outrageous!"

Speaking of Ravi, who was basically the same age as him, Nils pretended to complain and gritted his teeth.

"indeed so."

Atley nodded, and the two old men looked at each other and smiled.

Hearing that they were making up a board chairman who also had a good relationship with him, Philio couldn't answer the conversation. He just bowed slightly in the direction of Atley and said sincerely: "The life-saving grace in Yaoxiang that day really didn't dare for a moment. Forget, I have always been very grateful to the association and seniors for their help and support, in the future, as long as I have the opportunity, I will definitely contribute more to the association!"

"The life-saving grace is too great, far from being mentioned. I am just representing the association to support our young people who have high hopes. After all, cultivators are in the minority, and we need more unity and development."

Waving his hand nonchalantly, Atley's gaze became a little more solid, and he spoke a little bit.

Philio nodded in agreement, his respectful attitude made him quite satisfied, and he changed the subject with a smile.

"Tell me about the research you want to do in the future and the areas you are interested in? Young people's vision is always more vicious than ours. It also allows me, a sluggish old guy, to feel the fresh flavor of the times."

After chatting for a while, it was quite different from Director Nils who was strict but straightforward. The mature and prudent Master Atley spoke carefully and carefully, often pointing out something, and he did not hesitate to give Filio some suggestions and advices. The demeanor of a loyal elder is like spring breeze.

Sitting firmly at the top of the Cultivator Association with extremely complicated interests for many years, he has not only been respected by the entangled old school, but also supported by the powerful grassroots that have risen in recent years. He must have his own excellence.

In fact, he has been able to play both sides over the years and has always maintained an overall atmosphere of healthy competition and mutual promotion within the association. He has reconciled the old and new factions with increasingly sharp conflicts and ensured the stability of the overall environment, which is really rare.

From this short conversation, Philio got a glimpse of everything and had a basic understanding of the training master's style.

Originally, as the chairman, he only needed to preside over the promotion ceremony of Philio, and even the representatives of the directors could attend it. He wrote a letter to encourage him, but since he became the chairman for nearly ten years, perhaps the ceremony The degree of emphasis is different, but every time I will be there in person to give the most direct respect and affirmation.

With such a posture and style, it is indeed difficult for people to feel bad.

However, this was not the reason why he took the initiative to find Filio for a conversation. What really contributed to this meeting was Filio's age and the paper that made him feel refreshed.

Director Nils saw the joints, and with his sharp eyes, he naturally understood the importance of it, and tried several methods to verify it one by one. In the midst of his amazement, his words also expressed his love for Philio.

With Atley as the protagonist, Niels simply sat aside and listened silently, just adding something from time to time, acting as a mediator for the atmosphere, and expressing his support for Phileo.

But in fact, the most important content of this conversation has been conveyed in a clear way from the very beginning.

As an intermediary between the two factions, although Master Atley supported Niels secretly, he still implicitly expressed his limits.

After all, the standing Cultivator Association and the group of Cultivators it represents not only require drastic forge ahead, but more importantly, maintain their own unity and stability—as an important and highly independent social class.

On this point, the positions of the Association and the Pokémon League will not and should not be completely consistent.

After the happy conversation between the host and the guest on the scene, Fillio, who was relieved, left in time under the signal of Niels' eyes.

As soon as he went out, he saw Woolley who was already waiting outside.

"Hey, come out? This time, I feel a little bit of your nervousness. How about it? The feeling of meeting the president is different from that of Director Niels, right?"

Looking at Filio, who was sweating slightly on his forehead, Woolley lowered his voice and laughed, and stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder.

"After all, he is the leader of the academic world and the noble person who helped me out of trouble, and he is also the president. Many things depend on him to have a chance, and it is even more important to respect him." Taking out a handkerchief and wiping it lightly, Philip Ao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little emotional, "It's also thanks to Director Nils for helping me, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing."

"There are also undercurrents in the association these days. It's not as harmonious as you looked in the morning." Woolley looked at the empty corridors on the left and right sides pointedly, and dragged Filio to the elevator carelessly, "Be careful. The bad, let's go, go to my office, this is not the place to talk."

When he walked through an office with an open gap, he even amplified the volume a little: "Come out with me for a drink at noon today. I know a pretty good restaurant. Let me celebrate for you. It's an instant success!"

After finishing speaking, he took a big step and left swaggeringly.

It wasn't until a while later that the slightly opened door closed again.

"Senior, the previous room belonged to Master Camilla...?"

After arriving at Woolley's room, after closing the door and sitting down, Philio, who was mostly settled in his heart, pointed to the direction of the ceiling and asked.

"That's right, but that old lady will definitely not show up at the headquarters. Those who are inside are his students and assistants, and she is also a veteran senior breeder. It's not a climate, and I can only live by guarding a high-level formula at a young age. , it is said that his teacher gave it to him because he felt that he could not save his face. Add sugar and milk to celebrate."

Woolley, who was still young but still young, showed a smug smile, and put the coffee with a lot of sugar in front of Filio, and he didn't even need to drink it, and he could feel the sweetness with a light sniff.

"As you get older, you tend to like sweet drinks more easily. It really makes you feel happy, especially when paired with something that is bitter first and then sweet." After taking a nice sip, Woolley looked at Filio with a smile. "The old lady's disciples are not very up to date. They worry all day long that after they are gone, the school that has been running for generations will decline. So as soon as I saw your paper, I immediately sensed the danger. These days, they are on their side. It's a big fuss, but it doesn't matter. Compared with them, some ordinary breeders with average standards are not too happy, so this deserves more attention."

"After all, a lot of it is their livelihood skills, I can understand." Filio nodded, took a sip of coffee, savored the mellow taste between his lips and teeth, and said slowly, "But it's not a bad thing, this kind of unskilled The things themselves shouldn’t be so expensive.”

"You are so merciless when you speak... Not everyone is a monster like you." Woolley laughed dumbly, and casually called up the monitoring systems of several production rooms in the building, pointing it out to Filio, "You Look, these are young people who were 'inspired' by you to come up with new quantitative standards, and now they are having their heads broken."

Philio looked calm: "Failure is experience, and sooner or later you will succeed."

"Of course, that's why I support you. Director Nils and so many cultivators who don't have the backing of famous sects also support you." Woolley sat up straight and said seriously, "You are an unusual person who has done a lot Things that people want to do but are unable to do, stir up this stagnant water, not only benefiting the public, but also bringing us some new opportunities."

"I can't wear a high hat. I just have more whimsical ideas. I like to do a little unusual things and take an unusual path." Filio waved his hand and smiled reservedly.

"You! It's obviously a good thing to say, why do I sound so awkward, and want to beat you up so much?" Eyes widened, Woolley tried to look angry, but he didn't hold back, and laughed, "This man And people, it's really incomparable! Why don't I have a brain like yours?"

"Naturally, there is no way to choose."

"go with!"

Picking up the finished coffee cup, the "anxious" Woolley tried to fight, but Philio quickly got up and fled in embarrassment.

Pachilitz, who was squatting on the desk and eating snacks, also jumped up to join in. For a while, the chickens were flying around, and the weak current flew around amidst the laughter of the electric mouse.

By the time Patch Leeds had a good time, Woolley's pots and pots were almost empty. Both Philio and Woolley were given a very trendy hairstyle, but the most important thing was not it, but the outrageous attack midway Dream Demon and Wind Fairy.

Their addition made the situation out of control.

When the dust settled, Philio finally understood why everything in Woolley's office looked so rough.

With such a little ancestor around, bumps and bumps are indispensable.

And today, Dream Demon and Wind Fairy also taught Woolley a good lesson.

Showing the sorrow of sympathy and sympathy for each other, the two looked at each other and sighed in unison.

It was only at this moment that Philio had the opportunity to talk about the real purpose of looking for Woolley today.

"Senior, what I asked you to do earlier...?"

Facing the mirror in the separate bathroom, Filio pressed hard on his completely disobedient hair, and asked Woolley beside him.

"Small question, I knew you wanted to ask this." Wu Li, who had basically given up on treatment and splashed water on his head, nodded nonchalantly, splashing water, "Here, it's in that small cabinet over there. Unscathed. You wanted it in a hurry, and it took half a month, but it turned out to be in just a few days, which made me run all the way, what are you going to do?"

"Here... I want to prepare a meeting gift. Sun Ibrahimovic, show me these two!"

Filio, who barely smoothed his hair, hugged the Dream Demon and Wind Fairy who were still trying to be demons, and rubbed them vigorously, not giving them a chance.

"Hey! That's really precious, you have to spend a lot of effort, right? Let's go! Don't clean it up, talk in the room! Who bothered you so much?"

Smelling the gossip, Woolley with wet hair rushed forward, hooking his shoulders and back.

"Patch!"

The unstoppable white electric mouse couldn't bear its curiosity. It jumped up and down nimbly, landed on Wooly's shoulder, and pricked up its little ears.

-

Sala, seaside villa.

The bedroom was a little messy, Nazi in front of the closet was struggling.

She has been standing here for more than half an hour.

Which clothes to carry when going out is always an ultimate problem that is difficult to choose.

Behind her is an open suitcase, and there is a bulging suitcase next to it. It looks bulging, and it must have been packed.

Suddenly, unable to make up her mind, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a few brand new clothes hidden in the corner, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she was about to close the cabinet door with a light spit.

But at the last moment, she struggled a little. After thinking about it, she took them out again, occupying the last little space in the box.

Not long after, with the roar of the engine, the car waiting outside the door slowly drove towards the train station.

-

At the same time, in the refining tower, in Corny's room.

The painting was named Together in Miare at the time, but she was in charge of making trouble, and the small painting that Philio was in charge of correcting was still hanging on the bedside, and the frame still looked like new, obviously the result of frequent cleaning.

After the meeting, Kerni rushed back to Suo Luo, laying on the bed with a bitter face, with Bai Shengsheng's little feet kicked up, waving back and forth, her pink lips pursed slightly, showing displeasure visible to the naked eye.

"Cunning old woman, big wood with soft ears! I'm so mad!"

Beating the pillow under her body hard, she, who had already learned everything from Filio, never expected that she just went out for a meeting and was robbed halfway.

After a few months of complacency, today's victory and defeat turned into a big failure for Miss Kearney.

-

In the evening, in the hotel room, a small gift box was laid flat on the table, with some plant debris scattered beside it, giving off a faint fragrance. The careful Emperor Napoleon was cleaning it with a small brush.

Philio was sitting on the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and stroking Sun Ibrahimovic's soft hair with the other, watching the big mouth baby, the wind fairy, and the little dream monster who was getting more and more familiar with playing games with their hair sitting in a row, playing Cassettes brought from home.

The continuous sound of fighting came from the TV, and the shouts of the little guys were louder and louder.

"Ding Dong"

[Nazi: We will fly to the airport tomorrow morning. We can go to Jinhuang City and stay at the gym in the afternoon. 】

Looking at the news on his mobile phone, he smiled a little when he thought that he would be a guest at the Golden Gym tomorrow night and achieve another achievement of "meeting the parents".

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and thought of something remarkable.

Listen to her tone...

After thinking for a moment, Filio realized something (actually he didn't) and said seriously: "Ibrahimovic of the Sun."

"Buyi?" Taiyang Ibrahimovic raised his little head in confusion.

"It may be difficult for you and Big Mouth to sleep by yourself tomorrow night."

"Buy?!"

"Qi... Qiduo?!"

"Hey, hey, you're kidding, you're just kidding...! Don't force yourself! It's going to be crushed! Let go!"

It was now time for the hotel attendant to make his rounds.

After all, we live in a suite, and for various reasons, the sound insulation is particularly good.

The lazy young man walked slowly outside the door, sighing softly:

"It's another calm day, it's great... off work!"