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Chapter 28 The Indians (Seeking monthly votes)

Who is Adek?

That's the real league champion in the black and white game!

Very good. You've left the starting village, obtained your first Pokémon, and gone through the full training of the tutorial. Now go and defeat the champion!

Having received the quest from NPC Mr. Pigman, Mo Zhen, unusually, fell into deep thought.

I'm beating up Aldridge, really?

Damn, this difficulty curve is amazing, Pokémon has become a Souls-like game, hasn't it?

Upon hearing the name Alder, Xiaomengzi, who had experienced the normal Pokémon timeline, subtly gave Mozhen a way out.

"Ahem, um... Lord Mo Zhen, are we really going to help that guy drive away those Native Americans? Being bossed around like this isn't like you at all..."

Mo Zhen stood there, exuding righteousness and clear conscience.

"Hey, who said I was going to drive those Indians away? You know they are the true owners of this land, who have lived here for generations. I'm going to join forces with Chief Aldak right now to strike hard against the colonial invaders and drive that rancher away."

What a joke! Before, I had no choice but to work for others. Now that I have a champion-level mentor, I should hurry up and stick to him and become his support. Why should I work for that farmer who looks like a potato?
With such a powerful backer, why not join forces with the local natives to launch a counterattack, beat the farm owner to his knees, liberate Suanmu Farm, and reap a huge harvest of its ill-gotten gains? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Oh...I see! You are truly wise, brave, and righteous, I admire you immensely!"

After several days of training and growth, this pink-haired trash's ability to flatter has almost reached the [Master] level.

As they spoke, the two arrived at Route 20.

This is an uncultivated wilderness, where the air is filled with the fragrance of soil and wildflowers, exuding the vibrant energy and burgeoning life of the American continent.

Looking at the few tents pitched on the field, Mo Zhen commented on them.

"Hmm, is this the Native American camp? It fits my stereotype perfectly! It would be even more fitting if a brown-skinned native with a few bird feathers stuck in his hair appeared next..."

As they were talking, a young boy with a red spiky hairstyle, dressed in traditional indigenous clothing, emerged from the tent.

In the sunlight, his bronze skin gleamed with a healthy glow, and his eyes revealed a wariness of outsiders.

Looking at the indigenous boy carrying a bundle of firewood, Mo Zhen asked politely.

"Young man, may I ask who you are?"

Upon seeing Mo Zhen's modern attire, the indigenous boy immediately became wary.

"I am Fan Shilang. What are you doing here? We do not welcome outsiders like you. This is the land of our Shengyang tribe. You invaders who destroy nature, the spirits of our ancestors will punish you!"

The other person's name immediately triggered Mo Zhen's memory; this red-haired brat was Adek's grandson, a genuine third-generation chieftain.

Having won the grand prize, Mo Zhen immediately toned down his frivolous attitude and became respectful, following the clues.

"Little brother, is your grandfather home? I need to talk to him about something very important. Could you please go and tell him?"

The guava man put his hands behind his head and said casually with an impatient look on his face.

“My grandfather has gone out and is not at the camp right now. You can tell me if you need anything.”

go out?
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen frowned, sensing that things were not so simple and that his original plan might not be able to be executed smoothly.

However, he remained patient.

"Oh... No problem, I can wait. How long will it take for him to come back?" As a simple and honest native, Gua Shilang still carelessly gave out the information without any guile, completely unaware that he was being tricked into revealing information.

"He's going on a long trip to Shuanglong City, and he won't be back for a few days."

Upon hearing the confirmed news, Mo Zhen's face darkened, and he changed the subject.

"Oh, I see... Well, plans can't keep up with changes, so there's no need to wait. Cough cough, I now declare on behalf of the great and holy United States government that you can quickly pack your tents and get out of here. This is the private territory of Suanmu Farm, and private property is sacred and inviolable. You are the ones who should get out!"

Seeing Mo Zhen's change of attitude faster than flipping through a book, Xiao Mengzi, whose mind hadn't quite caught up in the moment, suddenly realized something.

"My lord, what are you doing...?"

Mo Zhen rolled her eyes and explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Damn, are you kidding me? This is the tropics, Shuanglong City is practically in the frigid zone. I don't have the time to wait here for that old bastard to come back from his stroll. A distant solution won't solve an immediate problem. I need to get some start-up capital from them first..."

Seeing Mo Zhen's sudden outburst, Fan Shilang instantly flew into a rage, his eyes burning with the pride of his ancestors.

"Hmph! You really are their lackey too! You despicable invaders, this land has been the territory of our Holy Sun Tribe for generations. The spirits of our ancestors have always resided on this land. You will never dare to invade it, even if you die!"

Seeing the local lad's complete lack of respect for the rule of law, Mo Zhen pulled out the land deed and began to explain in a lengthy and detailed manner.

"Haha, young man, times have changed. This is a society governed by law, and we value the spirit of contracts. Do you primitive people even know what a land deed is? Look carefully, only with a land deed is your land legal. Without a land deed, talking to me about ancestors and spirits is useless!"

The guava stared at the land deed in Mo Zhen's hand, as if he had suddenly understood. His expression changed from anger to thoughtfulness, and his eyes revealed a glint of wisdom.

"I understand. As long as you have this, you'll acknowledge this as our land, right?"

Seeing that the kid had taken the bait, Mo Zhen nodded repeatedly, his tone full of seduction.

"Oh right, that's exactly what land sales are all about. We need to have a sense of contract, understand?"

Upon hearing this, the guava man revealed a wise smile of sudden realization and chuckled.

"Hehe, it's that simple? My grandpa used to deal with those outsiders all day long over these land issues. If I had known it was this easy, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble. Go, Amigo, take this guy down! Let's snatch that thing from his hand!"

As they were talking, a huge reptile slowly crawled out of the tent.

Although this insect moved slowly, it had an extraordinary aura. Behind its huge white body, several red antennae stretched out in a ring, like the sun in a totem.

"Oh? This is... a firefly?"

This Burning Bug was the first late-blooming spirit that Mo Zhen had encountered since coming to this world.

As one of the few top-tier Bug-type Pokémon, it has near-legendary potential, with both its skill pool and attribute distribution being remarkable.

The description of Volcarona's final evolution as the embodiment of the sun in the Pokédex is also very impressive, perfectly befitting the status of the chieftain's grandson.

However, Mo Zhen was not panicked at all.

Because this thing can only evolve into Volcarona at level 59, and the opponent is currently just a large ground reptile. As an initial form of Pokémon, its stats are definitely not very good.

While other alpacas are water buckets, this thing is a water basin. Apart from its strangely outstanding physical attack, its other attributes are all very low. In a game, it would basically be a water dispenser player who sits on the bench until its calluses form, with a learning device attached to it.

Facing the burning worms of the chief's grandson, Mo Zhen smiled and commanded with composure.

"Very well, go ahead, Xiao Huolong! Let these ignorant people experience the torture of capitalism!"

(End of this chapter)