Elf: Start your slow-paced life after becoming a farmer.

Ironically, when Carl named the small lake on his farm "Pot Lake," he did have the idea of ​​raising a family of miniature dragons on his farm.

After all, who wouldn't want to be like that Flying-type Elite Four member, frantically stuffing three Dragonite into their team?

Of course, according to Carl's principles for capturing Pokémon, he can only bring the three Dratini back to the farm with a clear conscience if he obtains the consent of their "guardian dragons" and if the three Dratini are willing to follow him.

As for now? Carl glanced at the Dragonair, who was pulling out snacks from his backpack to treat the three Dratini, and sighed helplessly: "That's enough for now. I'll personally take these three little guys back later."

“As for now,” Carl reached out and pulled Pipa, who was sitting in a folding chair, up. “Come on, Pipa, I’ll go with you to register.”

Before leaving the camp, Karl winked at the Martial Arts Bear Master sitting in the camp. The Martial Arts Bear Master immediately understood and nodded steadily at him.

Carl then felt relieved and led Piper toward the registration point for the fishing competition.

……

As the evening approached six o'clock, the warm yellow firelight filled the entire campsite. Carl and his two companions, along with a group of Pokémon, sat around the campfire, enjoying the night view of Lake Big Pot while savoring the whole fish feast meticulously prepared by Master Bear.

Beside the Hakkarosaurus, three dwarf dragons, having just finished their meal, lay happily on the grass.

After enjoying the food cooked by Master Bear, they repeatedly lamented the hardships they had endured before.

Just then, Karl slowly walked up to them, squatted down, and said in a calm voice, "Come on, little guys, I'll take you back now."

The three mini-dragons looked at each other, and each saw the reluctance in the other's eyes. So the three little guys looked at Karl with pitiful eyes and cried out in unison.

Even without Espeon translating, Karl could understand what the three little guys were saying. Seeing this, he said helplessly, "You've been out for so long, your families will be worried."

Upon hearing this, the three dwarf dragons tilted their little heads in unison. They had never thought of this before, after all, they had never been so far from their nest.

"In short, I'll take you back first. If your parents agree, you can come to my place to play tomorrow, okay?" Karl earnestly persuaded.

Upon hearing Carl's words, the three mini-dragons knew that Carl was determined to send them back, so they reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Seeing the three little guys nod in agreement, Karl immediately took them onto the back of the Steel Raven and, led by the Hakron, flew towards the place where he had "found" the three little guys that morning.

Perhaps because the three little ones had never experienced flight before, during the flight, they peered out from the back of the armored raven at the Big Pot Lake under the night sky.

As we moved further and further from the shore, the shoreline was outlined by sparse lights into an irregular, dotted curve. A gentle breeze swept across the lake, and the reflection of the Milky Way shattered into tiny ripples.

Carl gazed silently at the tranquil night, a slight smile involuntarily curving his lips.

About ten minutes later, Hakron landed on a small island deep in the Great Pot Lake.

"Boo~ (This is it~)"

The dragon came to Karl's side, curled the three little creatures up with its tail, and carefully placed them on the ground.

Carl turned his head and looked around, but there was no trace of any Pokémon on the empty lake.

"Do you know the way home?" Karl crouched down and asked the three mini-dragons.

The three miniature dragons nodded, then gathered around Karl, nuzzling his trouser leg affectionately with their heads and letting out a few reluctant cries.

"Alright, alright, if you still want to eat something delicious, I'll have Dragonair wait for you here again tomorrow." Karl patted the heads of the three Dratini in turn. "Now you should go back now."

Upon hearing this, the three dwarf dragons gave Karl a deep look, as if trying to etch his face into their minds, before turning and leaping into the lake.

Just as Karl returned to his Steel Raven's back to leave, the three little guys that had just left rushed out of the lake again and returned to the shore of the island.

Seeing this, Carl frowned slightly. Before he could send Dragonair into the water to check the situation, a Pokémon that Carl was very familiar with rushed out of the lake.

"It's you again, Light Cod!" Carl's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

Seeing that the three little guys he had just teased were now under the protection of their elder (Hakuron), the light cod that burst out of the lake did not hesitate to dive back into the water.

Although the light cod usually roams freely in the Big Pot Lake, it knows very well when to cause trouble and when to turn tail and run.

"Hakron, bring it back to me!" Karl commanded decisively.

The instant Karl gave the command, Hakron immediately unleashed his divine speed, transforming into a blue streak and plunging into the lake.

As a bright light flashed beneath the lake's surface, Hakron's figure quickly emerged from the water.

The tip of the Hakkar's tail was tightly wrapped around the fleeing light cod, and it landed in front of Karl.

"Run! You think you're so fast?" Karlmo approached the Light Cod, fists clenched. "Hakuron, give me electricity!"

Upon hearing Carl's words, the light cod began to struggle violently, but no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free of Hakron's bindings.

As the crackling of electricity rang out, the body of the sika cod began to tremble violently.

Not long after, the body of the light cod suddenly shuddered violently, and the excess flesh on its sides detached from its body.

"Hey, there's an unexpected bonus." Karl raised his hand to signal Hakron to stop the electric shocks, then picked up the two lumps of flesh in his hands and weighed them in his hand before bursting into laughter: "Not bad, not bad, that's quite a lot!"

Just then, an orange figure suddenly fell from the sky. Carl turned his head and saw a Pokémon that was entirely orange, with a cream-colored belly, two long and thin antennae and a small horn on the top of its head, and a pair of small wings on its back.

This Pokémon is none other than Dragonite, a pseudo-legendary Pokémon that is said to be able to circle the Earth once in sixteen hours.

The moment Carl met Dragonite's gaze, he realized something was wrong.

The reason is simple: Carl's laughing out loud while holding the flabby flesh of the slender cod didn't make him seem like a good person, and Dragonite is a very kind Pokémon.

Just as Carl was about to have Corviknight suppress Dragonite and then explain things to it, the three little guys hiding at Carl's feet let out a soft cry in the direction of Dragonite.

Upon seeing the three Dratini at Carl's feet, Dragonite's expression immediately softened considerably.

But after the three little guys cried out a few times, the Dragonite's expression darkened again.

Without Hakuron translating, Karl could already guess what the three little guys were saying. They were saying that they had been "invited" by Hakuron to run away from home today, and that they wanted to come to Karl's camp to play tomorrow.

"Ahem, I can explain." Carl tried to salvage the situation, but Dragonite just glared at Carl before disappearing from his sight with the three Dratini.

"Sigh, my Little Pot Lake plan has failed." Carl said, glancing down at the two large pieces of fish in his hand, then turning to the two Pokémon beside him and saying, "Let's go, we'll be in for a treat tomorrow."

After Carl left, Dragonite reappeared near the island. It looked in the direction Carl had left, a hint of doubt in its eyes, before disappearing again.

Chapter 79 The Twin Stars of Daguo Lake (Please continue reading)

Early in the morning, Carl woke up from his sleep. As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he saw the three miniature dragons from yesterday waiting obediently beside Master Bear.

"Huh? What's going on?" Carl's mind immediately cleared the moment he saw the three Dratini.

"Hoo-hoo. (A Dragonite just brought them to the camp.)" Master Bear casually explained, "Hoo-hoo. (The Dragonite said it would come back tonight to pick up the three little guys.)"

Carl blinked. He had thought that given the Dragonite's attitude towards him last night, he probably wouldn't see the three little guys today. But to his surprise, the three little guys actually came to him on their own initiative.

When the three mini-dragons saw Carl walk out of the tent, they all came up to him and called out affectionately.

Carl crouched down and expertly patted the three little ones on the head: "Good morning, little ones."

Then Karl went to the Martial Arts Bear Master to check on the progress of breakfast. Afterwards, he took the three mini-dragons to the side and sat down. He took out the care tools he had prepared for the Dragonair and the others from his backpack, intending to take this opportunity to give the three little guys a set of scale care.

Just then, Nemo also came out of the tent. Upon seeing Karl, she immediately said, "Good morning, Karl."

"Good morning, Nemo," Carl replied without turning his head, his hands still busy. "Breakfast will be ready soon, go wash up."

After finishing breakfast, Carl began to put on his fishing gear, starting with a quick-drying sun-protective suit, and then he put on a swimming life jacket that could be inflated quickly over the sun-protective suit.

Finally, Carl put on the full-coverage helmet that could be used for both cycling and fishing, looked himself up and down, and nodded in satisfaction.

Piper, who was wearing a T-shirt and trousers, twitched the corner of his mouth. Is this the difference between a professional angler and a novice angler?

“Karl, I can understand you wearing a sun protection shirt and a life jacket,” Piper paused, “but why are you wearing a helmet while fishing?!”

“You don’t understand,” Karl said earnestly, opening the visor of his helmet. “Fishing is more than just fishing; you’ll understand later.”

"Alright, let's get going then," Pipa said listlessly.

Considering that bringing three miniature dragons to the fishing competition would be too conspicuous, Carl had the dragon bring the three little guys to join them shortly after the competition started.

When Carl and Piper arrived at the registration point for the fishing tournament, they both sighed as they looked at the throngs of people in front of them.

After squeezing through the crowd to complete the check-in and successfully receiving their race number plates, the two went to the preparation area to wait.

"Huh? This helmet?"

In the preparation area, a participant who had traveled all the way from the Hoenn region to participate in this fishing competition noticed the helmet on Carl's head. He squinted at it for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

The contestants in the preparation area were all drawn to the exclamation. When their eyes fell on Karl, who was sitting in the corner wearing a helmet, some thought Karl was a fisherman with quirks, while others recognized him.

To be more precise, they recognized Carl's helmet.

"It's him!"

Some unsuspecting contestants, seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of those around them, couldn't help but ask, "That person was just wearing a helmet, what's so surprising about that?"

“You must be a local from Padia, right?” A participant who knew of Carl’s “glorious” record looked him up and down, and then explained, “He is a ten-time champion of fishing competitions in the Kanto and Hoenn regions. That helmet is his most famous trademark.”

"Ten-time champion?"

The contestants began to whisper among themselves, realizing that winning ten titles in a fishing competition was far more difficult than battling in Pokémon.

The outcome of a Pokémon battle is determined by the strength of the two players, while winning a fishing tournament requires not only skill but also a certain amount of luck.

After all, which angler hasn't gone home empty-handed? Even if your skills are unparalleled, if the fish don't bite your bait, can you just jump in and catch them?

Noticing the frequent glances directed at Carl from the other competitors in the preparation area, Piper finally understood why Carl insisted on wearing a helmet during the competition.

'And she said I'd understand later…' Pipa thought to herself, 'She's clearly just trying to show off in front of others.'

Carl seemed to have noticed Piper's thoughts and turned to look at him.

When Piper noticed Karl turning his head to look at him, he stiffened slightly: "Haha, Karl, why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing," Karl said, looking away. "It's just that I feel like someone is secretly thinking about me."

"Hahaha, how could that be? You must be mistaken." Piper felt cold sweat breaking out on his back. Was this the keen senses unique to powerful trainers? It was terrifying.

Soon, as an announcement rang out in the preparation area, the participants stood up and headed towards the location of Daguo Lake with their fishing gear.

The process of a fishing competition is actually very simple: participants only need to fish within a designated area of ​​water and within a specified time.

After the time is up, the organizers will determine the rankings based on the participants' catch. Some organizers will use the weight of a single fish as the main reference, while others will use the total number of fish caught by the participants as the main reference.

After the competition started, a scene resembling "the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities" appeared by the Daguo Lake.

Some participants started arguing fiercely over fishing spots, while others chose to release their Pokémon to fish in deeper waters.

Carl even saw someone release a Slowpoke and use the special pheromone secreted from the tip of its tail to create a nest.

In short, in order to win the fishing competition, the anglers who came to participate used all sorts of methods, and Carl was no exception.

Immediately after the start of the match, Carl released Corviknight and flew with Piper toward the depths of the water.

About three minutes later, Karl commanded the Steel Raven to land on a small island in the lake.

After the Corviknight landed, Carl flipped over and landed directly on the ground, then flew quickly toward the fishing spot he had planned in the air.

After a series of skillful baiting maneuvers, Carl finally set up his fishing rod and got into fishing mode.

Meanwhile, in the waters not far from the island, a fish-shaped Pokémon that looks like sushi is emerging from the mouth of a Pokémon that resembles a catfish.

These two Pokémon are the "Twin Stars of Lake Dagos"—Ragnarok and Roaringale.

The moment the Rice Dragon emerged from the mouth of the Roaring Tyrant, it "tasted" a fragrance spreading in the water.

The rice dragon's eyes lit up. It glanced at its honest-looking little brother beside it, then burrowed back into its mouth and steered it toward the direction of the fragrance.

Chapter 80 A Successful Start and Nothing Gained (Please Read On)

Milion, a mimicry Pokémon, looks like a piece of sushi with sashimi on it, but in reality, the organ underneath that looks like a rice ball is its throat pouch.

Milotic is a weak but extremely cunning Pokémon that lives inside its "little brother," Groudon, and manipulates it to hunt.

Roaring Clam, a giant catfish Pokémon, has a light blue and dark blue body, a white belly, and a protrusion on its nose and back.

Although the Roaring Beast has a huge body and amazing strength, it is not very smart, so it will team up with the Mili Dragon to hunt and treat the Mili Dragon as its leader.

It is worth mentioning that the Milion often engage in fierce battles over the "dominance" of the Roaring King, which can be considered a kind of "territory grab".

As Milion "drove" the Chihouba towards the area where Karl had baited the fishing spot, Karl, completely unaware of this, was leisurely sitting in a folding chair, quietly enjoying his happy fishing time.

Suddenly, Carl noticed the float bobbing on the surface of the water. He tightened his grip on the fishing rod and immediately focused his attention.

Piper, who was sitting not far from Carl, also noticed the change in Carl's expression. Then he saw the fishing rod in Carl's hand suddenly bend.

"A fish took the bait so quickly?" Pipa muttered to himself, then turned to look at his float. Hmm, it wasn't moving.

As the pulling sensation in his hand intensified, Carl's expression grew excited: "Holy crap, the first shot is a behemoth!"

As Carl pulled, the large creature underwater seemed to have run out of strength, but Carl did not relax at all; instead, he became even more cautious.

As a ten-time fishing champion, Carl knows very well that in waters like Daguo Lake, where people fish year-round, the fish living there are very cunning. They often pretend to be exhausted, and then take advantage of the anglers' lapse in attention to break free.

If a novice were to encounter this situation for the first time, they might be dragged into the water along with their fishing rod, which is why Carl wears a life jacket.

As Carl began to tighten the fishing line, a tremendous force came through it. Carl had already positioned himself properly and loosened the line slightly to absorb some of the force.