Capture

Lance looked at Rope, who had just gone out for a short while and immediately came back, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What did you just go out for? I'm telling you, I'm not done talking yet! You made things so risky..."

Rope just sat on the couch listening to Lance chant for another ten minutes or so.

The sun was shining outside the window, a Pidgey was singing in the trees, and Rope was looking at Lance against the light, unable to see Lance's expression, but it was as if he saw the holy light lingering on the guy.

Lance looked at Rope's odd eyes, also finally stopped his mouth. Holding up the tea cup, he took a sip. The berry floating at the mouth of that cup was also quite bright red and bright.

Ever since the night of the New Year's Eve when he and Clair had certain great events regarding the inheritance.

This body of his was also getting worse by the day.

Speaking of which Lance really wasn't young anymore. Back then, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he had made a name for himself in Kanto, and the so-called hunters and villains couldn't wait to hide in place after hearing the name of the Dragon Envoy, holding their breaths and just hoping that they would remain undetected.

It was just a pity that in the end they still fell one by one.

The current Champion Lance was already close to thirty years old.

At this age, an ordinary person would probably have gotten married and had children, and at this time of the year, in this weather, he was staying with his own family to go to the safe zone outside the city to have a picnic.

With a Pokémon by your side, it's convenient, but at the same time, it's also a lot more flavorful.

Of course, living a mediocre life and being busy with one's livelihood is also another way of living.

If you think about it... Rope would be studying or looking for a job at his age in the original world. After that, he'd probably run into a cute or not so cute girl. Living a life that he likes or doesn't like.

Of course, at the end of the day, you'll be able to live the life you wanted to live. People like Rope... there are many, many opportunities for trial and error. Even in middle age, if you don't like it anymore, it's just a push to start over.

When you think about it, the original world was good. But the original world wasn't good either.

Rope's thoughts had drifted off into the void that was nowhere to be found. I wondered where the tentacles of thought would, in the next moment, probe.

Lance also collected his resentment. After all, something like resentment wouldn't solve the problem.

"So what exactly did you just do?"

Lance asked as he too collected himself before opening his mouth.

Rope shrugged, glanced at Hoopa beside himself, and smiled, "It wasn't much of a big deal, just went and collected a Pokémon."

A Pokémon, huh?...

Lance nodded, not really surprised by this, after all, the situation of going like this might still be strange in Rope's case, but if it was a normal trainer then these were just minor things.

And just as Lance was thinking that...

The Pokéball at Rope's waist suddenly released a powerful aura.

Lance's elves flocked to Lance's side almost instantly. Vigilantly looking at Rope.

Of course, what they were alert to was not Rope, but the Master Ball at Rope's waist and the genie inside.

Rope's waist had a purplish-red smoke that began to spread out, giving people an ominous feeling just by looking at it.

Lance had just seen a similar picture of smoke.

But that was more of a cloudy sky than smoke. And the owner of that cloudy sky was the great god of ancient times that Rope had told about. The Eternatus who had plunged the entire Galar region into fear thousands of years ago...

"So... the Pokémon you went to take in, was it Eternatus???"

Lance was on the verge of suppressing the spasm at the corners of his mouth.

Rope just smiled and nodded...

"Yeah, it's Eternatus, why else would I have to go on a personal trip?"

Rope's smile looked human and harmless. But in reality, this guy looked at Lance's out-of-control appearance, and was now deadening the little monster in the bottom of his heart that was ready to pounce out, laughing maniacally and ready to point at Lance's nose and laugh at him, preventing him from having the slightest possibility of coming out and making waves.

After all, the key now was to keep a low profile. Can't irritate Lance anymore, or else this guy would really be overstimulated and kick himself out which wouldn't be very good either.

But looking at the shocked expression on Lance's face, Rope's smile was really getting wider and wider, and just a little bit closer, it was going to be impossible to suppress it.

So he could only just hurriedly change the topic.

"Lance, is there any other news coming from the merchants over there?"

Hearing Rope's question, so Lance looked back at Rope and first sighed softly, waving his hand for his Pokémon to all do what they should.

"There's no news yet, but I think there should be no more serious problems over there. After all, as long as this keeps happening and doesn't expand, they'll no longer be a stumbling block against our moves. There's even the possibility of them becoming a boost to our plans to move forward."

Rope nodded as well when he heard this. In fact, what was destroyed this time was only some industries, and those who were killed were only some people who weren't very important. After all, those who were really big were avoiding getting their hands dirty as much as possible.

However, when Rope informed Mewtwo that they were making plans, he had passed that 'permission to kill high-ranking people'.

In other words, if any important figures died, it was in Rope's expectations, and if they didn't, it was just a matter of the Pokémon giving face.

"All kinds of riots are breaking out all over the place, you just won't get any results by asking now, so why don't we wait until we get the news afterward to discuss this."

Lance tapped his chin, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

Rope nodded, knowing that was the case, and simply prepared to say goodbye to Lance.

But before he could say anything, Lance knew just by the slight lift of his right hand what the guy was thinking. So he immediately raised his hand up and interrupted this guy.

"Don't leave in a hurry, let's discuss how you plan to deal with Galar first."

"What how to deal with Galar's matter? What else is going on with Galar?"

Rope's eyes were wide and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled in a droll expression.

Lance was three parts helpless, three parts despondent, and the remaining four parts a desire to beat him up violently as he looked like he was clearly trying to play dumb.

"You know, the Galar thing was something their own president Rose messed up. So Rose must have received punishment, even if you controlled the news before, the people in the League who know about it still won't allow such a guy to continue to serve as the President of the League."

Lance spoke seriously and earnestly. The key was the attitude that really said it was low and bitter.

Rope even heard a few requests in there.

It wasn't that this matter had to be handled by Rope. Rather, no matter who it was, Rope needed to be allowed to comment on the handling of this matter.

Because the person who had cleaned up the situation...was Rope.

In a sense, Rope already had the right to decide who would be the Galar Regional League President in the end.

If Rope wanted to take this opportunity to develop his own power, then he only needed to promote a certain person who had surrendered to him during this period of time, which wasn't a big operation at all.

And Lance's request now. Obviously not requesting Rope to make this decision.

So Rope was silent for a moment.

"I won't pay attention to this matter. This matter will be resolved by the people of Galar League themselves, and it has nothing to do with me."

With Rope's words, Lance also sent a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid that Rope's power was too large, but he was worried that because of Rope's behavior, the democratic process that the League had spent dozens or hundreds of years shaping had all become a sham.

He didn't want the person who destroyed the democratic process to be his closest friend.

Rope watched Lance's show of sending a sigh of relief for a few moments, and really, he didn't care much for any of this stuff himself. No matter who it was, as long as they weren't in their own way, then they could all befriend each other, or they could just stay out of each other's way.

But if it got in one's way, then Chairman Rose was an example in itself.

Furthermore...

"Lance, do you really think there's anyone else to choose from for the League President this time?"

Rope sighed softly as well.

"If Macro Cosmos doesn't go down, then even if the champions change three or five times, the League's president will still be Rose. even if Rose goes down this time, it will inevitably still be Macro Cosmos, or someone from the Marc Lomond family taking over."

"The Galar region is governed more by plutocrats than by the League."

Rope said this with equal seriousness. He'd never considered the politics of the League to be democratic in the true sense of the word.

He was full of checks and balances and deals from the stereotypical families.

For example, right now in front of him sat the heir to the largest dragon family in the Sekido and Joto regions.

Lorelei, on the other hand, essentially represents the Sevii Islands, and more critically, Lorelei is backed by a number of upstart clans. Though she is now essentially free of these people's influence on her own. No matter what, though, there's always something to be concerned about, even if it's unknowingly to their benefit.

Granny Agatha represents the older generation of the Kanto family, ancient, mysterious, and always with an air of corruption. Rope doesn't hate Granny Agatha, because Granny is really good to him. But he hated the families behind his mother-in-law. They are literally shackles to the progress of the times.

This Bruno guy seems to represent the true grassroots, but in reality he represents another big organization that existed before the rise of the League.

The martial artists.

Even today, martial artists are still active in League, whether it's the Elite Four, Gym Leaders or other trainers. When they see each other, it only takes a few words for them to get to know each other as if they've been friends for years.

They are united and truly powerful. Loose but not loose.

As for the psychics in contrast...they had very little contact with each other. But even so, the loose organization of the psychic's wouldn't dare anyone to disregard them even if they didn't exist.

Just think of the Psychic Gym Leaders or Psychic-type Elite Four that exist in almost every region.

The Elite Four champions of the various regions of the League, seemingly unconnected, can actually have a relationship with each other that can really be described as, at once, complicated and distracting.

It's intricate and intertwined with each other. It was like a huge net. If one did not join them, then one could never break through the bonds of this past.

Because only by being the same spider can one walk on the web.

Even a bird could become food for a spider.

Thinking about this, Rope suddenly had the feeling that League would face another crisis if possible. But he quickly put that thought aside.

For one thing, such a situation wouldn't threaten the humans as a group at all. For whether in the end the bugs broke through the web, or the spiders killed the bugs. The ones who survived would still be humans.

Secondly...Rope himself is a spider. As a vested interest, he might open a path for the bugs underneath, but he would never rush to tear the web apart himself.

Thirdly. Not all chess games can be broken by lifting the table. The relationship between Pokémon and humans can be broken by lifting the table. It was because the conflict between Pokémon and humans had already intensified to a certain extent. But the conflict between humans and humans isn't even on the bud right now.

If Rope gave his life to tear the net apart. There might even be worms underneath that would come and spit on Rope.

How kind the lords are! And you rise up against the lords! Bah! You ungrateful dog!

Rope won't do such a thankless thing.

Thinking about it, Rope began to lose interest.

It's better to do this kind of thing than not to do it, so Rope didn't even think about it.

After saying goodbye to Lance, Rope left the place and went back to his room to wait for news.

Lance thought about it for a while and couldn't figure out what the hell Rope's suddenly low mood was at the end of the day. But soon Lance didn't think much about it.

There were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. Then there were some things about Rope that none of them could do much to help.

But out of concern for Rope, Lance dialed a number and explained what was going on here.

So Rope, who was sunbathing in the yard of his house, soon received a call from Cynthia.

So he smiled and picked it up.

"I hear you're not very happy?"

Cynthia on the other end of the phone asked with a light smile.

As soon as Rope heard it, he also knew that it was that Lance guy who told on him. But since Lance was ultimately concerned about private matters, there was honestly not much else to say.

After briefly explaining his own thinking, Rope said: ''Well, you don't have to worry too much, I know all these things. It's ultimately too early to be concerned about such things.

"It's good that you understand. I also know what you think, so I won't say anything more."

"I'll support you no matter what you do."

So Rope who heard that smiled and looked at the slanting sunset, at the flaming clouds and the golden light in the sky.

"That's enough."