True Face of a Great Family

Aoki frowned upon hearing his words, which was a very rude behavior, especially for those experienced breeders.

Each breeder has their own experiments and formulas that are entirely unique. A rash inquiry like this already invades a breeder's privacy. If it were a more powerful person, they might have turned hostile immediately.

"Grandpa!!" Aoki didn't speak, but Whitney beside him was the first to shout.

She was no naive child—she understood how rude her grandfather's question was. Furthermore, Aoki was a friend she had brought home, and yet he was being interrogated by her grandfather.

Whitney's grandfather ignored her and simply stared at Aoki with piercing eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Humph! Grandpa! I'm ignoring you!" Seeing that her grandfather ignored her completely, Whitney snorted angrily and crossed her arms.

Aoki met the old man's gaze without hesitation, his expression unwavering.

This is the weakness of civilian trainers. In the face of a powerful family, there is no equal standing. Even an intermediate trainer is only slightly above a regular trainer. It's just a small difference.

"I developed it myself." Aoki's voice was cool.

Anyone would feel angry under such treatment, but the old man wasn't offended.

He looked straight at Aoki, as if memorizing him entirely.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, when people grow old, they tend to ask pointless questions. Don't mind, young man." The old man suddenly burst into laughter, his demeanor shifting from sharp to a kind, grandfatherly figure.

Seeing his shift in attitude, Aoki couldn't help but sneer internally, though his expression remained impassive. Even though the old man apologized, Aoki understood his real intentions.

"Cough, cough, um, my name is Hawad, the current gym leader in Manjin City, and Whitney's grandfather."

Hawad cleared his throat, breaking the awkwardness. For a person of his age, there was no scene he hadn't witnessed.

"I'm aware of the deal between Whitney and you. I've seen that kind of intermediate Pokeblock. It's quite effective for our Miltank. After consuming it, our Miltank's milk production increased by thirty percent," he continued, expressing genuine admiration. Even he was surprised by the power of Aoki's Pokeblocks. It was the first time he had encountered one that could specifically enhance a Pokémon's milk production.

"I want to know if you are willing to sell the formula. I am willing to pay 30 million League Coins for it!" Hawad declared, getting straight to the point.

Thirty million League Coins!

For civilian trainers who haven't seen much of the world, this was a huge sum. With this money, they could cultivate Pokémon and perhaps even rise to the level of elite trainer if they participated in missions for the League. Though the road would be difficult, it would give them the chance to change their fate.

Aoki shook his head immediately. While thirty million was a lot of money, he knew that over time, he would earn far more than that. He wasn't desperate for it, especially considering his current assets, which totaled much more than thirty million.

Hawad was surprised by Aoki's quick rejection. He knew that thirty million was a massive amount for civilians.

But what could he do? He couldn't force Aoki to sell. If no one knew about it, then fine, but if word spread, the League would certainly get involved.

After a brief pause, Hawad spoke again. "Well then, no matter how many Pokeblocks you make in the future, we'll buy them all. We'll offer you 120 League Coins per Pokeblock."

They had top-tier Miltanks in their family, which needed a lot of Pokeblocks every day. The milk produced was more valuable, particularly targeted at high-end consumers. Regular Miltank milk on the market couldn't compare to the quality they produced.

The profits from this arrangement were much greater than the simple twenty League Coins, and Hawad was a seasoned businessman.

"I also want a training manual for Miltank," Aoki added.

For Pokémon like Miltank, no one knew better than Hawad's family how to cultivate them. They had extensive research in every area of Miltank care. While the basic training methods weren't the most precious, they were still far superior to Aoki's own trial-and-error approach.

Normally, Aoki wouldn't have asked for such a thing directly, but since the other party had offered a deal, he felt it was only fair to ask.

When dealing with big families, there are often too many things to consider. Even a civilian like Aoki, who seemingly has no backing, doesn't act rashly. If a peaceful resolution is possible, violence is never the first choice.

As long as it didn't touch any fundamental interests.

"Okay!" Hawad agreed to the request immediately without hesitation.

It was just a simple training manual, and Aoki wasn't asking for any major secrets.

"Hmph! Okay? Are you happy now? Are you done talking? Aoki, let's go!" At that moment, Whitney jumped up and pulled Aoki away.

Aoki didn't resist and simply followed her out. He saw through the old man's act. People like him were all over the League, wielding significant influence. They were the ones who rotted the League from within.

After Aoki and Whitney left the study, Li Bo walked in and quietly asked Hawad, "Master, does it matter?"

Hawad suppressed his smile and pulled a detailed document from the drawer. If Aoki had been there, he would have recognized it as a full report on his Alliance status. It had been gathered in just one afternoon.

"It's just small change, but this kid has something. Young people in the League are becoming increasingly incredible. Like that boy from the Yulong family, and this one just now, they must be hiding something. But with our power, we can't uncover their real information. It's better not to push too far," Hawad said, looking at Aoki's League information, sighing as he spoke.