Mind Master of the Elf World

Chapter 22 I, Gastly, am the God of Urban Combat!

Chapter 22 I, Gastly, am the God of Urban Combat!
"Reporting the incident to the police was the right choice. If you encounter a similar situation again in the future, please trust our Alliance Police Department."

Outside the Kanaz Police Station, Officer Jenny spoke to Jinghe and Daigo, who had just finished giving their statements, with a serious expression before turning and walking into the house.

Jinghe and Dawu exchanged a glance.

They couldn't help but recall what had happened before.

At that time, the Flame-Breathing Cameroon's "Flame Jet" was already ready to be unleashed, and the strength it displayed was clearly greater than that of Daigo's MetalGreymon.

In addition to the elemental advantage and the narrow alleyway at the time, once the attack broke out, there was almost no way to avoid it.

Fortunately, Officer Jenny appeared in time and scared the other party away.

"Thank you, Teacher Jinghe."

Daigo expressed his sincere gratitude.

At first, he felt that Jinghe's choice to call the police was a bit inappropriate, since, given the circumstances, by the time Miss Officer Jenny and the others arrived, the robbers would have already disappeared.

Looking back now, Jinghe's decision to call the police was incredibly wise.

Jing He waved his hand thoughtfully.

The two left together.

The neon lights on the street still shine, bustling about the prosperity of Kanaz City. But if you look closely, you'll find that behind these dazzling neon lights, there are always one or two dark alleys that seem to stretch endlessly, as if they are quietly telling the secrets behind this prosperity.

"Teacher, do you know them?"

After walking for a while, Daigo couldn't help but ask.

Jing He kept walking, carrying a bag of energy cubes she had bought earlier. Her eyes swept back and forth across the street, as if searching for something, while she asked in return:
Aren't you surprised?

"Huh?" Daigo asked, puzzled.

Jinghe's eyes lit up as she finally found her target. She crossed the road where the traffic was not heavy and arrived at the entrance of a restaurant that did not look very conspicuous.

Then he continued:
"Dark-type Mightyena, Fire/Ground-type Camerupt, and Zangoose, known for its speed."

"You mean..." Daigo gradually realized.

MetalGreymon, being a Steel/Psychic-type Pokémon, is weak to Dark, Fire, and Ground types.
Moreover, the narrow alleyway is definitely not a good place for MetalGreymon to perform. It will make MetalGreymon, which is not agile enough to begin with, even more sluggish. It may not even have the space to summon a second Pokémon.

Just as Daigo was pondering, Jinghe had already lifted the curtain of the restaurant and walked in.

Inside the shop, a middle-aged man dressed in a chef's uniform greeted him with a smile upon seeing him.

"Hey, Jinghe, the usual?"

Jinghe glanced sideways at Daiwu, who had followed her in.

"Add two more servings."

"okay!"

The two then walked to the back of the small shop, where there were small cubicles separated by curtains. They found an empty cubicle and crouched down inside.

Only after Jinghe was seated did Daiwu impatiently ask, "Were those people actually targeting me?"

Jing He shrugged, not answering, but instead said:

"The pork cutlet rice at this restaurant is quite delicious, and the owner is also very skilled at frying tempura."

"Kou Jie——"

Gastly emerged from Jinghe's clothes, its misty hand seemingly carrying a fork it had somehow acquired, its face full of eager anticipation.

Dinner time was long over, and with the battle in the alley, it was now starving, its stomach practically touching its back, and it felt like it could eat a Tauros whole!

"But why? What is their purpose?" Daigo asked again.

But what responded to him was Jing He's eyes, calm as a still pond, subtly rippling yet utterly serene.

Daigo's words came to an abrupt halt.

"Here it is, your pork cutlet rice bowl and tempura!"

Just then, the owner broke the brief silence by bringing out a plate of fragrant food.

Five set meals in total!

The steaming aroma instantly filled the small cubicle.

"Kou Jie!"

After the boss left, Gastly's eyes lit up, and drool was practically dripping from the corners of its mouth. With a shout, it immediately began skillfully sweeping the food with its fork.

Jinghe also started eating.

After taking a few bites, he noticed that Daigo hadn't touched it and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you like it?"

“No, no.”

Daigo, who had been looking serious, snapped out of his daze and hurriedly said no, while also picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat. It wasn't just Jinghe and Gastly who hadn't eaten dinner.

However, his eating manners were undoubtedly much more refined than Jinghe's and Guisi's.

By the time Jinghe finished one serving, Gastly had almost finished its third. To his surprise, Daigo also finished his serving very quickly and cleanly.

He showed absolutely no "awareness" of being the young master of the Devon company, and even neatly placed his chopsticks on the plate after finishing his meal.

"belch--"

Gastly let out a long burp, lay limply on the cushion, its eyes turning into waves, looking utterly satisfied.

"The taste is indeed very good."

Daigo seemed to have snapped out of his previous obsession with a particular issue and couldn't help but praise him.

The fact that he praised the food speaks volumes about the restaurant owner's culinary skills.

Then he looked at Gastly lying beside him and said solemnly, "Thank you for tonight, Gastly."

If Gastly hadn't repeatedly pierced through walls to assess the situation, and even knocked out a few people, they wouldn't have had such an easy time today.

"Ku-Ku Jie?"

The Gastly on the cushion was startled.

I was thanked?
This was the first time it had received thanks from someone other than Jing He, and it felt strangely embarrassed.
"Kouhee, kouhee!"

Gastly trailed its black mist, whether out of shyness or smugness, it was hard to tell.

I, Gastly, am the god of urban warfare!
Gastly: ()
They both laughed at the same time.

"Teacher, I've done some analysis."

After laughing, Daigo looked at Jinghe again with a serious expression.

"First of all, that group of people were probably after me, but I haven't offended anyone before, so I guess it's probably because of the surname Zvoich, or maybe it's just German."

"Apart from that Camerupt, none of the group's Pokémon were particularly strong, but they knew a great deal about my situation."

He belatedly realized that Jinghe's earlier silence was to give him time to think.

Moreover, from Daigo's perspective, Jinghe was completely forced into this incident. Compared to Jinghe, as the one being targeted, he should know more information and should know who the enemy is.

In fact, his analysis was quite logical.

The final conclusion is that the group that designed him most likely had a conflict with Devon Corporation, but who exactly they were cannot be determined with just this much information.

"Very good." Jing He stood up with a smile and patted Dai Wu on the shoulder.

"Steven, you are very talented. You have a deep understanding of Pokémon, people, and even all kinds of stones. This will make you outstanding whether you are a trainer, the heir to Devon Corporation, or a stone collector."

He held onto the door frame with one hand and lifted the curtain with the other as he walked out.

His praise undoubtedly surprised Daigo greatly.

"But you don't know yourself well enough."

'You don't realize how good you can be, good enough to perfectly embody the roles of top trainer, Devon successor, and stone collector simultaneously, instead of making choices amidst confusion and hesitation.'

Jinghe didn't say this aloud, because it was still a long way off for Daiwu at the moment.

After Jinghe and Gastly left, Daigo sat quietly in his seat for a long time.

"call--"

Daigo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air from his chest, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"Don't you understand yourself enough?"

He had a vague feeling that he should be able to better "understand" himself through Jing He.

Of course, that's something for the future; it can't be accomplished overnight.

Step out of the cubicle.

'However, I should thank Teacher Jinghe properly for tonight's events, and also for the Metal Monster incident before.'

But how should I express my gratitude?
money?

Daigo immediately shook his head.

No, he shouldn't measure this help by 'worldly standards'.