Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

There are very few Pokémon eggs outside the black market, and even fewer high-quality Pokémon that can be obtained. It is not enough for Feng to train himself or to improve the strength of Aegisblade.

The cleansing incense that Huan Yao gave Feng was almost used up, and he needed to find a way to replenish it. The Alliance store didn't have it, the Hunter Association's exchange list didn't have it, and the simple stores outside the black market didn't have it either. Feng could only hope for something inside the black market.

If that doesn't work, you'll have to ask Nishikawa Aoi for help.

Incense items in the real world are not permanent like those in games. Instead, they are consumables that consume a portion each time they are used.

Moreover, because Feng was not skilled in using it at the beginning, he wasted some of it, and now it is not enough for the Shield Sword Monster to use it for long.

"Inner circle qualification?"

Nishikawa Aoi thought for a moment, then readily agreed: "Okay, leave this matter to me, your Excellency, please rest assured."

"Sir Sword Demon, could you please take me out? I don't have any Pokémon that can fight anymore."

There was a hint of politeness and request in Nishikawa Aoi's voice, as well as a softness that she herself didn't even notice. She was completely different from Deacon Lei who had ignored Feng in the black market before.

"Well, you bandage the wound first, and we'll leave here immediately."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Nishikawa Aoi showed gratitude on her face.

Although there are still many profits from the Joker, Feng no longer has time to take them.

According to the information he had obtained through torture before, this team of investigators also included an investigator and a logistics team.

The scout had been with Captain Shinji, but had just been killed by the aftermath of the battle and was now with him. The logistics team was currently waiting outside the cave, but the specific location was unknown to the investigators questioned by Feng.

Their Pokémon are not very powerful in combat and tend to be auxiliary types. They are mainly responsible for post-war work, such as treating the wounded, cleaning up the scene, providing equipment, etc.

There is also a liaison officer in the logistics team who keeps in touch with Captain Shinji every once in a while to follow up on the progress of the mission.

Once the mission is completed, the logistics team will enter the battlefield to carry out work, or if communication is interrupted, the liaison officer will immediately request assistance from superiors.

At this time, Feng guessed that a new team of investigators was on the way, so he had to retreat quickly, otherwise he would be surrounded and killed.

but……

There is also an art of retreat.

The key is to prevent the other party from chasing you. It is best to make the other party dare not chase you, or have no energy to chase you.

To do this, Feng happened to have some materials on hand.

For example, before leaving, you can bury some high-explosive bombs purchased on the black market to give subsequent coalition forces some "surprises."

Although the power of a single bomb is not as strong as Team Ginga's Galaxy Bomb, it is larger in number and has more than enough killing power, equivalent to the Big Bang used by a quasi-king-level Pokémon.

Moreover, the bomb is right below Captain Shinji's body. As long as someone goes to check it out, the bomb will explode when it senses a certain weight change.

……

After Feng asked Yueyue Xiong to bury the bomb, Nishikawa Aoi also completed the treatment.

In order to reassure Feng, Nishikawa Aoi took back Raichu and Roentgen Cat, but did not treat them. Instead, he only bandaged and treated his own wounds.

But her physique was obviously no match for the Pokémon, and she still looked very weak.

"Hey, let's go."

Seeing her, Feng waved to her.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Aoi Nishikawa slowly caught up, dragging her injured leg, and walked towards the cave entrance side by side with Feng.

At this time, Nishikawa Aoi's arms and thighs were wrapped in bandages, but she still walked with pauses. The two of them walked very slowly, and Feng had to slow down.

The two passed by an ice sculpture of a clown, the remains of a tiger, and investigators who had died in various ways...

The cave was silent, and all the surviving elves hid, fearing that they would be caught up in the fight between humans.

After leaving this "paradise", the two entered a dark and narrow cave.

Feng walked in front with a torch, and Nishikawa Aoi hobbled behind with the walking stick that Feng kindly gave her. The road in the cave was uneven, and there were often bumpy stones that could trip people, so they needed to be extra careful when walking.

Feng was not worried at all that Nishikawa Aoi would launch a sneak attack or backstab him, because he had searched her body thoroughly and found no weapons left behind. Even if she pulled out a sharp weapon from nowhere, if it could break Feng's defense, he would lose.

Walking back along the way he came, Feng's thoughts drifted far away.

From Hoenn to Sinnoh, how many "wars" have I experienced?

It seemed that there were only a few games in total, but Feng always felt that he had become accustomed to this kind of environment, blood, conspiracy, assassination, and wealth.

These seem to be repetitive processes. My own strength is constantly improving in this process. The team is gradually taking shape, with many generals gathering and the young players having a promising future.

And there will be more fights in the future, because he needs to obtain more high-quality Pokémon to improve the strength of Shieldsword, and he needs more wealth to be converted into strength.

"Ouch!"

Nishikawa Aoi's cry of pain interrupted Feng's thoughts.

Looking back, I saw her falling to the ground, frowning in pain. Her already injured right leg began to bleed again, staining the bandage that had just been tied red.

"Can you still walk?" Feng asked.

Feng just asked this question casually, but it sounded like thunder in Nishikawa Aoi's ears, causing a panic expression on her face. She mistakenly thought that Feng thought she was a burden and wanted to abandon her.

When life and death are in the hands of someone else, any tiny action of the other person will be magnified infinitely and cause tension.

"Don't leave me, I can still walk... I can still walk..."

As she spoke, she tried to stand up despite the pain, but she failed several times. Her clothes were already covered in mud, and her blood kept dripping onto the ground.

But her luck seemed to be very bad.

As luck would have it, at this moment, a "creaking" sound was heard from the fork in the road on the other side of the cave. A huge scorpion, swinging its two large pincers, appeared at the entrance of the cave. The sound just now was the sound of its pincers opening and closing.

"Dragon...Dragon King Scorpion!" Nishikawa Aoi said in a trembling voice.

In the past, she would definitely not be afraid of the Pokémon in front of her. A random 100,000-volt shot from Roentgen could turn the opponent into a roasted scorpion.

If you are interested, you can even capture it and use it as a mount or something.

But now, she had no Pokémon that could fight, and her leg was injured so she couldn't escape.

If I don't do something, I can only watch myself being pinched in half and become a meal for the Dragon King Scorpion...

She cast her gaze at Feng, who was leaning against the rock with his arms folded, her eyes a mixture of pleading and hope.

It is hard to imagine that the previously majestic, elegant and noble Deacon Lei has now become a pitiful and weak woman.