Elf: Is the bear apprentice the weakest? I'll shatter the sky with my fists.

Just two simple words, yet they reveal full confidence.

As the young patriarch of the Yulong family, the last thing he has to worry about is money.

Even if things really don't work out, there is still a branch of the Yulong Family in Yuanzhu Town.

"That's good."

Li Chen nodded slightly and glanced around.

The folding screen with gold edges gleamed in the sunlight, porcelain with a warm glaze was placed on the sandalwood low table, and even the kimonos worn by the waiters were made of the finest silk!

Every detail silently revealed the luxury of this place; he could almost hear the sound of gold coins slipping out of the purse...

Alas, I have been traveling through time for so long but still haven’t worn any decent clothes.

Even when attending other people's parties, he wears ordinary, unremarkable casual clothes.

I always feel that I am the worst among the time travelers in the Li family.

Forget it, let’s not talk about it!

After sitting in the corner seat.

Yulongdu casually unfolded the menu and ordered several of the most expensive vegetarian dishes.

After the maid bowed and left, Li Chen suddenly folded his hands under his chin and looked around: "Du Sang, you know, this kind of place is often the best place to exchange information."

"Oh?" Yu Longdu paused for a moment, leaning forward with interest. "What do you mean?"

Li Chen glanced at the diners smoking around him and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any tobacco on you? Or could you lend me a light?"

Yulongdu understood and took out a box of exquisite matches from his arms.

The sandalwood box was engraved with the Yulong family crest. He gently pushed it with his fingertips, and the box slid across the polished table. "Fine sandalwood matches, take them and use them."

"......"

Use matches to light someone else's fire?

Never mind, there were no lighters in this era.

Li Chen touched his chin, still holding the matches, and walked to the table of diners who needed to light a fire.

The perfect distance between the two tables made the diners who were chatting loudly unaware of Li Chen's approach.

"Cha-"

With a slight sound, the sandalwood match drew an orange arc of light in the air.

Li Chen twisted his fingertips lightly, raising the dancing flame to the perfect height: "Sir, do you need a light?"

The diners who were smoking their pipes only then noticed the fire so close to them.

One of the middle-aged men with a mustache had his eyes lit up, turned his pipe between his fingers, and leaned forward slightly to get closer to the fire.

Li Chen handed over the match, and a few wisps of green smoke rose up, interweaving into a hazy mist between the carved beams and pillars.

The scent of sandalwood mixed with tobacco gradually spread, creating the perfect atmosphere for the subsequent conversation.

"Little brother, you don't look like a native of Johto?"

The man with a mustache took a deep puff of his pipe, squinted his eyes and looked at Li Chen, smoke slowly overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Li Chen naturally pulled over a round stool and sat down. "You have a very good eye. I'm from the Xicui area and am traveling around Chengdu with my friends."

He pointed at Yulongdu who was sipping tea not far away and said, "I heard there's a special dance performance here tonight. I wonder what it's about?"

"Hahaha!"

The man clapped his thigh and laughed, sparks flying from his pipe as he moved. "Brother, your timing is perfect!"

He lowered his voice and leaned closer, his voice mysterious. "Tonight is the grand day when the God of Gold and the God of Silver descend upon Yuanzhu Town once every ten years! The entire town has been preparing for this sacrifice for a full ten years!"

The diners around nodded in agreement. One of the elders stroked his long beard and added, "The bells in the bell tower have been polished ninety-nine times, waiting for the clear sound when the gods descend."

There was a pious light in his cloudy eyes.

A look of piety appeared on the faces of everyone present.

The God of Gold, Phoenix King, and the God of Silver, Lugia, have always been elusive. They only appear briefly every ten years during a special sacrificial dance at the Vermillion Dance Ground.

"Hearing what you said, I'm even more looking forward to tonight's grand occasion."

Li Chen took the opportunity to continue the conversation and, taking advantage of the lively atmosphere, led the topic to more details.

From the sacrificial process to the anecdotes in the town, his seemingly casual questions were filled with hidden meanings.

Before they knew it, dusk had enveloped Yuanzhu Town.

With only three hours left until the midnight sacrifice, the crowds on the street poured into the dance floor like a tide.

The lanterns lit up one after another, illuminating the entire dance floor like daylight.

At this much-anticipated moment——

"There's a fire! There's a fire in the bell tower!"

A shrill cry pierced the night sky.

Everyone looked back in panic, only to see that the bell tower on the west side of the town was already bursting into flames, dyeing half the sky a terrifying blood red.

Amidst the billowing smoke, three dark shadows could be vaguely seen moving through the fire...

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Chapter 439: Death of Eevee

Inside the Bell Tower, the Silver God Lugia has not yet arrived.

At this moment, it has been engulfed by thick smoke.

Amidst the billowing black smoke, the trapped wild Pokémon banged their heads against the door anxiously, but were heavily bounced back by a transparent barrier emitting a pink-purple glow.

"Bui--!" (Let's go! Get to the top floor! It's blocked here, but there might be a glimmer of hope at the top of the tower!)

The elegant Eevee from before suddenly stood up, pointing its front paws at the spiral staircase.

Its fluffy tail drew a firm trajectory in the firelight, and the other Pokémon immediately understood and turned around and ran towards the top of the tower.

Flames licked the wooden beams, and sparks rained down...

The fire-fearing trumpet bud huddled in the corner and shivered, but was protected by Lada, who was also afraid of the flames burning her fur.

At the front of the team, the Ibrahimovics are leading the way with difficulty.

The wooden stairs groaned under their feet, and the empty space at the top of the tower was the only ray of hope at this moment...

Crunch...

The flames on the bottom floor climbed up along the pillars like living things. Wherever they passed, the wooden steps collapsed and the scorching air waves scorched the air and distorted it.

The Pokémon in the team were already showing signs of fatigue, their tongues drooping and their fur dull.

What's worse is that there isn't a single Water Pokémon among these refugees.

"Buey..."

The graceful Eevee breathed hard and suddenly stopped.

It looked back at the passage distorted by the heat wave, and a hint of determination flashed in its brown eyes!

"Boy!"

With a clear cry, a dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from its body.

The sky above the tower was instantly covered with dark clouds, and fine raindrops penetrated the burning dome and fell down.

This weak rain was just a drop in the bucket for the raging fire, but it was life-saving nectar for the thirsty companions.

"Buyi!!" (Let's go!)

The hot-tempered leader, Eevee, called out anxiously from the front of the team, his brown mane dancing wildly in the firelight.

"Booey." (Don't worry about me, I'll be there soon.)

In the rain, Ibrahimovic still maintains his elegant posture.

It tilted its head slightly, raised a heartbreaking smile at the corner of its mouth, and signaled its companions with its eyes to keep moving forward.

Tiny raindrops fell on its gradually darkening fur, reflecting star-like light.

Behind it, the flames had already licked the last step...

"Bui..." (I've reached my limit...)

Eevee's eyelids slowly drooped, and its body was gradually engulfed by the flames, but the gentle blue light never dissipated.

Though I die, my grace remains.

......

......

Wow...

The rain outside the tower suddenly became heavier, and raindrops as big as beans hit the charred wooden beams, as if the sky was also crying for this sacrifice.

"Booey!!!"

Ibrahimovic's heart-wrenching wail pierced the fire.

The crystal tears were evaporated by the high temperature as soon as they overflowed from its eyes, but it did not dare to look back. It could only desperately wave its front paws to chop open the rubble that blocked its way.

Every Pokémon gritted their teeth.

Rada used his teeth to bite through the wooden planks blocking the road, and Golbat used his own skills to cut through many insurmountable obstacles...

Survival is the only thought in their minds.

But the bell tower is too high.

The blazing tongues of fire continued to climb upwards.

The Pokémon were already exhausted from fighting the fire, clearing the way, and even fleeing.

Despite the heavy rain, they were still covered with shocking burn marks...

"Buey..."

Eevee, who was protected in the center by his companions, suddenly stumbled and fell to his knees on the charred ground with his front paws weakly.

It trembled and tried to stand up, but could only whimper in pain.

"Boy!"

Seeing this, the team leader Eevee, who was directing the way, immediately handed over the command to Golbat beside him.

It jumped down from a height without hesitation and accurately grabbed its brother's neck in the thick smoke.

however.

When it saw the situation clearly, its pupils suddenly constricted.

Little Eevee's hind legs were scratched by sharp debris, and the bright red blood mixed with rainwater left glaring marks on the charred ground.

The leader Eevee stretched out his claws tremblingly, but he didn't dare to touch the wound, and could only let out a low moan of pain.

"Buyi..." (Brother...you guys should go quickly...)

The little Eevee raised his head with difficulty, and his pink tongue gently licked the leader Eevee's cheek which was stained black by soot.

Its breathing became weaker and weaker, but it still forced a soothing smile.

"Buyi!!" (No! My second brother is gone, I can't lose you again!)

Team leader Ibrahimovic let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the sound echoed in the fire for a long time.

It bit its brother's neck tightly, and its hot tears mixed with raindrops fell to the ground.

The scene of my second brother dying in the fire kept flashing back in my mind.

It could only watch its closest family disappear in the flames...

Anger, regret, unwillingness...