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It's going to help look after the store.
And at this time, it's time for those gods to get out of school.
Wait a minute, Aunt Jenn and the others are going to cook too.
Evan didn't care either, his eyes fell on Charmeleon.
"Charmeleon, are you down?"
"These two Gardevoir have finished evolving."
"Now you are the only one who has not completed your final evolution."
Looking at the Charmeleon in front of him, Evan said with a smile.
Charmeleon is no longer weak now.
It has reached an advanced level.
Pikachu has even exceeded the advanced level and reached Peak level.
As for Pidgeot, it's still the same.
Although its strength has improved a lot, it still hasn't broken through to quasi-Elite.
This guy definitely plays around with Pidgey too much.
Shiny Lurantis's strength has also begun to improve as it grinds.
Although it is the latest to be trained, its strength improves the fastest.
It's just one step away from becoming an Elite.
Charmeleon felt a little embarrassed when it heard Evan say this.
It also wants to evolve, but it's not time yet.
There's no strong urge or feeling.
If there were, it would have evolved long ago.
After addressing Charmeleon, Evan looked at Pidgeot.
He complained directly.
"Why haven't you reached Elite yet?"
Listening to Evan, Pidgeot's entire Pokémon demeanor drooped.
You can't blame it for the lack of focus; blame Pidgey for being too clingy.
"Pidg!"
When Evan heard this, he immediately glared at it.
"Gardevoir."
"Train it hard from now on."
"In one week, I want to see a breakthrough."
"If you can't break through, you're out of the team."
"Even the laziest trainers don't have Pokémon as laid-back as you!!"
Pidgeot was utterly puzzled.
What else could it say?
It just had to obey.
Feeling helpless, Pidgeot didn't dare to argue.
Evan was genuinely upset.
After sorting out these issues, Evan looked at Gardevoir.
"Gardevoir, you should be about to break through."
"If you need help, just ask."
Evan's attitude toward Pidgeot and Gardevoir was vastly different.
Not only was it different, but he even had double standards.
When Pidgeot saw this, it couldn't help but grumble internally.
This trainer is truly unfair.
None of Evan's Pokémon required much oversight.
They could grow stronger on their own, which was convenient.
However, Evan wasn't entirely satisfied.
He believed strict training and guidance were essential.
After Evan left, Gardevoir and Gallade turned their attention to Pidgeot.
"Whap!"
The next moment, before Pidgeot could react, Gardevoir had pinned it down.
"Gar-de-voir!"
You're embarrassing us!
Sister Gardevoir was clearly displeased.
Among all the Pokémon, you're the only one to be scolded.
At this moment, Gardevoir was fierce, a stark contrast to her gentle demeanor in front of Evan.
Gallade wasn't surprised at this display.
This was typical of his sister when angry.
Pikachu and Charmeleon watched, utterly stunned.
"Do you want to be that fierce? Just pin Pidgeot to the ground like that?"
"Damn it, so fierce!!"
'pidg!!'
"I was wrong!"
Pidgeot was truly terrified by Gardevoir's commanding presence.
"Garde~~"
Gardevoir glared at it, her stern expression unwavering. She began speaking directly through telepathy, her tone icy and firm.
"Here's your chance," she said. "Tomorrow, we're heading to the gym. If you can't break through, just wait to suffer the consequences!"
The chilling words struck fear into Pidgeot, who hastily nodded in submission. It dared not provoke this formidable leader any further. Otherwise, it might truly face severe punishment.
Satisfied with the response, Gardevoir released her hold on Pidgeot and turned her attention to Charmeleon and Pikachu. Her piercing gaze caused the two Pokémon to straighten up instantly.
"Pica!!" "Ouch~!!"
Understanding Gardevoir's unspoken message, the two Pokémon quickly voiced their compliance. They knew she wanted them to retrieve Evan's ID card and Trainer certificate. Pikachu and Charmeleon had been staying in Evan's room, so it was their responsibility to handle the task.
Seeing their enthusiasm, Gardevoir gave a nod of approval. These two were at least reliable.
Lurantis, who had been watching from the side, couldn't help but glance at Pidgeot with a mixture of pity and amusement.
So poor… bullied to death by Sister Gardevoir.
But, well, you kind of deserved it.
Meanwhile, Evan remained blissfully unaware of the secret discussions among his Pokémon. The day passed quietly, with Evan spending his time at the breeding house. Aside from returning fostered Pokémon to their owners, there wasn't much to do. No visitors, no events.
By evening, after dinner, Evan headed to bed, unaware of the grand plans his Pokémon were hatching.
The next morning, Evan started the day by feeding his Pokémon. With the breeding house closed for the day, he prepared to visit the workshop, as Isla's father had returned the previous evening. Today marked the official start of energy cube production, and Evan wanted to offer his guidance, even though the aunties could handle it without him.
As Evan left, Gardevoir and the other Pokémon sprang into action. Their plan? Grab Evan's ID card and Trainer certificate and head to the next gym to secure the badge on his behalf. Pikachu and Charmeleon, tasked with retrieving the documents, successfully acquired them and raced down the stairs.
But fate had other plans. The two Pokémon came face-to-face with Evan, who was unexpectedly returning from outside.
Evan's gaze fell on the items they were holding, and he froze in place.
"What are they doing with my ID card and Trainer certificate?" he wondered.
Suddenly, all sorts of scenarios began flooding his mind:
"Are my Pokémon trying to borrow money with my ID? Did they get involved in something shady? Could they have committed a crime under my name? Am I about to get arrested?"
Evan's expression grew increasingly perplexed, his thoughts spiraling into absurd possibilities.
Blue light began to shimmer in his eyes as he scrutinized the two Pokémon.
Pikachu and Charmeleon, sensing the shift in his demeanor, went from surprised to absolutely horrified in an instant.