Chapter 346 As long as you have the guts, the elves will give birth
On board the carrier.
Victor sat on a sofa, opened the curtains and saw clouds and mist slowly flowing by the window.
The steam ship is sailing to the Imperial Palace Gate.
He looked around and saw a hall that was very luxuriously decorated.
Carpets woven from small fire horse velvet cover every corner.
The brown solid wood furniture was polished to a shiny finish and was spotless.
Click.
The door to the back room opened, and a young man with blond hair walked out. He had a handsome face, a smile on his lips, and an elegant temperament all over his body.
"Qing Fan Dehua."
Victor stood up, put his right hand on his chest, bent his legs, and bowed respectfully.
The young man in front of me is a member of the imperial royal family. Although he has no fiefdom, no real title, and no inheritance rights, he is still a member of the royal family and works for the royal family. Perhaps those grand dukes, dukes, and even powerful marquis and earls can be ignored.
But he can't.
"Baron Victor." VanderWaal nodded slightly and returned the salute with a smile.
He walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of fruit wine, and asked:
"Do you want to drink, Baron Victor?"
Victor shook his head. As a trainer, he strictly controlled his body and always required his brain to be in optimal condition.
Van der Waal didn't take it seriously when he saw this. Those democrats promoted how extravagant and depraved the nobles were, but in fact, most nobles, at least the heads of the family, must be excellent trainers. How could an excellent trainer be willing to accept it?
Fallen and ruined his body.
He didn't care about this, because as a member of the royal family without inheritance rights, he was actually worse off than these nobles, and could only rely on the princes and princesses who had inheritance rights.
Therefore, he is more inclined to focus on political means rather than on the strength of the trainer.
In fact, under normal circumstances, strength is not required.
The two sat down opposite each other, and VanderWaal poured himself a glass of red wine.
He held the wine glass, sniffed it, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "What was the result?"
How about it? Saying that I was tortured by the other party? Being hung up and beaten like a noob? Is it like an adult beating a kindergarten child? When Victor heard this question, he suddenly felt unhappy, but his expression did not change, and his tone did not change.
Changed and replied: "The other party's strength is at least that of an earl."
"Earl..."
VanderWaal thought about the information he had collected.
Touya.
Won the EMI Crown Competition Championship.
The information after this is very vague.
If you spend a lot of time in the wild, you can't find it at all.
It is difficult to tell whether the information on the Internet is true or false. We only know that the other party has a certain reputation.
And he has a baby elf that is so precious that it is even known as a legend.
The potential is huge.
If you look at it this way, it's quite normal.
Send trainers with great potential here to get gold plating?
But...the earl's strength?
So young?
Vander Waal felt a little uncomfortable, but he soon returned to normal.
As a member of the royal family, he has the obligation to find out the purpose and strength of any trainer who comes to Galar, and deploy manpower to control these unstable factors at all times.
But if you want to control a trainer with an earldom...
"It's a bit troublesome, but it's still within control... If it's a trainer with the title of Marquis or Duke... that would be a big problem."
Vander Waal thought of this and shook his head.
The higher authorities will not allow Dukes, that is, trainers at the gym leader level from the Alliance, to enter.
Even those with the title of Marquis should, in theory, be closely monitored.
Thinking of this, VanderWaal sighed again in his heart.
easy to say, hard to do.
A trainer's strength is not written on his face.
It is impossible to digitize a trainer's specific strength.
You can only make assumptions based on the other party's information and past achievements, and then try again.
It can only be like this.
It's not easy to do your own job.
VanderWaal knew this very well, and he also saw that Victor might feel uncomfortable.
He immediately promised some compensation.
A few minutes later, Victor walked towards his room with satisfaction, leaving VanderWaal alone in the living room.
He knocked on the table.
"As usual, report the information and see how the superiors arrange it."
Vander Waal pondered for a moment.
According to the usual practice, someone should be sent to contact Dr. Hector and his team, Touya, and those foreign students.
Being gentle, instigating rebellion, and deploying people are routine operations.
He stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth with a wet wipe, and straightened his appearance in the mirror.
It's time to meet Dr. Hector and trainer Touya.
As for the accompanying researchers and international students... he didn't take notice of them yet.
As a typical Galar nobleman, he also "respects the strong".
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Half an hour later.
In the reception room.
VanderWaal elegantly poured a glass of red wine for Dr. Hector, his team, and Touya:
"Everyone, is there anything else you need?"
"Thanks."
Dr. Hector only wanted to do research, and the expression on his face was filled with the ten words "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly and don't waste my time."
Even Touya has only spoken a few words to this doctor so far.
Dr. Hector is like this to his own people, so don't expect him to be very patient with outsiders.
Researchers Lisbon, Natasha, and Gray thanked them politely and did not answer.
And Touya picked up a glass of red wine, handed it to his shoulder, and asked the curious Ibrahimovic to stick out his tongue and lick it:
"Boom?"
T﹏TBah! It tastes bad!
Ibrahimovic thinks Fat House Happy Juice is suitable for her.
On the contrary, it was Gardevoir who encouraged Touya and asked him to take a bottle away for her to try.
"Can I get a bottle of this wine?"
Touya was naturally not polite and immediately took two bottles of different types of fruit wine and said smoothly:
"By the way, are there any dragon elf eggs? Give me a few, I'm short of dragon elf eggs."
(*???)! Natasha and Gray immediately looked sideways, unable to tell whether Touya was joking or telling the truth.
Lisbon pushed up his glasses and twitched the corners of his mouth. He didn't believe it. Touya couldn't tell that the nobleman in front of him just said it casually.
Vander Waal was indeed experienced and said with a smile:
"If you are willing to give us one of Zoroa's elf eggs in the future, a few dragon-type elf eggs are nothing."
He was half joking and half serious.
Generally speaking, the quality of dragon elves is the best among elves.
But it also depends on what kind of dragon elf it is.
The gap between ordinary dragon elves and quasi-legendary and quasi-god dragon elves is still very huge.
There are more than a dozen kinds of dragon elves in the Galar region, and most of them... To be honest, they are not that strange to him.
Exchange these dragon elf eggs for the legendary Zoroa elf eggs?
This transaction has happened a thousand and eight hundred times, and he doesn't mind.
Dongya looked at the handsome blond guy in surprise, "You are awesome. Fortunately, Soraya is not here now. Otherwise, I really don't know if you can get off the spacecraft alive." He stared at Van Dewaal with a strange look and said:
"Last time, I threatened Zoroa and told her to get pregnant if she disobeyed... To be honest, fortunately I am its trainer. If not, you would have to go to the cemetery to see me now... Brother, you are so brave to say this.
soul."
Am I brave? You are brave! Vander Waal was a little confused this time.
So is there really such a person? As long as you are brave, elves will take maternity leave?
Threaten your own elves?
Talk about making it pregnant??
What is this operation???
This account is not good? Try another one? Are the Sinnoh people so messy?