Ron, who went to visit, saw Luther in the room, who was pale and sweating all the time.
At this time, Luther was as weak as a baby and murmured from time to time in his sleep.
After diagnosis, the accompanying doctor told Ron that the symptoms were not fake. Luther was seriously ill, like a severe cold caused by cold air entering the body, and the fever has not gone away so far.
Ron looked at Luther who was still sleeping soundly, sighed, and nodded to the doctor beside him.
Several senior officials from Sinnoh standing nearby looked at each other, a little at a loss, and also a little in disbelief.
Before they came, they always thought that Luther was pretending to be ill in order to avoid the dispute between the two regions, but the current diagnosis slapped them in the face.
"Are you really not pretending to be sick?"
Someone quietly pulled the accompanying doctor to a corner to confirm.
"It's really not true. Pretending to be sick can be hidden from the eyes, but it can't be hidden from the machine. Luther is indeed sick. It's a serious cold."
"Based on Miss Mai's description, Luther had a similar sudden illness a few months ago, which was also caused by not being prepared to keep warm."
"Mr. Luther is very weak, I suggest you take good care of him."
It is indeed very weak. A few months ago, Luther went deep into the northern part of Sinnoh, which was blocked by heavy snow, without any equipment. It is impossible to explain this without getting sick.
But what time of year is it now?
Qidao is so hot that the water coming out of the faucet is boiling hot. If you put an omelette in a pan, it would be a bit exaggerated, but it is probably okay if the egg whites can turn into egg whites.
Ron, who was still worried about Luther's condition, glanced at the air conditioner in the hall that was blowing out air-conditioning, and a vague thought flashed through his mind.
Since he was really sick, the senior officials didn't want to bother him in the room, so they put the visiting gifts aside and left.
Mai was about to say goodbye when she saw Ron standing in front of Luther's bed with no intention of leaving.
"Ah, I want to stay with Luther for a while, do you mind?"
Mai was stunned for a moment and glanced at Luther before leaving.
The door was gently closed, Ron walked to the balcony and threw an elf ball.
The cuckoo pigeon that ran out of the elf ball raised its wings and saluted Ron.
"There is an elf approaching the balcony. Warn me."
After saying that, Ron closed the curtains and the room suddenly became dark.
With his back to Luther, Ron was silent for a long time, seeming to be brewing his emotions and thinking about what tone to use to speak.
"I know you have resentment against Sinnoh for wanting to throw you to Galar. This kind of collision between regional alliances is not something that ordinary trainers can intervene in."
"A single person's ability plays a minimal role in this matter."
"We thought about finding someone to help you, but after searching and searching, we found that there is no one who perfectly meets the conditions like you."
"And you have never been a person who can be assisted. You are much stronger than others, and they are just a burden to you."
At this point, Ron glanced at Luther sleeping soundly on the bed and continued.
Ron turned around and looked directly at Luther's sleeping face.
"What a trick." Ron sighed with a smile.
Ron picked up the fruit basket brought to express condolences to Luther, opened it, took out Luther's favorite pears, and started peeling them.
"A big thing happened the year I came into the league."
"There was a very vicious guy who hurt people, seriously injured the spirit chasing the police, and in order to escape, he blew up several fishing boats along the coast that the boatmen depended on for their livelihood."
Ron's knife skills were very good. Not much flesh was removed from the pear, and the skin was thin.
"I am just a newcomer who has just joined the alliance. Although I have seen evil people during my travels, what kind of evil person can be more cruel than this guy?"
"When the alliance learned that I was very skilled, they intentionally allowed me to travel overseas with several other people whose identities were innocent and who had not yet been completely linked to the alliance."
Ron's hand holding the knife suddenly used too much strength, and the knife cut deeply into the flesh of the pear.
A shadow beside Luther's bed shook like smoke.
Ron noticed this detail from the corner of his eye, and without saying a word, he slowly pulled out the knife and continued to slowly peel the pear.
"That night, I saw my colleagues from the alliance who went to hunt down the wanted criminal. He was carried into the hospital, covered in blood."
"His elf went to the emergency room and was said to be out of danger until the next day."
"I'm scared. I'm not afraid of your jokes. At that time, I completely forgot about the enthusiasm I felt when I joined the alliance. I only had the image of my colleagues and that elf entering the emergency room in my mind."
"Will I become like this, will my elf leave me?"
"At that time, my mind was occupied by panic, and all I could think about was how to escape."
Ron smiled and said: "So I got sick just like you, a very serious illness."
"I heard that you have been exercising with Gray Stone and you have almost developed abdominal muscles. Although high-intensity exercise may indeed make you more susceptible to illness, at this juncture..."
"Let me think about it, the ice room on Qidao should be a good place. You can go in naked for a while, then run out to bask in the sun, and then run in and stay for a while..."
"If you play like this, even gray stone will get seriously ill."
"That's what I did back then."
Luther's hands shook.
Ron just pretended not to see it and continued to talk to himself.
"I escaped that mission as I wished and lay in bed for more than a week before recovering."
"One afternoon, I was walking in the corridor of the office, and a colleague told me that the person who replaced me from the team that carried out the last mission was seriously injured and may have to use crutches for the rest of his life."
"He only entered the league half a year earlier than me. When he was tested, his score against me was far lower than mine."
"People who went with me told me that the criminal was actually not strong, but cunning. While avoiding the opponent's weapons, I could easily subdue him even with several companions who had lower battle scores than me."
Ron put the peeled pears in the bowl beside Luther's bed.
He didn't speak any more, and silence fell in the room.
"If I hadn't escaped, he wouldn't have replaced me, and maybe he wouldn't have been injured in that mission..."
After Ron finished telling his story, he straightened his clothes and stood up.
"I'm not kidnapping you morally. I have my own position. I work for the alliance and it is my responsibility to convince you to travel."
"You are the owner of Qidao, and it is your responsibility to plan for the future of Qidao."
"If you insist on not going and keep getting sick, the Sinnoh Alliance will find another person to travel, and he... I am sure that he may not be able to stop even one of your elves."
"We will stay on Qidao for three days. If you want to talk to me, ask Mai to come to me."
After the cuckoo pigeon flew onto his shoulder, the door was closed by Ron. After a long time, Luther was weak enough to sit up with the help of Darkrai.
Looking at the peeled pear in the bowl on the bedside, Luther sighed deeply.