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Accompanied by Teacher Nina, Jacob came to the dormitory to pack his belongings. He didn't really care, since there were no valuables in his dormitory. No one would steal his personal clothes, right?
Uncle Aris and Mason had to stay in the restricted area to handle the aftermath. Fortunately, the Dawn Society's attack was focused on the restricted area and didn't cause too many casualties. Although a pseudo-legendary Pokémon egg was lost, at least no one was injured.
Before parting with his uncle, Uncle Aris pulled Jacob aside and gave him some instructions.
"Jacob, I just discussed with King Mason and we've decided to temporarily entrust the Bagon to you for safekeeping and care. Because the Dragon Secret Realm was attacked, the Pokémon Association has decided to suspend the distribution and collection of pseudo-legendary Pokémon and Dragon-type Pokémon in the Capital Dragon Secret Realm. The resumption date will be announced later. I'm going to trouble you to take care of this Bagon for a while. Although it's expensive, as a member of the Lin family, you need to make more contributions to the Pokémon Association and take on greater responsibilities. You'll have to absorb this cost yourself—consider it paid for. How about it, any objections?"
As his uncle spoke, he winked at Jacob. No matter how dense Jacob was, he could understand the subtext hidden in his uncle's words.
"No problem, leave the Bagon to me to care for," Jacob replied.
It would be temporarily entrusted to Jacob for safekeeping and care. As long as it was managed properly, the word "temporarily" could be removed.
This time, Jacob had made a significant contribution, saving two pseudo-legendary Pokémon eggs and successfully holding Anthony back. With such achievements and Jacob's original national selection quota, it could be said that his acquisition of this Bagon was practically guaranteed.
Mason had also considered this and decided to give this Bagon to Jacob. Of course, there was another reason for his decision—Jacob's accomplishments as a trainer meant that raising this Bagon wouldn't waste the young Pokémon's potential.
Some people in the Association were too old. Long-term control of power had brought about corruption and decay. The Pokémon Association needed a large influx of fresh blood.
When Jacob returned to his dormitory, he found his room was already in complete chaos. The entire room was a disaster because of the Leaf Storm caused by Mason's Serperior. The whole room was damaged.
Jacob stepped over fallen wooden boards and walked in, only to discover that several of his privately kept novels with questionable content had been pulled out, and the photo of himself and Teacher Nina that had been tucked between the novels was missing.
"Why would these people even steal photos?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Jacob seemed to realize something and immediately shifted his gaze to the trash can beside him. He was shocked to find that the waste paper in his trash can had also been taken!
Jacob collapsed to the ground. When he thought of the secrets he had written on those pieces of waste paper, his eyes lost their light. It was over, completely over. Why hadn't that person gone to the restricted area instead of coming to his dormitory to rummage through the garbage?
Moreover, he had deliberately used a pen to scratch out what he had written, and even carefully torn it into pieces. How could that person still recover it?!
What should he do?
At this time, in a hidden laboratory, the mysterious middle-aged man took what he had found in Jacob's trash can and brought it to the laboratory for analysis.
"This is what I brought back," the mysterious middle-aged man with King-level trainer strength stood aside respectfully and handed the photo of Jacob and Nina to the person sitting in the chair. "A photo of Jacob and Nina. He has a shiny Dreepy."
"He also has a shiny Charmeleon."
"This Sceptile also has excellent potential."
The middle-aged man was reporting from the side, and the person in the chair nodded occasionally. "I see. What about these pieces of waste paper? What's written on them?"
"I can only make out the first few words: Sceptile, Failure, Experiment," the middle-aged man said seriously. "Because of the word 'experiment,' I deliberately brought these papers back."
"Good, well done," the person sitting in the chair praised.
At that moment, the researcher in the laboratory said, "The analysis results are ready."
"Bring them here."
"This..." The researcher showed embarrassment on his face, but finally gritted his teeth and handed over the paper.
"Show it to me," said the person sitting in the chair.
"Alright."
"Sceptile, Failure, Experiment." Looking at these titles, the person in the chair smiled. It seemed this was Jacob's new experimental content. Was it related to Sceptile?
With a curious mind, he looked down to see densely packed small characters underneath the large text.
"When young, I didn't know the benefits of a wealthy woman, and mistakenly treated young girls as treasures.
Young people don't understand the fragrance of being supported, and mistakenly waste their youth in vain.
When I went back to look for the wealthy woman, she had already run away.
A wealthy woman is good, a wealthy woman is wonderful, and a wealthy woman is a ray of light in the darkness.
As long as you seize the opportunity with a wealthy woman, you can move into a big villa overnight.
—'Wealthy Woman Strategy Theory' by Jacob"
Jacob had finally drawn a picture with pencil, and it looked about seventy percent similar to Raya.
The mysterious middle-aged man and the person sitting in the chair looked at what Jacob had written, dumbfounded for a moment, then furious.
"Wait, this is only the first page. There are two more pages. Don't be hasty."
The two of them then turned to the second page and saw it clearly written:
"Nine out of ten young ladies are wealthy, and one is extremely wealthy."
The two of them skipped over the following content and finally looked at the second drawing Jacob had made. Well, it was about seventy percent similar to Julia. Then they quickly turned to the third page.
"Older sisters have three good qualities: drinking wine, taking baths, and enjoying younger companions."
The last drawing obviously depicted Nina, who was tall and elegant.
The two of them looked at the three drawings in silence for several breaths. If there had been cigarettes nearby, they wouldn't have minded having one.
"Jacob!"
Jacob sat slumped on the ground. Some people were alive, but he was already dead. Some people were dead, but he was still alive. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
He should still be physically alive, but socially dead.
Why? Why would someone steal something like this? Jacob now only hoped that the thief wouldn't spread it around everywhere.
Noooooo!
Jacob was quite cautious. He never had the habit of keeping a diary, nor did he write down secrets like Mega Evolution in his heart. However, he would occasionally write some mischievous things, but he hadn't expected that one misstep would lead to eternal regret.
His lifelong reputation!
Nina looked at Jacob in such a dejected state, her brow furrowed with curiosity on her face.
Jacob wasn't injured and had temporarily obtained a Bagon. Why was he in such pain?
Speaking of this, Nina couldn't help but say, "Jacob, next time you encounter a King-level trainer like Anthony, you should hide properly and not always think about showing off."
Jacob was speechless. He had originally thought that way too, but the enemy's attacks were already hitting him.
"I understand," Jacob replied, then worried about the pieces of waste paper that had been taken from him. What if it got out, especially if it reached King Mason's eyes?
"What's wrong with you, Jacob?" Nina looked at Jacob's sad face and couldn't help asking, "Did you lose something important?"
Could Jacob tell her? Of course Jacob couldn't tell her, so he could only say, "Our photo is missing."
Nina looked at Jacob's pained expression, her face slightly red, and she couldn't help but comfort him: "It's just one photo. Don't be so sad. At worst, we can take another one next time. Didn't you also capture a Bagon? It just happens that it needs an update."
"Okay." Jacob's face was still full of pain. Who could understand the anguish in his heart?
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