Elven settlers

Chapter 91 The Rancher's Hospitality
"You are very discerning. Since my grandfather's time, our family's ranch has been raising Kentaro."

Sartre put his hands on his belt and talked to Roque about the various advantages of his Kentero.

After stopping to run, the Kentaro began to graze grass in all directions.

Seeing Rock getting off the bicycle, Sartre slapped his head belatedly.

"It's really rude, I forgot that you came from Sunshine Town, come in with me to have a rest first."

"Haha, then you have to get me something to eat, I'm starving to get here early."

Rock could see that Sartre's personality was rough, and he didn't mean to neglect him, so he said it nonchalantly.

His frankness and generosity were very much in Sartre's temper.

Sutter closed the gate of the ranch, and offered to help Rock push the bicycle and lead him into his home.

"Your Arbor is really big. It can be seen that you are a very strong trainer. Why don't you challenge the Quartz Conference?"

"Maybe I'll try it in the future, but for now I'd better manage my land. I think ranch life is pretty good."

Roque chatted with Sartre as they walked. He seemed to be very interested in elf battles. He kept talking to Roque about the conferences in various regions, and he knew a lot about many well-known trainers.

His expression was as if Rock's fans before crossing talked about their favorite league. Rock also had a deeper impression of the battle atmosphere in the Pokémon world from Sartre.

Sartre's home is not far from the gate of the ranch. It is a three-story wooden villa.

Judging from the style of the doors and windows and the color of the wood on the surface, the house has existed for a long time, but if you look closely, it is in good condition.Not only does it not feel old, but it adds a little bit of time.

Because Sutter's mother and wife took his children on a trip, Sartre is alone at home now.

From the kitchen he brought a large pot of grilled steak, and two loafs of loaves for Rock and his elf.

"There's only steak and bread, and I don't know how to make other things, but it should taste good if you try it for the first time. You can try putting the beef in the bread. I see you brought..."

Sartre's words were suddenly blocked in his mouth, and he stared at the short knife on Roque's waist with wide eyes.

"This is my father's knife?!"

Rock nodded with a smile, untied the knife with its sheath from his waist, and put it in Sartre's hand.

Sartre pulled out the blade and looked at it nostalgicly, then inserted it back into the scabbard and returned it to Rock.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. You are indeed the most suitable person for a huge Arbo monster with great strength."

Knowing that Roque had inherited his father's dagger, Sartre became more enthusiastic, and he cut another piece of sausage for Roque.

"Try this. My mother made it before going out. There is only so much left. If it weren't for this knife, I wouldn't be willing to take it out."

The sausage made by Sartre's mother is very large, about the thickness of a wrist, with large meat pieces and a very elastic taste.

It tastes fresh and mellow in the mouth, and pine nuts are added in it, which is really delicious.

After sharing a piece of sausage with the three elves, Roque tried the steak in bread that Sutter said.

Rock cut off a palm-long piece of bread, cut it open in the middle, and then picked a smaller piece of steak and sandwiched it in.

The slightly fluffy bread and the tender steak have a rich taste. The bread absorbs the juice of the steak, and the taste becomes particularly delicious.

With the neutralization of the bread, the silky feeling of the steak is gone, which makes the index finger move.

Rock wiped out the bread in two or three bites, then cut three longer pieces of bread and put the steak between them and handed them to his elves.

Sartre's Kentello is really well-raised, and it tastes unique and delicious.

Even though Sartre's cooking method is not as good as that of Old Joseph, just frying, but the simple flavor of the ingredients themselves is already very good.

After doing strenuous exercise last night, and riding a bicycle all morning without breakfast this morning, Rock and the three elves, who were already hungry, ate up a large pot of steak and two loaves of bread.

"Huh~ I'm full, thank you for the hospitality!"

Accidentally ate too much, Rock was a little embarrassed.

However, Sartre didn't mind. Instead, he was a little happy because his cooking skills were recognized for the first time.

Neither of them were procrastinators, so Rock walked out of the house with Sartre after dinner.

"Sara has already told me that you want to buy shepherd spirits. I have brought all the best Kentaro that can be sold in the ranch. You can pick whichever you like, and you must give it to your friend. s price!"

Sartre waved his hand, pointed at the Kentaro group not far away and said boldly.

"Uh, I'm not here to buy Kentaro this time. I want to buy some Mali sheep, which are the ones that Sara brought in from the Chengdu area before."

"What kind of sheep?"

Sartre frowned and thought for a while before suddenly realizing.

"Oh, I remember! Sara seems to have told me. Come with me, there's nothing for those little ones who don't grow meat."

Rock followed Sartre to a animal pen in the ranch. Judging from the relatively remote location of the animal pen, Sartre did not pay much attention to these Mare sheep.

From far away, Rock saw clusters of pale yellow clouds on the grass.

"baabaa"

After walking in, Roque saw what they looked like.

Dark blue skin, light yellow hair covering most of the body, even a tuft of curly hair on the head.

Mare sheep look like sheep in general, except for the ears and tail.

The ears are like two slightly rounded black cones, each with a circle of yellow stripes.

The slightly longer tail also has black and yellow stripes, protruding from the fluffy body, and there is an orange bead like a light bulb at the end.

After seeing the tall and strong Kentaro, these Mali sheep are indeed a bit small, and Rock feels that they are about the same size as his Deruby.

But these lambs are very lively, some roll on the grass, some lie on their stomachs to bask in the sun, and some jump over their companions basking in the sun.

"What~"

A Mare sheep saw Roque approaching, and moved to his leg curiously.

Rock bent down and touched the head of the Mali sheep. The hair on its head was very soft. It seemed that Sarah was right, it was indeed an excellent breed.

Thinking of this, Rock simply squatted down and carefully inspected the wool on the sheep.

The Mare sheep stood docilely in place, letting Roque play with it.

Wool is very soft and feels smooth and delicate to the touch.Rock pressed lightly and felt a little elasticity.

"Ugh?"

Rock put down his hand and was about to praise the quality of the wool to Sartre, but an interesting scene appeared.

As he kept stroking the hair of the Mali sheep, the bulb-shaped ball on the Mali sheep's tail lit up at some point.

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)