Pokemon’s Fifth Elite

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Medicine is a completely new industry to Grante. As long as businessmen with a normal mind will not want to start multi-line operations when they are not stable, they will choose a new drug research and development route with unknown returns and extremely high risks.

However, Grante left. In his words, he was a little disappointed with the various Region Scholars and researchers.

So he organized a group of researchers with ambitions to solve fusarium wilt, set up the initial team, and started his own research on fusarium wilt.

“The laboratory that studied blight disease did not accept my donation. Most of them were branded by other companies, and I had not been able to wait for the good news for Grass Type Pokemon, so I decided to do it myself.”

“I have lost Lilligant, at least I hope… other children who like Grass Type Pokemon will not roll a dice every time they encounter Grass Type Pokemon.”

“I hope I can do something in the rest of my life. At least when I leave this World, I can tell her that although it is late, I have found a solution to your illness.”

Having said this, Grante paused, then smiled and asked, “Do you believe in samsara reincarnation?”

In addition to the Pokemon belief, the traditional beliefs of mankind are still prevailing in this World.

Perhaps because of the deep-rooted thoughts of the previous life, Luther is unwilling to believe in the traditional beliefs of mankind.

He has seen mythical beasts and their mighty powers, the terrifying power that can overwhelm mountains and seas, but he has never seen the gods of human faith come to this world.

Luther shook his head slowly.

“Is that so?” Grante was not surprised by Luther’s answer, and he lightly said, “But, I believe it.”

“I didn’t believe it before, but now I am willing to believe it. Mythical beast illusory, the god that humans believe in is also illusory, I am willing to try to believe it, otherwise, would I never see her again.”

Grante stood up and motioned to Luther to come with him.

Courtney, who was uneasy about Grante, got up and wanted to follow, but was pulled by Mira.

Mira didn’t worry that Luther would have a problem, but instead directed Roserade not far away to give herself some refreshments.

Next to Grante’s study is a spacious bedroom, and at the end of the corridor is a tight door.

Grante took out the key and opened it gently.

When Luther followed his footsteps into the room, he dumbfounded.

The furnishings of the room are quite old, and the style is like returning… more than 20 years ago.

Lilligant’s puppets are all over the room. Even the wind chimes on the windows are in the style of Lilligant. The patterns printed on the quilt and the patterns on the table lamps are Lilligant’s almost everything Luther sees.

If someone were to change, Luther would feel that this was something Lilligant could do with heavy control.

However, with this retro-style furnishings and the only picture on the very old desk without patterns, Luther sighed sadly.

In the photo, Grante is very young, holding Lilligant and posing for a photo.

Outside the photo, Grante’s sideburns have climbed into white hair, and his skin has wrinkled slightly, and youth is gone.

Once, Luther was shocked by the feathers that sky dropped, and he was tearful of the 1000-year bond between Featherfall Town and Flying Type Pokemon, and the relationship between keeping watch.

Looking at this room now, he didn’t know what to say.

A projection of the Small World that a man misses and the most fond memories, Grante seems to have sealed all the most beautiful things here, greedily wanting to go back to the time that he can’t go back.

“I promised her back then that as long as she has money, she will give her a new home, a much larger room, and all the things printed like her will fill that room…”

“Now I did it, but it’s a bit too late.” Grante’s expression was calm, but the tears in his eyes betrayed him.

“In the last R&D, all shareholders and investors withdrew their investment in me and chose another team without delays and breakthroughs.”

“I know, it’s because I have no reputation and no one helps to endorse it.” Grante said, “Trainer with Pokédex is easier to gain the trust of strangers than trainer without Pokédex. You are Trainer, you should understand.”

Luther nodded, Pokédex acts as an endorsement, telling others that you are an innocent person who is favored by the Region Laboratory.

“Research breakthrough is not a matter of overnight. Many new drugs and vaccines often take years, or even more than a decade, to be successfully developed. In this process, investors and shareholders will inevitably be disappointed in the R&D prospects and withdraw their capital.”

“In terms of investment, this kind of withdrawal will cause panic, make the outside world generally look down on your prospects, and form a Stomp-style escape…”

Grante clenched a fist and said unwillingly: “In Kalos, I have been generally looked down upon by people in the circle, so I can only go to other regions, and finally I chose Sinnoh.”

“I work hard to cooperate with Sinnoh’s well-known family and companies, and re-take up my old business, and make Pokemon pet peripherals to ensure that I have funds to invest in research and development.”

“But this is not enough. I need a necessary booster and someone who can help me when developing on the verge of collapse!”

Luther sighed: “So your intention is not to buy land at all. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get on the island. The most important thing is an opportunity to meet people like Cynthia.”

Grante was heavily nodded, and then looked at Luther with hope: “4 million, give me a chance.”

Luther closed his eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and shook the head: “I refuse.”

Grante was taken aback, gritted his teeth: “My current working capital is 13 million. In order to ensure emergency, I need to keep 4 million and the remaining 9 million will be given to you!”

“I reject.”

“Why?” Grante couldn’t help groaning.

Luther glanced at Grante coldly, realized that Grante, who had lost self-control, adjusted his breathing, and said sorry.

Looking at the brightly smiling Lilligant in the photo, Luther said calmly: “Your way of doing things makes me preconceived to dislike and question you.”

“I know you want to use a vase to put me behind the scenes, but… I hate this way of speaking without human words.”

Luther was agitated for no reason.

I don’t know if it was because of hearing this story or seeing Lilligant’s smile, it was just a little irritable.

“You really have a problem with your brain. As long as people grow up, the less they can speak human words?”

“If you are serious and sincerely seek me to discuss and inquire, will I have a pimple in my heart like now?”

“With so many twists and turns, it’s hard for me to trust you!”