Afternoon Delight III [Badlands Treasure Hunt]

[Zernebog Romanov]

TREASURE

217

”I really need to get that guys number.”

Zernebog suddenly paused and frowned from where he was polishing the new Mega Stone he had just gotten. ”Okay. That sounded so weird. Thank Arceus Ricki wasn’t here to hear that.”

He took out a steel briefcase with his free hand and a chuckle, then placed it on the table. ”I guess it’s storage for this rock as well until I get them all checked out at Luminose or something. Maybe even Shalour.”

With that thought in mind, he opened up the briefcase and put in the three new Mega Stones he had gotten throughout the day inside. He looked at the contents with little feeling of accomplishment before smirking to himself and closing it, making sure to lock it as well.

”And now it’s time to get back to work.” Zernebog muttered to himself as he stood up from his chair and stretched his back. ”Can’t let them have all the fun, after all.”

He then went out of his tent after letting out a shrill whistle to Artemis to let her know that the tent was currently undefended and needed an eye kept on it. This place was named the badlands after all, so he wasn’t about to leave things to chance.

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[P✿pple]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found  HOUNDOOMITE !
It Releases. . .the hounds

[Zernebog Romanov]

TREASURE

220

Atlas was simply content to dig through the vast expanse of loose dirt in the Badlands. There was just something enchanting about being able to dig unopposed through so much dirt and debris without having to cut a few roots or smash a few stems or even oust some other earth-dwelling pokemon while continuing his excavations.

However, the small steel mole knew that he did have to find something to show for it eventually. While he knew Zernebog well, he still had his lingering doubts about the man the human was now compared to the rumoredly cruel, vicious, no-nonsense mercenary his older pokemon said he was. It was just… odd to connect this guy with the one who apparently killed and beat up a lot of his own species for the sake of some vague goal. He’d seen flashes of it when he waxed poetic about himself eventually getting his revenge against some sort of alien pokemon but… he just found it hard to believe.

The Excadrill shook his head. It was possibly best not to overthink such things because he would go crazy. He should just concentrate on getting this… Houndoomite to Zernebog. He might want a spare, after all. And yes, he knew what it was because he lectured them on stones and he always remembered stones.

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