dhibooks Chapter 332 Latias: I don't want to end up with a body like Guleton!
Chapter 332 Latias: I don't want to end up with a body like Guleton!
"With sufficient funding, it will only take six months to move on to the next major version."
Akroma pushed up his half-rimmed glasses and spoke calmly.
After saying that, he blinked and looked at Quixote.
However, there was no urging or hints in that gaze; it was simply stating a fact and then waiting for the other person to process it.
The meaning is obvious.
We don't have enough funds right now.
Quixote's lips twitched on the spot.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm: "How much do you need?"
"Not many, actually."
Akromma laughed:
"Let's guarantee at least 500 million."
There was a three-second silence in the office.
Quixote's lips twitched again.
Five hundred million?!
Quixote almost lost his composure.
"Five hundred million...isn't that a lot?"
He stared at Akrom, his voice trembling slightly: "Where are we going to get so much working capital?"
Akromma remained unmoved.
Anyway, it's not me who's in a hurry, it's Quixote.
Seeing Akromma's nonchalant attitude, Quixote still asked, "If the funds are insufficient, how long will it take?"
Akromma held up two fingers. "Two years."
Quixote: "..."
The office was silent for a full five seconds.
"Two years?!"
Quixote's voice suddenly rose, almost cracking: "This has taken way too long!!"
Akromah innocently replied, "I was just reporting the facts."
He paused, then added, "After all, science doesn't care about human feelings."
Quixote fell silent again.
He stared at Akromma for a few seconds, then turned around and walked towards his bedroom without saying a word.
Behind him, Akroma watched him leave expressionlessly.
……
Quixote pushed open the bedroom door.
A profound sense of history washes over you.
The room was resplendent in gold, with every inch of the walls radiating an extravagant glow.
Ancient tapestries hung on the walls, exquisite porcelain was displayed on the table, and a bronze artifact taller than a person stood in the corner.
Antiques are everywhere.
Pick up any one of these items, and it's enough for an average person to live on for a lifetime.
And all of these are legacies of the ancient United Kingdom royal family.
Quixote stood in the center of the room, his gaze slowly sweeping over the objects that carried the family's glory.
Five hundred million.
He clenched his fists.
At worst, I'll just sell two!
For Quixote, this current "investment" is not worth mentioning at all.
only……
It's just a mere five hundred million!
Oh.
As long as Akromar's machine can successfully control a first-order god, and he finds the Gene Wedge, he can then control Kyurem!
By then, what will this little bit of money be?
Double it?
Do not!
It's ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times!
He stood amidst the glittering antiques, his gaze passing over the objects that bore witness to his family's glory and looking towards the distance.
worldwide!
They must all submit to him!
Quixote slowly clenched his fist, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Excellent, the future belongs to Team Plasma!
As long as you firmly believe in this, you will succeed in whatever you do!
"call……"
Quixote took a deep breath, composed himself, and picked up his phone.
Let's ask about the situation on N's side first.
I wonder how the news about the Giant's Cave is going.
As he thought about it, he dialed the number.
beep...beep...
The call was connected quickly.
"Father."
N's voice came through the receiver.
Quixote skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point: "How's the matter of the Giant's Cave going?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then, N answered truthfully: "Father, I have not been able to obtain any information about the Giant's Cave."
Quixote raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Didn't you ask?"
"Yes."
N's voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion.
"Your subject has done his best."
Quixote tightened his grip on his phone.
Did you try your best?
I tried my best but still couldn't get the answer?
"understood."
Quixote hung up the phone.
Inside the room, the magnificent antiques still stood there quietly.
However, Quixote's expression didn't look too good.
So much time has passed.
Their plasma team's progress is still as slow as a coal tortoise crawling.
……
……
Donghuang area, Fujian Province, Xiamen
"Ugh~?"
A golden figure suddenly emerged from the Poké Ball.
Latias poked his head out, his big eyes fixed on the cup in Li Luochen's hand, and he sniffed it lightly.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~" (What are you drinking? It smells so good—I want some too!)
Li Luochen looked down at her, then at the milk tea in his hand, and smiled.
"Oh, this is milk tea."
He shook the cup, causing the milk tea inside to slosh around. "It'll probably be quite sweet for you."
"Wu?" (A little sweet?)
Latias's eyes lit up for a moment, but quickly dimmed again.
"Ugh...?" (Will drinking this make me gain weight?)
Latias is the younger sister Pokémon.
They value their weight very much.
Furthermore, there are already two Pokémon in the gym whose figures have become out of shape due to overeating and drinking.
Therefore, Leton is a four-jawed needle dragon.
These two are the examples that are being used as case studies.
Latias remembered that Li Luochen had shown him photos of them from before; those two didn't look like they do now.
I heard that he was thin and strong back then.
Its running and flying speeds are still among the best.
and after?
Because of overeating and drinking, eating and drinking nine meals a day.
Then, her figure went out of shape.
HP's stats are all maxed out.
Latias withdrew his gaze, looked down at his slender figure, and then at the milk tea in Li Luochen's hand.
His eyes were full of conflict.
I really want to drink it!
But if I drink it, will I be unable to lose weight?
Losing weight is so tiring...
"Ah, Latias!" (Latias, listen to me, one a day won't hurt!)
Therefore, seeing Latias so conflicted, Leton also jumped out and said to Latias.
"Ugh!" (That sounds fine, but coming from you, it just sounds so weird!)
Latias couldn't hold back any longer.
It thought someone was speaking, but it turned out to be Guleton!
If Li Luochen had explained it, it would have definitely drunk it directly.
But please, don't come, Guleton!
This made Latias even more conflicted, and he even vaguely considered giving up on drinking milk tea.
"Okay, it's fine to have a drink once in a while, just drink it."
Li Luochen stroked Latias's head and handed him the milk tea.
He finally understood.
Latias really wanted a drink.
But there's one step missing.
Therefore, the excuse given by Leighton is not wrong, but it is itself a synonym for food, so it is not acceptable.
This is something only I can do.
"Whoosh~" (Delicious!)
Latias was satisfied.
Gu Leton, standing to the side, stared longingly at Li Luochen.
Hey boss, I want a drink too!