In the dim yellow background akin to an old photograph, her grandmother slightly turned her body, a gentle smile on her face.
"Arisa..."
"Grandma, I’m here."
She trembled as she responded, and suddenly, a clearer voice sounded near her ears.
"Miss Arisa? Miss Arisa!"
"Ah!"
She snapped back to reality, seeing Baimu looking at her with concern, quickly wiping away her tears, "It’s nothing, just suddenly thought of my grandma’s matters, sorry, what’s up? Is there any problem?"
"No real problem, it’s already completed, I wanted to get your advice on any shortcomings."
Baimu’s eyes shifted unnoticeably away from Arisa’s reddened eyes as he handed over the results.
To be honest, when she started sobbing behind him as he was focused on mixing, it almost made him drop the test tube he was holding, having no clue what was happening.
Thinking about grandma’s matters?
What does that an?
Wait!
Could it be a matter of habits?
Baimu’s movents stiffened because witnessing various mories often happens in the first person perspective and is entirely beyond his control, which inevitably results in him adopting so habits of the simulated subjects.
Most people wouldn’t notice, but Arisa is the granddaughter of Sister Xiangfen!
Obviously.
No need to overly concern oneself with it, individuals whose minds aren’t peculiar wouldn’t associate things with the supernatural or anything akin to a golden finger.
"Hmm... It’s very well done, with a little more practice I believe the quality will improve further."
Arisa set down the test tube in her hand, looking at Baimu with eyes full of approval, "How about trying sothing else?"
"I would really appreciate that."
The latter was all too eager.
Arisa moved to the back, leaving enough space in front, as Baimu appeared enveloped by a layer of hazy filters, countless mottled glimrs transforming him into the most familiar figure to her.
Even though she knew it was self-deception, she wanted to see it once more.
However.
This sister was moved, yet Baimu during his mixing felt chills down his spine, Arisa’s gaze was sowhat intimidating, making his hairs stand on end.
"Having Xiaogang here would surely be particularly delightful..."
He mumbled softly.
Noon.
Upon a gracious invitation, having enjoyed lunch, Baimu set off again -
on foot.
Even though Hydreigon had recovered health, to be safe needed to rest and observe for a day, so there was no way to continue riding him to fly up high.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful, using Dragonair as a ans of transportation showed considerable talent, even carrying a person it could maintain high-speed flight, and without being as showy as Steelix.
Before leaving he took the opportunity to inquire about where Arisa’s grandmother was buried.
Then discovered that the sister who devoted almost her entire life to Essence and the Green Hall rested in the center of a great garden, together with her favorite Grass-type Pokémon.
With the permission of his relatives, Baimu went there to pay respects, receiving favors that couldn’t be repaid, at least he wanted to express his gratitude.
It’s fair to say, each Blue Talent simulation object was his teacher, teaching him various skills or knowledge worthy of rembering.
He held them in high respect.
"Co often when you have ti!"
Arisa looked at Baimu reluctantly, if it weren’t for the latter only resembling her grandmother when making perfus, she would truly believe her grandmother had returned.
The world indeed has such coincidences; it’s unbelievable.
"Alright."
Baimu waved his hand, before departing Arisa insisted on giving a bunch of essence over, and even handed him a handwritten perfu formula, making him feel a bit embarrassed.
Originally intending to visit and treat Hydreigon, not only did he not charge any dical fees, but he also received free supplies! And the formula too!
Though this formula could presumably be found online, Arisa ntioned she had been posting videos of making essences on Poké Blogger, but the important part was the experint notes inside.
With the notes, he could avoid taking many detours, and not be deceived by those marketing accounts that don’t even know how to copy.
What a shaless man.
He secretly despised himself, yet having received trendous benefits from Sister Xiangfen, it wasn’t enough, he didn’t miss the opportunity at the granddaughter’s!
"Be sure to co back——"
Arisa’s voice drew out endlessly.
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