Pokemon: Spiritual Master-Chapter 693: Sunken Ship and Treasure! (Two-in-One - )

"Skwo!"

Johan and his group also reached the giant tree at the center of Ballimere Lake’s hill.

However, just like Moltres, as soon as they approached, a chubby Skwovet that looked like a ball immediately appeared before them and stretched out its hand to stop them.

With this stance, Johan really wanted to step forward and flick the Skwovet’s nose, then arrogantly say—"Still blocking? We’re here to collect you!"

But obviously, this wasn’t Johan’s style. Maybe if it were Flint, it might be about right.

However.

Even Galarian Moltres protected this giant tree so much that it wouldn’t start a fight. Johan naturally couldn’t casually provoke conflict either.

This tree had nurtured so many wild Pokémon in this area—if something really happened, wouldn’t they all rise up against him?

It wasn’t that he was afraid, but this went against Johan’s principles and original intentions.

Moreover, he just wanted a few tree branches and to try learning more about this giant tree.

So he came over now just to say hello first.

After placing a small box of energy cubes in front of the Skwovet, he said nothing and turned to walk away.

"Skwo?"

The Skwovet tilted its head and scratched the back of its head.

It didn’t understand what this human wanted to do.

But soon its sensitive nose twitched, smelling the aroma emanating from the energy cubes. Its eyes immediately lit up as it carefully picked up one cube, hesitated briefly, then licked it.

"Skwo!!"

The Skwovet suddenly shuddered, all its fur—especially the fluffy tail fur—stood on end, revealing some of the berries and treasures it had hidden inside.

It felt as if all the pores in its body had been opened.

Then the Skwovet suddenly reacted, looked around to confirm no one had noticed, then... quickly stuffed the energy cubes into its tail.

But its voice had been so loud earlier—how could other Skwovet and Greedent not notice? A whole row was already standing above it.

"Skwo..."

So this Skwovet had no choice. After secretly hiding two more cubes for itself, it distributed the remaining energy cubes with a "tragic" expression.

Honestly, these energy cubes were the most delicious thing this Skwovet had ever eaten in its life!

And it wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

Soon, Johan hadn’t walked far when excited exclamations from Skwovet echoed from the giant tree’s canopy.

They all asked the original Skwovet where these good things came from.

It immediately pointed toward Johan.

"Teacher Johan, why did you come back?" Flint looked somewhat puzzled at Johan returning to the lakeside from the giant tree hill.

He had thought Teacher Johan would be like Moltres, paying some food as a price to gain permission to enter the giant tree’s canopy and investigate.

"Let the energy cubes fly for a while."

Johan smiled.

Entering the canopy and cutting a few valuable branches were two different concepts.

Moreover, compared to the giant tree whose purpose was still unknown, Johan was more interested in the berry trees scattered everywhere.

Most of Ballimere Lake’s area was plains, but there were also clusters of berry trees growing densely together.

Unlike Three-Point Pass’s sparse berry trees, the berry trees here mostly clustered together.

At a glance, there were abundant fruits everywhere—red, blue, yellow, green...

If Johan hadn’t stopped them, his Pokémon would have pounced long ago.

Such dense berry groves also meant many smaller, immature berry trees were "suppressed" under several vigorously growing berry trees.

Light was blocked and soil nutrients were taken—these berry trees were destined never to fully mature.

And these berry trees were exactly Johan’s target.

This saved him the trouble of planting seeds and greatly reduced their growth time. With proper transplanting, they could create a decent berry grove back on his island.

At the same time, removing these berry trees that couldn’t grow would allow soil nutrients to be better absorbed by mature berry trees, producing bigger, fuller fruits.

It was killing two birds with one stone.

Then Johan picked up a small shovel temporarily forged by Tinkaton and led his little ones to dig up those small berry trees.

Originally, nearby wild Pokémon were still wary, afraid Johan would dig up the berry trees they depended on for survival or take all the berries away.

Later, seeing Johan and his group were digging saplings, which was undoubtedly good for the berry groves, they immediately let down their guard.

Some bolder wild Pokémon even came to help, speeding up the sapling excavation process.

However, while Johan was busy transplanting and digging, some little ones who weren’t good at this went off to play on their own.

Like Tyranitar, Urshifu, and Dragonite—these larger ones, or those attracted by certain factors, didn’t participate. Gengar was among them too.

What attracted them was the ocean outside Ballimere Lake plains.

This place was at Galar region’s southernmost point. A bit further south was the ocean.

However, because Crown Tundra itself had relatively low temperatures, the surrounding waters were more or less covered with ice layers, and the underwater terrain was quite complex, preventing ships from easily approaching.

It had become a natural barrier isolating this place from the outside world.

"Ka-kaah?"

As soon as it approached the sea surface, Gengar seemed to sense something. It pulled the reins tight to stop Spectrier’s steps, then loosened them slightly, and Spectrier rose into the air.

Gengar lifted its sunglasses, squinting as it looked down at the sea surface from above.

Its eyes suddenly brightened as it called out.

"Ka-kaah!"

Speaking, it immediately headed toward the seabed despite Spectrier’s somewhat unwilling expression.

Dragonite and Urshifu exchanged glances and both jumped into the sea. The piercing seawater didn’t make them feel cold but instead invigorated them.

"Bangi!"

Tyranitar stood on the cliff, looking at the vast ocean with hands on its hips, but didn’t jump in with them.

So frustrated!

It could only sit helplessly on the cliff, casually digging up some hard rocks and "fiercely" gnawing on them.

At this moment, Tyranitar had decided it absolutely had to learn the move "Surf"!

Meanwhile, Gengar, Dragonite, and Urshifu who had jumped into the ocean soon discovered an old, decaying sunken ship at the bottom of the deep sea.

Just looking at the ship’s style, you could tell it definitely had some age—it was even an old-fashioned sailing ship.

The same thought immediately popped into all their minds—treasure!

They excitedly swam toward the sunken ship on the seabed. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Gurgle gurgle—

Bubbles churned underwater.

Some wild Pokémon living near the sunken ship scattered after sensing Spectrier’s aura, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Some wild Pokémon swam away and hid nearby to watch, not knowing what these sudden intruders wanted to do.

The closer they got to the sunken ship, the more Gengar could feel ghostly aura rushing toward them.

Sunken ships and ghosts often went hand in hand.

The little ones weren’t surprised by this.

"Ka-kaah~"

Gengar waved its hand, and Urshifu and Dragonite immediately swam toward the bow and stern respectively, while Gengar led Spectrier straight to the ship’s cabin.

Their task distribution was so skilled, their coordination so seamless, that even Johan would probably be secretly amazed if he saw it.

How many "missions" had Gengar’s "outlaw squad" been on?

Bang!!

Soon, sounds came from the bow direction.

It turned out Dragonite had encountered Dhelmise living on the sunken ship when approaching the bow!

A Ghost and Grass-type Pokémon that looked like a ship’s wheel and anchor combined, wrapped with green seaweed and having gauge-like eye structures.

Despite being Ghost and Grass-type, its ability was "Steelworker," similar to Regidrago’s "Dragon’s Maw"—when using Steel-type moves, power increased by 50%.

Dhelmise was said to be a Ghost-type Pokémon formed when seaweed drifting on the seabed absorbed parts of sunken ships and was reborn. Its chain-like seaweed could extend hundreds of meters like iron chains, making it quite troublesome in the ocean.

Any sunken ship with some age inevitably had Dhelmise inhabiting it.

Additionally.

Dhelmise had very close relationships with Mareanie and Dragalge. Where Dhelmise existed, there was usually a high probability that Mareanie and Dragalge lived there too.

Sure enough, as soon as Dragonite conflicted with Dhelmise, two Dragalge rushed out from tangled seaweed.

However, obviously not all Pokémon could be like the Skwovet on the giant tree, having strength to face legendary Pokémon directly.

Although Dragonite’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, dealing with this Dhelmise and two Dragalge was still very simple.

Urshifu, who entered from the stern, also encountered a bit of trouble.

It met two Cursola.

Being Ghost-type Pokémon was somewhat constraining for Fighting-type Urshifu.

But the impact wasn’t major.

After all, they came here to treasure hunt, not to go on a killing spree.

Only Gengar and Spectrier, because of Spectrier’s presence, had no wild Pokémon dare approach them, entering the sunken ship very smoothly.

Even because both were Ghost-type Pokémon, Gengar and Spectrier had immediate reactions upon entering the sunken ship.

"Neighhhh——"

Even the normally silent Spectrier showed some excited emotional fluctuations.

In the dilapidated cabin, with seaweed and wood pieces floating everywhere, following the decaying stairs down, Gengar acted very cautiously, getting off Spectrier and leading it down step by step on tiptoe.

It wasn’t afraid of anything, but rather...

Since this was treasure hunting, in such a suitable environment and atmosphere, naturally they should act like treasure hunters.

Immersion—understand Gengar’s sense of immersion?

They encountered nothing along the way. After several twists and turns and taking a few wrong paths, they finally reached the sunken ship’s lowest cabin.

"Neighhhh——"

Spectrier’s thick dark purple mane spread in the water as it gently snorted toward a corner box covered in moss.

Strangely, despite being underwater, Spectrier could still snort.

Gengar’s attention was immediately drawn to a round table in the cabin’s center.

It was also covered with seaweed, and the entire round table was wooden, looking like it would crumble at a touch.

But on the round table sat what appeared to be an exquisite pink tea set—a teapot and two cups!

All pink.

You could tell at a glance they were valuable.

"Gulp—"

Gengar swallowed, its eyes gleaming with stars.

"Ka-kaah! (´∀`)"

Treasure!

Heaven knows, after so many treasure hunts, it had finally found proper treasure in a proper treasure hunt!

So difficult!

Gengar immediately reached out, black shadows extending from its hand to grab the entire tea set.

A tea set!

And it looked like porcelain too.

This was perfect for it!

Gengar was already imagining using this tea set to brew Energy Root tea.

Just thinking about it was wonderful!

Spectrier couldn’t help glancing at Gengar.

Wait, as a ghost, couldn’t you sense what these teapots and cups actually were?

But it didn’t say anything. After all, Gengar didn’t need to fear ghosts. It just gently turned its head, tugging the reins to indicate Gengar should look at the corner box.

"Ka-kaah~"

At this moment, Gengar had already put on swimming goggles. Regarding the box Spectrier pointed to, it naturally wasn’t completely oblivious—that rich Ghost-type aura was the most concentrated place in the entire sunken ship.

Gengar had just been attracted by the tea set on the table first.

It approached and gently patted the moss-covered box, immediately producing dull metallic sounds.

At the same time, as it patted, waves of Ghost-type energy poured out, as if trying to envelop Gengar.

But Gengar opened its mouth wide and, along with seawater, swallowed all this Ghost-type energy in one gulp.

Then.

The box went quiet.

"Ka-kaah?"

Gengar scratched its head, looking at Spectrier.

Spectrier turned its head away with an expression of "don’t look at me, I don’t know either."

"Draaa?"

"Garruu~?"

Dragonite and Urshifu arrived one after another.

They had searched around but couldn’t find anything valuable.

"Ka-kaah!"

Move it!

Gengar immediately waved its hand grandly.

Better not open it in the sea—if there were good things inside and seawater rushed in to destroy them, they should move it up first.

Dragonite and Urshifu exchanged glances and immediately grabbed the box from left and right.

It was quite heavy.

At least much heavier than they had expected.

Then Gengar’s group didn’t linger in the sunken ship and swam toward the surface.

After they left, the previously frightened wild Pokémon slowly returned.

They seemed to sense that the cold, eerie aura that had been constantly disturbing them from the ship’s depths was gone, and these wild Pokémon immediately became cheerful and happy.

Such good people...

Clang!

The metal box landed heavily on the ground.

Johan’s head was full of question marks as he looked at what Gengar and the others had suddenly brought out, momentarily confused.

He had just finished the first batch of sapling excavation and sat down to rest when Gengar and the others gave him this "big surprise."

"What is it?"

"Ka-kaah~Ka-kaah~"

"Draaa~Draaa~"

"Garruu~"

Then Gengar, Dragonite, and Urshifu, one by one, chaotically described their previous sunken ship treasure hunting experience.

Fortunately, Johan was used to his Pokémon’s cacophonous style and quickly extracted useful information, then arranged and combined it himself.

Sunken ship?

Johan was stunned.

With Crown Tundra’s surrounding thick glaciers, how could ships navigate here?

But thinking about it.

Without sinking a few ships, how would ancient people know this place was inaccessible?

Hearing Dragonite mention encountering Dhelmise and Dragalge, and Urshifu mentioning Cursola.

"Cursola... sunken ship..."

Johan couldn’t help thinking of the ghost pirate Pokémon hunter group he’d encountered during the Sea Temple incident, whose bearded leader had a Cursola.

Following that lead revealed some connection to the Galar region.

Now thinking about it...

Ships could hardly approach here, but if it were submarines, that would be different.

However, Johan didn’t think deeply about it, finally looking back at the seaweed-covered metal box before him.

Violent disassembly would be simplest, but what if there were really good things inside?

"Open it and see," Johan said.

"Ka-kaah~"

Gengar stepped forward, stuck a finger into the box’s keyhole, pouted its lips and twisted left and right. When it pulled its finger out, it had already formed into a key shape.

Then Tinkaton stepped in.

"Cha~"

Using Gengar’s current finger-key as a template, with Ceruledge providing charcoal fire to heat metal and Tinkaton swinging its hammer.

Soon.

A brand new key that fit this treasure box was forged.

"So, so skilled..." Flint nearby sighed.

Johan’s cheek twitched slightly.

Understand what professionalism means?

Was Gengar’s "outlaw squad" called that for nothing?

Infiltration, lockpicking, violent entry, etc.—they had it all.

Click—click—

Gengar rubbed its palms together, inserted the key into the keyhole, and gently turned it a few times. With mechanical sounds, the box opened.

"Holy crap!" Flint was the first to exclaim in shock.

Even though Gengar and the others had some guesses, they now stared wide-eyed with mouths agape.

Even Johan stood there amazed, looking at that box more than half full of... gold coins!

"Teacher Johan, we’re, we’re rich," Flint murmured.

There had to be at least three or four hundred gold coins in that box!

Underwater sunken ship treasure hunting could be this profitable?

Flint couldn’t help looking at his Infernape.

"Ku! (▼皿▼)"

Infernape glared fiercely at Flint with a menacing expression.

Me, diving?

And you’re a Fire-type trainer!

Flint sheepishly looked away.

However, after Johan’s initial surprise, he noticed these gold coins’ special characteristics.

He stepped forward and casually picked one up.

Heavy.

Definitely gold coins.

But...

"These are Gimmighoul Coins," Johan said.

Gimmighoul Coins?

"Ka-kaah!"

Gengar suddenly understood, sticking out its tongue to reveal an almost identical "Gimmighoul Coin."

This was one they’d obtained before.

"Gimmighoul?" Flint asked puzzledly.

"A special ancient Pokémon."

Ding—

Johan flicked his finger, tossing the gold coin back into the box.

Gimmighoul was a Pokémon registered in the Paldea region’s Pokédex, lurking in various corners of the Paldea region. It was said that when people approached, it would use Ghost-type energy to drive them to help search for gold coins.

Gimmighoul needed to collect 999 such coins to evolve into Gholdengo!

A Steel and Ghost-type Pokémon, a regular in competitive battling.

However.

The coins being "Gimmighoul Coins" was correct, but that didn’t mean they had no value.

Setting everything else aside, these were gold coins!

And gold coins with historical value.

If they encountered collectors, their value would undoubtedly be even higher.

When they were truly down and out with empty pockets, selling these gold coins wouldn’t be a bad way to supplement household expenses.

"Put them away first."

Since they were "Gimmighoul Coins," Johan wasn’t surprised Gengar had found them.

Just as he finished speaking, seeing Gengar not only didn’t move but also showed a smiling expression indicating there were more treasures, Johan asked with some surprise:

"There are more good things?"

"Ta-da ta-da ta-da~!"

Gengar didn’t hide anything and immediately produced the tea set it treasured!

A pink teapot and two pink cups.

"Sinistea and Polteageist?" Johan was stunned.

"And they’re all shiny?"

Looking at them in water seemed exquisite, but taking them ashore revealed these tea items all had chips.

Those two broken teacups had obvious eye and mouth-like strange patterns, with thick purple liquid flowing in the middle like slime. Looking carefully, you could see it was still flowing in spiral patterns.

"Gengar, did you just brew tea?" Flint looked at the purple liquid with curiosity.

Johan’s expression was strange.

Looking at the teapot.

Its patterns were similar to the teacups, obviously belonging to the same "set," just without eye and mouth-like outlines.

The teapot’s lid had some cracks and chips, and its wall had a medium-sized gap plugged by the same purple liquid-like substance inside.

This was exactly Sinistea’s evolution, Polteageist!

Just as Flint picked up a teacup to take a small sip, and Johan was observing Polteageist, the pot’s lid suddenly opened. A small purple creature cautiously poked its head out to look around.

Just as it met Johan’s gaze, it immediately shuddered and retracted.

Like a hermit crab.

"Ka-kaah?!"

Gengar’s voice immediately rose several octaves.

Earlier it had focused more on the tea set’s appearance, plus interference from the Ghost-type energy released by a box of "Gimmighoul Coins," so it hadn’t carefully examined this tea set.

Now seeing the purple, slime-like little figure emerging from the teapot, if it still couldn’t react, it wouldn’t be Gengar.

These were actually three Pokémon?!

Gengar was greatly shocked.

"Pfft—"

Flint suddenly spat out a mouthful, his face turning pale as he stared at the teacup in his hand.

"So, so bitter!"

Johan glanced at him, confirming Flint only found it bitter and hadn’t been invaded by anything that drained his energy, then relaxed and said:

"This is Sinistea, a Ghost-type Pokémon. You weren’t drinking tea—you were drinking its body."

"Ah, ah?!"

Flint stood there dazed.

Didn’t this mean... he had eaten a Pokémon?

Johan saw his thoughts and couldn’t help laughing: "Drinking a little is fine. If it were Sinistea’s trainer in a good relationship..."

"It would taste good?" Flint interjected.

"No, you just wouldn’t have your energy drained. No one can swallow Sinistea’s tea," Johan couldn’t suppress his teasing tone.

Flint: "..."

"As for Polteageist."

Johan picked up the teapot, gently shaking it. The purple little figure inside immediately poked its head out again.

"The black tea brewed by Polteageist has a unique taste and aroma. The flavor and scent are very distinctive. Many people are quite enthusiastic about it, though drinking too much inevitably causes diarrhea and stomach discomfort, yet some people still enjoy it."

Of course, this was also under the premise of establishing a good relationship with Polteageist.

Johan held the teapot overhead, looking underneath, and found a small stamp.

At the same time, under the Sinistea in Flint’s hands, he also saw a stamp. The remaining Sinistea was the same.

"Wow, they’re all authentic?" Johan said.

"Authentic?"

Flint imitated Johan, picking up the teacup to look at the stamp underneath.

"Sinistea and Polteageist are somewhat like hermit crabs—it’s the purple substance entering cups and teapots that becomes these Pokémon."

Johan began explaining.

"So many people specially prepare special teacups and teapots, waiting for them to become Sinistea and Polteageist."

For Sinistea to evolve into Polteageist, the purple liquid in the cup had to crawl into a prepared teapot to complete evolution.

"But among so many teacups and teapots, there are naturally authentic and counterfeit ones. Those with stamps underneath are authentic, with extremely high collectible value."

"Though as Pokémon, there’s actually not much difference."

But one Polteageist and two Sinistea, all authentic and all shiny—this rarity was obvious!

Combined with the box of "Gimmighoul Coins" Gengar and the others had found.

This sunken ship probably didn’t belong to ordinary people—it was likely some ancient noble or even royal vessel.

Flint caught the key point in Johan’s words and asked quietly:

"Teacher Johan, what if that purple liquid didn’t enter teacups or teapots but entered a toilet instead?"

"Pfft—"

Infernape, who had just taken a sip of water, sprayed it out.

It gave Flint a look that said "you’re unbeatable."

Johan’s expression was strange. After being stunned by Flint for two seconds, he finally said quietly:

"I suggest you try that in the future, Toilet King."

The Pokémon world was full of wonders. Even Nincada could evolve and split into Ninjask and Shedinja.

Could such things be explained clearly?

Flint scratched the back of his head, feeling like his brain was about to grow.

Johan returned all the Sinistea and Polteageist to Gengar. "Keep them."

He wasn’t planning to release them back to nature.

Or rather, Sinistea and Polteageist didn’t really have a "return to nature" concept.

Whether Sinistea or Polteageist, both hoped to be drunk, which is why so many people deliberately set up tea sets waiting for them to transform.

So compared to the dark, underwater sunken ship, taking them away was actually helping them.

"Ka-kaah!"

Gengar wasn’t scared off by Flint’s earlier spitting or Johan’s explanation.

As a ghost, it didn’t fear having its energy absorbed.

Moreover.

Sinistea’s tea might be bitter, but didn’t Johan say Polteageist’s brewed tea would be more flavorful?

Besides, Sinistea was only bitter because of the purple liquid inside. If you poured more tea into it, would it still be bitter?

It treasured the teapot and teacups.

Finally, its painstakingly developed "Energy Root tea" had obtained worthy tea sets!

Polteageist cautiously poked its head out again, only to see a sinister, cold, terrifying big face grinning wickedly. It immediately shuddered and quickly retracted, the pot lid and body colliding with crisp, pleasant sounds.

Gengar’s smile grew wider.

This "shell withdrawal" technique was quite skilled.

It happily stored all the tea sets in its shadow.

Being fellow Ghost-type Pokémon, its shadow was an excellent resting place for Polteageist and Sinistea.

Night fell.

The previous liveliness quieted with nightfall. Except for the faint sounds of waves lapping the shore and some rustling small movements, Ballimere Lake plains suddenly became exceptionally quiet.

Wild Pokémon living nearby gradually returned to their nests to rest, waiting to fall asleep in this especially safe environment.

In such a wonderful place, not camping and cooking outdoors would feel like a waste of the environment.

So Johan immediately set up tents, assembled his various miscellaneous equipment, and built a campfire.

Flint was single and borrowed a tent from Johan, then sat eagerly by the campfire waiting for Johan to prepare dinner.

Tonight’s dinner was curry.

Johan used to dislike curry quite a bit, but after contact and making it himself a few times, he discovered it wasn’t that he disliked it—he disliked others making it.

Curry made according to his own taste was actually quite good.

The key point was.

Curry paired with everything. For such a large family, cooking one big pot of curry solved everything.

If that wasn’t enough, just add more potatoes, carrots, and such—win through quantity.

See.

Not only were his own Pokémon attracted by the curry’s aroma, even the group of Greedent and Skwovet from the giant tree were drawn over by the curry’s scent.

Pairs of small eyes watched that whole pot of fragrant curry, carefully swallowing their saliva.

Johan smiled slightly.

He had already calculated this group of Skwovet into his plans.

Not just them—any nearby wild Pokémon bold enough to come out wanting to eat, he could share some with them.

As for whether there was enough...

Not enough? Just make another pot—it wasn’t a big deal anyway.

During the day, quite a few wild Pokémon had helped dig saplings together.

At this time.

Flint, holding his bowl and waiting, suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the night sky.

"Teacher Johan, look quickly—shooting stars!"

Looking in the direction of the sound.

Two crimson beams were seen streaking across the sky, falling toward them.

Johan raised an eyebrow.

These weren’t shooting stars at all.

They were clearly... Galar particles!

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