In the cabin, Whitley poked the little silver guy in front of him, frowning as he took him, one by one, on a roll.
"Is this little guy really a god?"
Whitley frowns and turns her head to look at Rope, who is looking up information on his Rotom.
"Yes, but not exactly. As long as something doesn't happen to Lugia and she falls, this little guy can never become a god."
Rope said as he shook his head.
"You said earlier that Manaphy produces Phione eggs. It's not from the other world, is it? Couldn't the godhood be inherited?"
Whitley frowned as she recalled the things Rope had told herself.
"The godhood can be inherited, Entei lost the chance to inherit the god position of the Entei clan when I became a god."
"And the godhoods of the Three Legendary Birds can be inherited just as well. The God of Fire, the God of Ice, and the God of Thunder have all existed for generations."
"But the First Class Gods I mentioned to you before are supposed to have existed for a long, long, long time amongst ages too long to examine. It's even possible that they've existed since the so-called creation."
Rope flipped through the information and said lightly.
"Aren't you a god now? No?" Whitley asked with some confusion.
"I'm just the new so-called god. Not matured yet... just recognized by Arceus. Other than that, the contact is minimal."
Rope also said helplessly, "And when have you ever seen a bunch of gods piling together for a meeting when they have nothing to do? They're all basically sleeping in their own turf."
[That's why Arceus is so busy...]
Rope spat mercilessly.
After all, someone has to work more to touch the fish. It was the law of conservation of work.
Whitley's poking and prodding finally pissed off little Lugia, who took a bite out of Whitley's fingertip.
Whitley let out a cry of pain, but instead of shaking off Little Lugia he shouted, "Let go! Loosen your mouth! I won't poke you anymore!"
But Little Lugia was dead set on not letting go.
"Rope! Rope! You've got to get him to let go!"
Whitley rushed back to call for Rope's help.
"The, let you teasing people. The little guy is already very restrained, or else you'd be even worse off if he directly hit you with his skills."
Rope didn't have the heart to say.
"Ahhh! I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"
Whitley hurriedly said.
Rope shook his head, and then spoke, "Okay, little one, let go, Whitley has also eaten enough lessons."
Little Lugia then let go, then hung in the air, looking down at Whitley, then raised her head like a general who had won a battle.
Rope beckoned, and then Little Lugia flew up to the table in front of Rope and rubbed an affectionate hand against Rope's.
"Why is he so affectionate with you?"
Whitley said, a little disgruntled, as she rubbed her fingers together.
"Probably because I don't bully him." Rope said as he rolled his eyes.
You still want to bully people and try to make them like you... what are you...
Elementary school kids? Expressing your liking by teasing?
Rope shook his head, but he was relieved to think that Whitley was a kid too.
After all, little Lugia and Whitley seemed to be at odds. But one is Lugia and the other is the one who accepted Lugia's blessing. There was actually a natural closeness between the two.
"What exactly is this little guy's strength? It's really dangerous enough to follow us around."
Whitley's fingers didn't hurt anymore, but she still asked with a palpitating heart.
"It's not a big problem, a first level god is a first level god after all."
Rope was not worried. The little one's self-preservation ability was still pretty good. At least the vast majority of people wouldn't do any harm to him.
Those that could pose a threat to the little guy's general ones would also sell Rope a favor. To offend Rope for little Lugia, who had an extremely long growth period and couldn't become an instant combatant...
A hundred-year plan doesn't even have such a long-term plan...
"It's over... Rope, when will we get to Cinnabar Island? "
Whitley said sullenly as she buried her face in the covers.
"Don't you slobber on my bed..."
Rope mumbled feebly to Whitley, then said, "I guess you've had enough fun, I've already said hello to Ming, and the ship will dock at noon tomorrow. This is still fast."
Whitley nodded, then said, "That's good, we can go to the hot springs on Cinnabar Island then."
"I'm really tired of being on the ship."
It wasn't really tired of playing, it was just simply running into too many informative things.
Rope shook his head, "You can't really be blamed for that, I'm the one who should be blamed by rights, after all, I basically caused all of this."
The sound of Whitley's soft even breathing came from the bed. On one side, little Lugia flew over curiously, then cocked her head at the sleeping Whitley, trying to open her mouth to wake her up.
With a flash of his figure, Rope flashed to little Lugia's side as a flame, then covered the little one's mouth. Then he shook his head at the little guy to signal him to keep quiet.
Then Rope let go of the hand covering the mouth of the little guy, and then gently bent down and picked up Whitley.
Princess hug, said how ambiguous hugging method, in fact, nothing touches the cleanest hugging method.
Rope carried Whitley to the other side of Whitley's room. Little Lugia opened the door for him.
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"Ming... how did you handle this?"
On the screen, a man who was still calmly looking at Ming, asked.
Ming frowned slightly and said, "Over here, Rope doesn't seem to have the intention to go back to the matter. But I think that the stricter the handling of this matter, the better. Otherwise, if Rope comes to the door again, he definitely won't be so favorable to talk."
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, it really should be handled seriously. Your father was too careless in his actions this time."
"Grandpa, this matter... you are also informed, right?"
Ming looked at the old man and took a deep breath before asking.
The old man on the screen was silent for a while, then said, "I know, but I also know that this matter shouldn't be known by people like Rope."
"Shouldn't Rope and the others be kept in the dark! This kind of thing is just the right thing to do...!!!!"
Ming could hardly contain herself as she growled at her grandfather.
She trembled, tears rippling in her beautiful eyes. It seemed that she had suffered a great betrayal.
Ming's grandfather, that old man took off his eyes, wiped them with a handkerchief in his hand, and brought them back. With a sharp gaze, he said, "Ming, the lessons that the family taught you are not the same as the lessons that Rope taught his students..."
"He wanted to make his students dare to face the darkness after witnessing it and break it. And you..."
"What we want is for you to learn about the darkness, you can loathe it or love it. But you can't break the darkness the same way they do, and you can't go into the darkness."
"You as the next successor to the company. You can only be neutral, the black has to be used and the white has to be used."
"That's the basic reason for letting you see the dark side of the company..."
"Your father did such a stupid thing, it seems that I didn't educate him well. That's why I'm going to teach you now..."
The eyes of the old man on the screen took on a cold and cruel look.
"Show darkness to your friends in the dark, and light to your friends in the light. And while your surface must be bright, your back can be dark and damp, or necessarily dark and damp."
"Got it?"
Ming looked at the stern old man on the screen for a moment, not knowing what to say... She locked eyes with her own grandfather and clenched her teeth tightly, as if desperately trying to hold something back.
Eventually two lines of clear tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.
"If you didn't get it... Ming, give up the identity of the heir. Give it up now and I can still save your life."
Ming's grandfather's eyes were cold and abnormal as he said this, as if he was half-emotional.
"I understand... chairman."
The old man nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's good that you understand, but I can't just trust you. Your father will pay the price, so just take his shift and manage it for now."
"Yes."
"Alright, I'll hang up now if there's nothing else, you come back quickly after dropping Rope off at Cinnabar Island."
With that, the old man was ready to hang up the phone.
"I now understand why mom and grandma hate you so much, Chairman..."
Ming whispered.
And when the old man looked up at her, she still had that lowered brow look. It was as if nothing had been said. The words were just an illusion...
The old man hung up the phone.
In the cabin, Ming's tears finally welled up.
The soundproofing of the room was very good, but Ming still didn't let out a loud cry. Low, muffled cries echoed in the room. It carried a sadness as if something was broken.
On the other side of the manor, the old man lowered his head the moment he hung up the phone, holding his head with both hands and sitting motionless.
And beside the old man, an old man dressed in butler clothes said with impatience, "Chairman, you actually... don't have to be like this... the company has been able to live without relying on this."
The old man still lowered his head and did not speak.
The butler also stopped speaking, only silent eyes with empathetic grief.
He had followed this man in front of him, had seen him hated by his mother, hated by his wife, hated by his son, hated by his daughter-in-law, and, ultimately, hated by his granddaughter...there shouldn't be anyone else who hated him.
But he also knew what this old man, back then, had relied on to bring everyone together...
"I have to... we're too weak... even if we've gotten to the point where we're like this, we're still too weak... "
The old man let out an almost mournful whisper.
"But, those who are stronger than us are just those..."
The butler said.
"But those that are stronger than us, we don't have the slightest ability to fight back... Agua... us, we're just a piece of fat meat. If anyone wants it, they can tear the meat off of us to satiate their stomachs..."
The old man said in near agony.
The butler wasn't talking, because that was the truth now...
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"Mom, as I recall the route was not going in the direction of Cinnabar Island."
The beautifully dressed young girl looked at her mother beside her and asked in confusion.
"Just think about it, who else could make the people on the ship so nervous but that Professor Rope who came on board from the lifetime VIP passage?"
Mother shook her head, helplessly explaining.
"We haven't had a chance to see Professor Rope yet..."
The young girl's eyes held a hint of regret.
"If it was yesterday, I think you could still go and have a chance encounter with Professor Rope... but after what happened yesterday, I think it's best if we stay away from Professor Rope..."
Mother's Eyes flashed with a trace of lingering fear, although they didn't know what kind of Pokémon that giant silver bird was, the intimidating pressure emanating from Professor Rope was not to be faked.
Such a person was not someone they could mess with.
"Your mother is not capable, and you don't have much else in the way of talent. The good thing is that you and I both have the same beautiful face."
That mother looked at her daughter with apologies in her eyes and a helplessness that hated her.
"We'll just have to go and be flowers in someone else's hothouse."
"But people like Professor Rope, there's no place in the greenhouse for us little flowers..."
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"Then I'll send it here, take care you two."
Mishiki looked at these two people and a bird in front of her and said solemnly and seriously.
"Alas, don't be so serious, Mishiki, although I don't know why Ming didn't come out to see us off, but this is good. I thought you'd be able to relax a bit without Ming around."
Rope said with a smile.
Mishiki smiled but just shook her head with a bitter smile. It was really hard for her to understand the brain circuits of the genius in front of her.
"Miss was in shock yesterday and wasn't feeling very well, so she had me come to see the two of you off. And to say sorry to you two.
Said Mishiki with a serious and proper bow.
Rope didn't wait for the bow to finish before he grabbed Mishiki and helped her up.
"There's no need to apologize. In fact, I basically had a guess as to why Sister Ming didn't come out to see me off... people... always have to make choices. Whitley and Sister Ming are different, and naturally have to see things differently."
Saying that, Rope shook his head, then looked at Mishiki seriously and said, "If you guys really have something to do, you can contact me. Sister Ming and I have known each other for a while, so I won't stand by and do nothing."
Mishiki looked at Rope's serious expression and took a deep breath before saying thank you again.
"Let's go, take care of yourselves."
Rope turned around and waved as she walked away.
"Bye Sister Mishiki," Whitley waved toward Mishiki, then waved again toward a porthole and shouted, "Bye Sister Ming!"
Ming hurriedly pulled the curtains closed; she hadn't realized that Whitley could still see her.
A little later, Mishiki walked into the room.
"Still spotted, why don't you just go down and say goodbye?Rope should be able to help you."
Mishiki said with a bit of a big grin instead of being respectful.
"You are much more relaxed." Ming looked at Mishiki and smiled.
"Now I'm not your butler, I'm your partner oh! You said I should do as I please, no backing out!"
Mishiki said glaring at Ming.
"Haha, I'm not going to back out." Ming said with a smile.
She looked out the window where Rope and the others had left.
"I will succeed..."