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Town mayor of Mishima's gaze fell on the Growlithe, and a hint of deep understanding and sympathy appeared in his eyes. He watched the Growlithe pacing nervously in the mist, looking very tense and uneasy. It seemed like some memories flashed through his eyes, as if he was recalling something distant. He turned to Arthur and said, "This dense white fog, along with the unfamiliar and indifferent environment, must be very frightening for Growlithe."
Continuing on the topic, he said, "The environment here is indeed very unique, and many foreign Pokémon find it difficult to adapt. Perhaps it's because the native Pokémon here are mainly Ghost-type and Dark-type, and their atmosphere and energy are a bit too cold and gloomy for Pokémon of other types. I think this is also the mystery and horror of this small town."
Arthur listened to the explanation of the town mayor of Mishima and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He crouched down and gently stroked the head of the Growlithe, trying to convey some comfort and trust. His gaze was gentle, and he softly said, "It's okay, Growlithe. We are very safe."
The Growlithe seemed to feel Arthur's reassurance, but still maintained a cautious attitude, barking at the town mayor of Mishima from time to time. Arthur smiled helplessly, then returned the Growlithe to its Poke Ball.
Town mayor of Mishima looked at the interaction between Arthur and the Growlithe, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. It seemed that he might understand in his heart that this kind of trust and reliance was the manifestation of a special relationship between humans and Pokémon. His eyes seemed to carry some memories of the past and worries about the future. He pointed to the road ahead and said, "Let's go back to town and let you rest. It must have been a hard day for you, right?"
Guided by Town mayor of Mishima, Arthur slowly made his way through the thick white fog. His gaze involuntarily turned to the muddy path that the Growlithe had originally wanted to lead him to. The mud on the ground was full of their previous anxious footprints, which looked somewhat eerie in the fog. Arthur turned to Town mayor of Mishima and asked in confusion, "Where does that muddy road lead to?"
Town mayor of MishimaGlancing at the muddy area, a subtle contradiction and depth appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath and answered in a distant voice, "That is the road to the ancient Pokémon graveyard. It is a site left from the first Pokémon war, with a history of one or two hundred years. Countless fallen Pokémon are buried there, making it a place filled with mystery and shadow."
His words revealed a deep respect and unspeakable sorrow for the past. He continued slowly, "You may not believe in the supernatural, but the negative energy there is real. The locals know that it is wise to avoid that area, especially when night falls or when fog envelops the surroundings. Especially on a day like today, with the fog thickening, it is very dangerous to get too close."
Arthur listened to the description of the town mayor of Mishima and felt a chill creeping up his spine. In his mind, he imagined the gloomy burial mound, the lingering souls of fallen Pokémon, and the unknown fears possibly hidden in the mist. He nodded in understanding and then followed closely behind the town mayor of Mishima. He faintly noted this mysterious and eerie land in his heart, perhaps one day in the future, he would have the opportunity to explore that place full of mystery and history.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the white mist, leaving only the silent muddy road, seemingly waiting for another group of brave souls to seek the secrets lost in time.
With the guidance of the town mayor of Mishima, Arthur crossed through the thick white fog, his heart filled with anticipation and nervousness for the unknown. They walked on an ancient stone path, and with each step, it seemed to lead him deeper into the heart of this mysterious little town. Before long, they arrived at a seemingly old but very tidy wooden house. The town mayor pointed to another house next to the wooden house and said, "This is my home, and you will stay in the wooden house next to mine. This way, if you have any questions or need help, you can come find me at any time."
Before he finished speaking, he mentioned Arthur's car: "Your car will be parked in front of the police station for now. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the police station together to retrieve it."
Later, the town mayor of Mishima briefly introduced the surrounding environment to Arthur. He pointed to a distant road and said, "We are currently located in the northeast corner of Lavender Town. If you want to go to the town center, just follow this road leading southwest. This road is the only way to the town center, so you won't get lost as long as you follow it."
He solemnly reminded Arthur, "However, I have to tell you that the residents here are still somewhat wary of outsiders. I suggest you not to intrude into their territory without reason, to avoid unnecessary trouble. If you need anything, it's best to come to me."
Arthur listened to the introduction and reminders from the town mayor of Mishima, feeling the uniqueness of the small town and the conservatism of its residents. He nodded in understanding and thanked the town mayor of Mishima, saying, "Thank you, town mayor of Mishima, I will be careful."
The town mayor of Mishima smiled, opened the door to the neighboring wooden house, and handed Arthur a key, indicating that he could go in and rest. Arthur walked into the wooden house, feeling a bit tired. Although the house was small, it was decorated very warmly, with a small fireplace, a few logs of firewood, a comfortable single bed, and a small table. On the table was a classical lamp emitting a soft light, illuminating the entire room.
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