The Sixth Elder's na was Robert, but despite his na suggesting a sowhat scholarly temperant, he in fact ca from a military family and had a notoriously fiery temper. That was why he was slamming the table right in the middle of the Elder Council's eting.
The Grand Elder, Jas, said calmly: "They wouldn’t dare to take action."
If this had been a few years ago, Drakoria still had a rival—Celestria. But now, with Julian’s rise, Drakoria had undeniably beco the dominant power.
Even without Julian’s First-class Legendaries, Drakoria had seven Champions, surpassing Celestria in number.
The countries that were shouting about using force were just making empty threats. If anyone actually dared to take action, he’d write his own na backwards.
"I just can’t stand it. A bunch of clowns—if they really dared to attack, I’d actually respect them as n," Robert snorted coldly.
"Still, international relations must be maintained. This is the first ti such a secret realm has appeared. Let’s take the lion’s share, but leave so scraps for other countries," the Second Elder suggested.
Leaving aside Celestria, Anglia, and others, allies like Volkaria and Pannar—countries that had long maintained friendly relations with Drakoria—couldn’t just be barred from entering the Primal Secret Realm.
These nations established friendly diplomatic ties with Drakoria long ago, and over the years, no matter how Drakoria’s international standing changed, they had always stood by its side.
Even if part of it was out of mutual protection, it did not change the fact that they had always stood together with Drakoria.
That was why the Second Elder made this suggestion.
Other countries could be ignored—but their own allies could not be left disheartened.
"Agreed," the Third Elder nodded.
The Fourth and Fifth Elders also nodded along.
"First, let’s see if Regigigas is willing to pull the Primal Secret Realm over. If not, all our discussions are pointless," Jas said slowly.
On the large screen in the conference room, the scene of Julian and Regigigas was being broadcast.
As the saying went, "He who takes from another is bound by the favor." Regigigas truly felt sowhat awkward refusing Julian’s request, especially since what Julian had given was truly exceptional.
Not only did it taste good, but it also restored its stamina and energy.
It even felt that long-term consumption could enhance its strength.
So, facing Julian’s proposal, Regigigas said, "Yes."
Anyway, Julian had said it was just up ahead, not far away, so all it had to do was drag the Primal Secret Realm there.
The simple-minded Regigigas had no idea that so people's favorite phrases were "not far," "let's grab a al another day," "next ti," and "a bit later"—things that sounded small but actually implied infinitely vast asures of ti or distance.
Seven days later, Regigigas felt a bit confused. It had been pulling for seven days—why had they still not arrived?
"Are we there yet?"
"Almost, almost—it's just ahead," Julian said with a smile.
Over these seven days, he had stayed by Regigigas's side, guiding the way while chatting with it, hoping to learn more about the Primal Secret Realm.
But Regigigas claid it didn't know much, only that the secret realm was called the Primal Secret Realm.
It didn’t seem like Regigigas was lying, and given its status, it probably wouldn’t bother to lie anyway.
So Julian stopped asking and just kept up casual conversation with Regigigas.
Watching Julian so blatantly fool Regigigas, people around the world were both angry and anxious.
The Western Ocean was tens of thousands of miles away from Drakoria’s waters—incredibly far—yet Julian kept saying "almost there," which was utterly shaless.
Even Drakoria’s own citizens felt a bit embarrassed for their Champion.
But they themselves could say it—outsiders couldn't.
So Drakorian netizens engaged in "debates" with the foreign netizens.
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> "You all look so useless, so who’s to bla? Bla our Champion Walker for being too capable, you losers."
> "The Primal Secret Realm will belong to Drakoria from now on—just stay jealous."
> "Champion Walker is 28 cm, do you even asure up?"
> "Whoa, that’s so loaded information right there. Respect!"
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Even netizens from Babath and Wyvernia were now siding with Drakoria. In their view, since they had already beco Drakoria's "younger brothers," they were practically family.
And since they were family, maybe Drakoria would let them have a taste of the Primal Secret Realm too.
At the sa ti, Drakoria’s allied nations also received subtle hints from the Elders Council that they might be allowed a sip of the soup when the ti ca, so they all joined in flaming the other nations too.
Drakorian netizens took the lead, while netizens from other countries provided backup.
Another ten days passed, and Regigigas finally stopped, pointing forward in confusion.
"Is it still not ahead yet?"
Julian thought to himself, 'We’ve barely even started.'
But out loud he said, "It’s just ahead, Regigigas. We’re almost there."
"Are you tired? Here, have sothing to eat to restore your stamina."
As he spoke, he took out another box of exclusive Pokéblocks.
Regigigas didn’t refuse—and truthfully, it couldn’t bring itself to.
However, the three Regis beside it were looking at Julian with clear suspicion, seriously doubting whether this human was tricking their Lord.
But since their Lord hadn’t objected, they, as subordinates, naturally didn’t dare say anything.
"You guys must be tired too. Here, have so."
Julian also took out three boxes of Pokéblocks and handed them to the three Regis—though not the exclusive kind, but Top-grade Pokéblocks.
Top-grade Pokéblocks were already excellent; even his own Pokémon ate Top-grade ones.
If they ate exclusive Pokéblocks, he’d have gone bankrupt long ago.
Right now, only Zekrom and Reshiram ate exclusive Pokéblocks. Top-grade ones simply didn’t do much for them.
Even Top-grade Pokéblocks, though, were incredibly delicious to the three Regis.
Now they understood why their Lord was willing to be fooled by this human. With such good stuff, being tricked almost seed worth it.
After eating Julian’s offering, Regigigas said nothing more. It grabbed the chains once more and began dragging the Primal Secret Realm step by step in the direction Julian pointed.
Back at the Elders Council, they contacted Julian to ask if he wanted naval escorts.
Julian naturally refused. Warships would only be a burden and could potentially cause unexpected accidents. With him here, no one would dare cause trouble anyway.
tagross had long since spread its psychic energy outward. As soon as anyone entered within a hundred-kiloter radius heading in their direction, they would receive a warning from tagross in their mind.
If the other party insisted on ignoring it—then they could not bla tagross for showing no rcy.
And along the way, tagross had indeed dealt with over a dozen individuals with ill intentions—all of them Elites.
Julian couldn’t understand why these people were so eager to throw their lives away. They clearly knew they weren’t strong enough, yet still put their hope of survival in his hands.
Was he the kind of person who was easy to talk to? If you targeted his things—who else was suppose to die if not you?
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