Chapter 1229: Spirit Communication Past

“Damn!”

Baimu suddenly sat up, bumping his head against Hydreigon’s thick belly, forcing him to fall back.

“Rarg!?”

The Hydreigon, shocked by the impact to its abdomen, woke up quickly, then lowered its head to look at the Trainer with a bit of grievance, but when it found out the Trainer’s attention was not on it at all, it restrained its expression.

Other Pokémon came over upon hearing the sound.

Baimu rubbed his temples, still recalling everything he had just dreamed about, unwilling to let go of any slight detail.

Luckily, the memory was very clear, and he hadn’t forgotten a bit from start to finish.

Unfortunately, the dream halted at a crucial time; logically, it should continue, right? Ghost-type Pokémon being crushed by rocks shouldn’t really happen.

After all.

Those people in the dream were really reckless; knowing how to use explosives properly is a vast knowledge, not just placing one kilogram here and two there and blowing it up like that.

Using explosives underground without fear of burying themselves alive!

He reached out to calm the large faces coming forward, simultaneously saying he was fine and closing his eyes, wanting to continue the interrupted dream.

But alas, after such a disturbance, he couldn’t fall asleep no matter how much he tried.

He got up and walked outside.

Just as Shanren was coming from a distance with a helmet on his protective suit, he saw him and said:

“You’re awake at the right time, things are almost ready below; remaining preparations are reinforcing while advancing inside. The bottom-level mine is complex in terrain, you need to stay safe.”

“Wait a moment.” Baimu took a deep breath, then asked: “Do you know why the bottom-level arena was closed?”

Shanren was puzzled and replied: “Why are you asking this? Do you think the Spirit Realm’s entrance is in the bottom-level arena? It might actually be possible; did you read the ‘Organization Establishment History’ I gave to you earlier?”

“… Only read a bit at the beginning.”

He suddenly realized something.

Shanren stated directly, “If you’d read it all, you’d know. The first batch of elders in the Rescue Organization came from the bottom-level mine and arena; they designed to destroy the arena back then, then escaped Pyrite Town during the chaos and established a base in the desert—”

Baimu murmured: “Lidi…”

“That’s right, Mr. Lidi, the founding leader of the Rescue Organization and also my father and teacher, taught me many things during the time they were free from Ergin’s persecution.” Shanren nodded respectfully.

So that’s why!

No wonder he felt familiarity.

The name of the founding leader of the Rescue Organization is well-known, as this retired elder fired the first shot against tyranny, aiming to save the future of the region.

Through enduring oppression, rising rebellion, and several resurgences of Shadow Team, Lidi and his partners gradually realized that to rescue this region, a comprehensive revolution from top to bottom was necessary, balancing consciousness and living environment, prepared for decades.

From nothing to having people everywhere in Ore Region.

Lidi’s life could be called legendary.

However.

That wasn’t the point.

The point is, he actually dreamed of Lidi’s escape from the bottom-level mine during his youth, and Lidi had a big brother!

Baimu looked at Furong, who waved at them from a distance, and said: “Things are a bit complex, accompany me into the mine, we can talk on the way.”

“Sure.”

Shanren, who intended to go down with him, nodded upon hearing this.

He returned all the Pokémon to their Pokeballs, leaving only Dragapult and Gengar, one invisible and the other lurking, to follow along as Baimu joined Furong in front of the mine.

Unexpectedly, as he approached, Furong wrinkled her cute little nose and said:

“Did you have a Spirit Communication Dream?”

“I did dream of some things.” Baimu nodded seriously, donned his protective suit helmet, and relayed what he dreamed to the two.

Meanwhile.

They boarded the elevator heading to the bottom-level mine; the machine’s rumbling didn’t disrupt Furong and Shanren’s attentive listening.

And when the elevator reached the bottom level, and the wide secure mine appeared before them, everything necessary had already been conveyed.

Furong decisively stated, “That Banette must be the Gatekeeper Pokémon; since it enabled you to have a Spirit Communication Dream, surely there’s a deep connection between you two.”

Shanren contemplated her words for a while, seeming to understand some crucial element, suddenly enlightened, he looked at Baimu, with a slight complexity in his expression, and said: “In the ‘Organization Establishment History,’ his portrayal is limited to the opening, but Teacher Lidi told me many things about him.”

“Remember, he never told the teacher his name; the teacher simply called him big brother and knew he came from outside, nothing else. But it’s said he inspired the teacher and others, who were merely miners at the time, making them yearn for freedom, leading to a series of plans.”

Amidst Baimu’s unsurprising expression, he said: “If I guessed correctly, he is very likely your—”

“Grandfather, Long He.”

Baimu spoke the name learned from the elder of Meteor Village.

A Trainer using Salamence, with some special bond to him, and the story happened at least decades ago during Mr. Lidi’s youth.

No matter how one thinks, it could only be the Dragon Tamer ancestor Long He, who left and never returned as mentioned by the village elder.

“Did grandfather… ultimately fail to escape from here?” Baimu asked Shanren in a low voice.

The latter patted his shoulder, comforting him: “Teacher told me Mr. Long He sacrificed himself underground in Pyrite Town for them.”

But in fact.

Baimu felt no strong sadness in his heart, having supposed emotional attachment to a grandfather he’d never met would definitely be false.