Pokemon: The Breeder's Farming Journey to Modernizing an Ancient World

"Phyllis, how is the establishment of the Pokémon Breeding House progressing?" Aven asked when she met him again.

With the Breeding House up and running and the knight selection competition in full swing, Aven had plenty of confidence. If people didn't want to be left behind in terms of power, the Breeding House offered the fastest route for improvement.

"The territory's financial issues are definitely no longer a problem," Phyllis replied, her expression complicated.

Looking at the faint smile on Aven's face, a sudden thought crossed her mind—had he planned all of this from the beginning?

"Lord Aven… was all of this part of your plan?" she finally couldn't help asking.

"Oh? What did you figure out?" Aven asked with keen interest.

Phyllis hesitated briefly, then shared the half-formed ideas she had in mind.

It was a vague theory—but it was close.

Aven was a little surprised by how sharp Phyllis's instincts were.

High salaries for patrol members, and policies that granted discounts to villagers—there was, of course, a deeper meaning behind them all. He was using the distribution of wealth to stimulate internal economic flow within the territory.

Back in the modern world, Aven had run his own Pokémon Breeding Facility and knew a fair bit about economics. What he was doing now was essentially stimulating consumer spending.

But the goal of stimulating spending wasn't the spending itself—it was to generate demand. Only with demand could industries flourish, allowing funds to circulate and a stable economic environment to form.

Money only holds value when it circulates. The more hands it passes through, and the longer it remains in circulation, the more value it creates.

If Aven had hoarded all the gold like other lords, the funds would have never flowed through the economy.

The villagers wouldn't have had enough income, and all the money would have gone back into the lord's coffers, barely covering their living expenses.

The result? A lord sitting on piles of wealth while his people went cold and hungry. How could a territory possibly develop under those circumstances?

Take the knight selection, for example—without money in their hands, even if patrol members wanted to buy services from the Breeding House, they wouldn't be able to afford it.

If that happened, their Pokémon wouldn't grow stronger, and the overall strength of the territory would stagnate.

That's why, in Aven's eyes, giving these patrol members generous salaries and letting them participate in the economy was far more effective and cost-efficient than trying to boost their strength through direct spending.

The same principle applied to the discounts given to villagers. A territory's development would inevitably involve every aspect of daily life, and infrastructure was bound to become the next major focus.

In economics, investment, exports, and consumption are known as the three driving forces of economic growth.

Right now, what he's focusing on the most is consumption, while exports and investments are part of his longer-term territorial development plans.

"Mm, yes, all of this is part of my plan. Money only has value when it's in circulation."

"Compared to me directly spending money to train those Pokémon and paying the salaries of patrol members, isn't this method more reasonable?"

"Besides, competition is what motivates people to improve. In such an environment, their strength will grow much faster."

Aven didn't explain all his knowledge of economics from his past life to Phyllis; he simply and clearly laid out his intentions.

Money only has value when it's in circulation—this phrase echoed in Phyllis's mind. She felt it carried a deep and inexplicable wisdom!

"If you're not busy, you can go help out at the Pokémon Breeding House."

"I think once you experience it firsthand, you'll better understand what I meant."

Aven didn't plan to say much more to Phyllis. He believed that once she was immersed in it, she would eventually understand the meaning behind his words.

"Ah, okay…" Phyllis replied, still a bit dazed.

After a moment, she suddenly remembered why she had come to see Aven in the first place—it was about Berrin. She immediately recounted the situation to him.

"He's here already? I didn't expect the export deal to come together so quickly."

Hearing this, Aven's eyes lit up.

Transactions within his own territory only counted as cash flow, but external deals were real profit!

Without delay, he hurried off with Phyllis toward the Pokémon Breeding House to meet with Sir Berrin.

At that moment inside the Breeding House, Sir Berrin was examining a bottle of growth fertilizer.

According to the rules of the Breeding House, each person could only purchase one bottle at a time, and he had bought one without hesitation.

"You're saying this stuff works on berries?" Sir Berrin asked with surprise.

He had first heard that the fertilizer could help Grass-type Pokémon grow from a spy he had planted in Fruitvale Village.

However, during his chat with the chatty Link, he had subtly confirmed this suspicion.

Now, he finally understood why the berries in Fruitvale Village grew so well. Besides cultivation techniques, the growth fertilizer might be the key factor.

"I never said the growth fertilizer is suitable for use on berries."

"I only warned you not to use it on them. High concentrations can cause seedling burn," Link hurried to explain. He had no idea how Sir Berrin had misunderstood.

"If high concentration causes seedling burn, then what about a low concentration?" Berrin pressed on.

Berry cultivation was a major industry for the entire Rise City. If the fertilizer truly promoted berry growth, its value would be enormous.

Link shrugged helplessly. "How should I know? I still suggest you don't try it recklessly."

This time, Sir Berrin fell silent, though his eyes flickered with thoughts, clearly forming a plan.

Creak.

Just then, the wooden door opened.

Aven entered the Breeding House with Phyllis.

Seeing him, everyone inside quickly greeted him respectfully, showing their deference to the Count.

"Sir Berrin, long time no see."

Aven motioned for everyone to rise and then turned his gaze to the Oddish in Sir Berrin's arms.

He nodded in satisfaction—it was clear from their close bond that Berrin genuinely cared for the Oddish.

This meant that Sir Berrin had the potential to become a proper Pokémon Trainer, which was the prerequisite for Aven to consider doing business with him.

Sir Berrin greeted him with a smile. "Earl Aven, it truly has been a long time."

After everything that had happened, it was surprising even to Berrin himself that they could now greet each other so peacefully.

But in the world of nobility, there are no eternal enemies—only eternal interests. As long as there's profit to be made, anything can be discussed.

"Mm, I know what you're here for," Aven said.

"So let's not beat around the bush. Tell me what you want."

Aven sat down at the table and gestured for Berrin to sit across from him.

Phyllis was slightly stunned at the scene. Although Aven usually seemed gentle, when it came to serious business, he exuded an unspoken charisma.

"I came to commission the training of some Pokémon and to purchase healing potions and growth fertilizer."

Berrin repeated his intentions.

Aven nodded. "Alright then, what Pokémon do you want to commission for training?"

Berrin paused, took a deep breath, and said, "I want you to help train the Oddish from my territory."

Everyone present—including Aven, Phyllis, Link, and Peter—was stunned.

They hadn't expected Berrin to commission Oddish for training.

Oddish held great significance in Fruitvale Village—it was Oddish and its evolved form, Gloom, that had helped protect the village through the winter.

Now Sir Berrin also wanted to train Oddish. Was he planning to form an Oddish squad similar to Fruitvale Village's?

"That's right. Oddish."

"I want one that can proficiently use Absorb, Sleep Powder, Stun Spore, and Poison Powder."

"If possible, I want your help in evolving them into Gloom."

"You can name your price—if it's acceptable, I'll agree to it!"

He gently stroked the Oddish in his arms, looking earnestly at Aven across the table.

Everyone else also turned to look at Aven with mixed expressions.

This was undoubtedly a huge business opportunity for the Breeding House. But they were also worried—if Berrin's strength grew too powerful, or if their training methods for Gloom leaked out…

"Alright, no problem!" Aven nodded slightly.

Upon hearing this, Berrin let out a long breath of relief and smiled. "Name your terms."

Aven nodded and held up one finger. "First, you need to make sure you've earned the Oddish's trust. You know the rules of the Breeding House."

Berrin agreed without hesitation—he had already prepared for this before coming.

"Second is the price. You know our services don't come cheap."

"To train an Oddish capable of using Absorb, Poison Powder, Sleep Powder, and Stun Spore with real combat effectiveness, it's 100 gold coins per Oddish."

Although he had mentally prepared himself for the cost, hearing the actual price still made Berrin inhale sharply. He nodded solemnly.

"And if it's Gloom?" he asked.

"Aven replied, "Evolving Oddish into Gloom isn't easy."

"If you want them to evolve, I'll set the timeline, and the cost will be 200 gold coins per Gloom."

He paused in thought. With his Vileplume, which had mastered Grassy Terrain, he could set up the necessary conditions for the evolution ritual.

Through that ritual, all participating Oddish could evolve into Gloom at once.

He had already raised many Oddish and planned to carry out the ritual soon anyway. Since Sir Berrin wanted to join, he didn't mind including him.

So, 300 gold coins for a well-trained Gloom wasn't a bad deal for Berrin.

After all, training a proper knight cost far more than 300 coins!

And for Aven, it was clearly profitable—the effort to train an Oddish was relatively small.

This showcased how valuable knowledge truly was across any era—it could continuously generate wealth.

What's more, helping Berrin raise a Gloom was only the beginning. To raise a full team, he'd need food, medicine, and services from the Breeding House.

For example, to eliminate Gloom's stench, it would need to learn Sweet Scent. Aven didn't believe Berrin would ignore that once he knew it was possible.

This would bring continuous revenue to the Breeding House.

In economics, investment, exports, and consumption are the three engines of economic growth—this deal was a textbook example of export!

He might even set up a new Breeding House in Berrin's territory and spread the Trainer system further, creating even greater profit!

And this was just his first export deal. Once other lords heard about it, they'd surely be interested as well. It would be great publicity.

"Alright, I agree to your terms."

After some hesitation, Berrin gritted his teeth and accepted.

In his mind, he pictured a knight battalion charging forward, collapsing one by one under clouds of Sleep Powder from a group of Gloom.

Although Aven's price was steep, compared to training a single knight, it was still a bargain—and faster to form a battle-ready team with even greater combat power.

(End of Chapter)