Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 427 The culprit

Therefore, the ancient family of Meteor People had actually already extended its hand into the alliance a long time ago.

As he thought about it carefully, a trace of cold sweat appeared on Shota's forehead.

Since he was the one who killed Qianli, it was very likely that he had been targeted.

No, there is a high probability that I escaped by luck, and the fact that I am still alive and well is proof of it.

However, Chitose's illegitimate son Ruby has become entangled with the Meteor People, and there is a high probability that the truth will be uncovered soon.

As the son of destiny in this world, he will definitely stand on the opposite side of himself, because the hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable.

So what I have to do now is to strangle it in the cradle before it grows up.

At the same time, the Meteor People are also a great disaster. One day, this big hand that secretly controls the life and death of the entire Hoenn will be eradicated.

What is giving Shota a headache right now is that, as a butterfly, he has already flapped his wings.

According to the Ruby and Sapphire chapter, if the guess is correct, in the original timeline, Chisato will awaken the super ancient Pokémon Rayquaza that originally lived in the Sky Pillar and become the hero who quells the fight between Kyogre and Groudon.

And when he becomes a hero, the position of the Four Heavenly Kings can be said to be secure. At this time, the ancient family of Meteor People can rely on him to enter the upper echelons of the alliance.

The future will be prolonged, disasters will be quelled, wars will not break out, and Hoenn will continue to be maintained with the autocracy of the aristocracy.

It seems that this butterfly has changed the entire timeline of Hoenn, and I seem to be the culprit of all the disasters.

Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

Suddenly, Shota felt as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him from behind, and the unknown fear made his breathing stagnate.

Gardevoir, noticing something strange happening to Shota, immediately kissed him on the forehead.

As I felt my brain gradually regain clarity, the feeling of being spied on gradually disappeared.

Only then did Shota begin to breathe deeply.

"Shota, what happened? You look very unhappy. What happened?"

Feeling the warmth coming from Gardevoir, Shota cuddled in her arms like a little bird, and then his somewhat uneasy voice came:

"Gardevoir, we will keep going."

"Ok?"

"Will you?"

Feeling the wetness on her chest, Gardevoir began to feel at a loss, but soon, an unknown force, just like that day in the hot spring, seemed to be a muscle, and she hugged Shota tightly in her arms, and kept stroking the back of Shota's head with her hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

In the early morning, volcanic ash was falling like white snow in winter, and it looked somewhat holy under the sunlight.

With the sound of the door being opened, Shota walked out of a simple house with a slightly tired look on his face.

However, when a soft and warm hand held his hand, the fatigue on his face quickly disappeared, and a new day began.

“Stinger, and Hokage, you must build a good relationship with Dr. Solance and provide support as much as possible. Of course, if necessary, you should not spoil him. Let him research hybrid rice as soon as possible. There are still many people waiting to have enough food.

Also, remember, we are no longer an evil organization like the Marine Team or the Magma Team. We must not only align ourselves with the organization, but also with the interests of the people. We must always put the interests of the people first and be people-centered. "

"Yes! Führer!"

Just as Shota stood up and was about to leave, a group of people rushed in.

"Prince, are you leaving just like that? Please stay a few more days. We haven't treated you well yet."

"Yes, yes, we haven't treated you properly yet."

Looking at the people in front of him whose eyes were full of admiration and respect for him, Shota couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sincerity of this group of people.

"Fellow villagers, I have a mission to accomplish and cannot stay here for long. I must leave.

We need to work hard, because only work can create happiness."

After saying these words, Shota planned to use teleportation to leave here, because facing such a large group of people, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, which was absolutely unacceptable for someone like him.

Just as he was about to leave, an old man suddenly jumped out from the crowd.

The old man's skin looked very dark, his face was full of wrinkles left by the years, and the calluses on his hands were layered upon layer.

He grabbed Shota's hand and was about to kneel down. Shota was startled and quickly used his superpowers to hold him steady.

The old man's eyes were filled with tears. He stared at Shota and said:

"Führer, you don't know that ever since your organization came here, we have fought against the local tyrants and distributed land. We have all been given our own land, and we are very motivated, and our lives are getting better and better.

Now, you came to inspect, and you left just like that after all the hard work. The villagers are upset.”

"Yeah, yeah."

The crowd echoed.

The old man continued:

“Since you want to leave, we won’t stop you because we know that there are more people who need your help.

But before you go, please accept the kindness of the villagers. "

As he spoke, the old man took out a Poké Ball from his arms, handed it to Shota, and then said:

"This is my grandson's Onion Duck. Please accept it and take it home to make soup to nourish your body."

Grandson: Grandpa, are you polite?

Sure enough, in the next second, a kid exclaimed in the crowd:

"My Farfetch'd!..."

Before the kid could finish his next words, the old man in front of Shota suddenly came in front of the kid, hit him on the head with a "screw" and did not forget to teach him a lesson:

"What's wrong with the Führer eating your duck? Don't yell at me here. We can't afford to lose this person."

Shota held his forehead and felt speechless for a while. He slowly walked to the kid, squatted slightly, and handed the Poké Ball back to him.

The old man wanted to stop him, but was discouraged by Shota imitating the words of a great man:

"Old man, this child also needs a companion. We also need companions in our lives. It's not right to do this. It's not right."

Afterwards, after some persuasion, the clean-handed Shota left with mixed feelings.