Pokémon: I am really a civilian trainer

"Third Grandfather, I..."

The timid words of the little fat boy Abe brought old man Aaron back to reality.

The angry expression on old man Aaron disappeared instantly, revealing a kind expression as if bathed in the spring breeze. He rubbed the little fat boy's head and said, "Is it scary? Third Grandfather is either angry with you or suddenly a little angry. You are the best. Did you not understand anything that Teacher Emira said in class today? And how is your Wimpod Pokémon egg?"

The little fat boy nodded slightly, thinking of something and said, "Third Grandfather, this morning, the egg of Wimpod suddenly vibrated a few times. Is it about to hatch?"

Old Man Aaron rubbed his stubble and said, "The specific hatching of different Pokémon eggs is somewhat different. Generally speaking, your Wimpod Pokémon egg will hatch within five days."

The little fat boy jumped twice with excitement, and then he couldn't help but admire him and said, "Third Grandpa, that Mark really brought back a lot of Caterpies..."

"I told you not to mention that brat I don't even know, why are you still mentioning him?"

Old man Aaron glared at the fat boy and rubbed his forehead. He felt extremely annoyed when he thought of that kid Mark.

He clearly told Mark repeatedly not to run around, and told him to go to the tomato garden the next morning to help drive away snakes and get acquainted with the villagers.

As a result, the next morning, Mark was gone, leaving him only a note.

You know, he was already prepared in his heart. Mark was a wild kid, so he thought it would be enough to keep Mark at home for one day.

As a result, Mark didn't even stay for a day and disappeared on the spot.

Actually, it's okay to disappear.

Mark had survived in the wilderness for many years, so he shouldn't be worried, but how could he not be worried because of the pomelo tree?

In fact, during the days when Mark disappeared, he took the time to go to Clear Creek Forest to look for Mark twice, and asked the forest ranger Akang to help keep an eye on him.

The result was obvious. In the vast forest, Mark was not like an ordinary insect catcher who just wandered around the village. Naturally, he did not find any clues.

Well, it's not like we didn't find anything.

He accidentally picked up a yellow armband with a lightning logo, which was owned by the Thunder Group that had been causing a lot of trouble recently.

It would have been fine if he hadn't seen this thing. After seeing it, Old Man Aaron became obviously more worried.

It was precisely because of the above reasons that when Old Man Aaron heard the news that Mark had reappeared, he felt relieved, but soon became furious.

Of course, in addition to anger, another emotion appeared in Old Man Aaron's heart. He actually felt inexplicably proud and complacent.

After being angry for a while, Old Man Aaron suddenly asked, "Great-grandson, the brat you just mentioned who I don't know, you said he brought back a lot of Caterpies, how many did he bring back this time?"

The little fat boy Abe started fiddling with his fingers.

"A lot, a lot!"

The fat boy couldn't count the number, so he opened his arms to gesture.

Old Man Aaron asked, "More than a hundred?"

The little fat man nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, more than a hundred!"

Old Man Aaron frowned: "More than a hundred Caterpies again?"

Mark brought back more than a hundred Caterpies before, which could be explained by luck. This time he brought back more than a hundred Caterpies. Could it be luck?

Old man Aaron was still thinking, and Clay, a profiteer at the door of the breeding base, seemed to smell something. He narrowed his eyes, suddenly smiled, and trotted to the west of the village.

After the fat profiteer ran away, Old Man Aaron suddenly realized something.

He didn't even care about the fat boy Abe next to him, and stood up and chased after the profiteer Clay.

Then, Old Man Aaron stopped in front of the gate of the breeding base.

——The door has been locked by Cody.

Glancing around along the gate fence, he could no longer see Cody. It was obvious that he had followed his instructions and had quickly gone to lock the gate.

"This idiot, he should have locked the door obediently. Can't he just take his time?"

The corner of Old Man Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. He glanced at the sharp wooden spikes above the gate, and then looked at his old arms and legs.

He wanted to use his super strength or flying legs to let the Pokémon carry him over the fence, but he felt that even with the help of the elf, this kind of wall-climbing action was beyond his ability at his current age.

Old Man Aaron finally ran to the back door of the breeding base and decided to go out from the back door...

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On the west side of Clear Creek Village, as Mark returned to the village with more than 200 Caterpies, he was soon surrounded by villagers.

The villagers' praise and admiration were beyond Mark's expectations.

From the words of the villagers, Mark heard a rumor.

It seemed that more than two hundred years ago, a powerful bug-type trainer emerged from Clear Creek Village. Like him, he also had the feat of capturing a group of Caterpies at one time.

However, as the topic went on, the villagers began to cover it up.

It seemed to be an order from the village chief, Old Man Aaron, that the villagers were not allowed to discuss this bug-type trainer from two hundred years ago.

In addition, Mark also heard some villagers' comments about his father Maro, saying that his father Maro was very good at catching insects when he was young and almost won a place in the insect catching competition.

Not long after, several young insect catchers arrived and shouted at him in amazement, saying that he must participate in the Insect Catching Conference in Fallen Leaf Province and become a disciple of Master Mackendi.

More than two hundred Caterpies made the insect catchers completely forget that they were beaten up by the fool, and they looked at Mark with admiration.

In fact, not only these insect catchers, but also the villagers looked at him with enthusiasm and friendliness.

It's nothing. As Clear Creek Village makes its living from the caterpillar textile industry, eight out of ten villagers used to be insect catchers when they were young. Seeing the feat accomplished by Mark, they were naturally full of goodwill.

Mark also learned more about the village's customs from the villagers' words.

Yes, in this village, if one can debut in the Bug Catching Tournament, it is much more glorious than being admitted to the Spirit Academy or joining a gym and becoming an apprentice.

Mark also had more guesses about Old Man Aaron's identity.

Although Uncle Aaron said that he was an insect catcher when he was young, Old Man Aaron took the insect catching competition far less seriously than ordinary villagers.

Mark speculated that Old Man Aaron either came to this village to live in seclusion with his elders, or he had traveled to various countries when he was young and was therefore knowledgeable.

Mark was still thinking when he suddenly saw a fat man with a beard running towards him from a distance.

The fat man is in his forties, looks honest and simple, and his eyes look extremely sincere.

"Young man...young man, I finally caught up, let me take a breath...by the way, this is for you first."

Mark took the business card handed over by the fat man. It had the words "Stone Town East Suburb Farmers' Market" printed on it, and the name was Clay.

"Mr. Clay, what are you doing?"

Clay panted for a while, took a deep breath and said, "200 pokedollars each, I want all your Caterpies!"

The surrounding villagers were in an uproar.

There was no other reason. The price given by Clay was simply too high, far exceeding the purchase price of wild Caterpies at the Clear Creek Village Caterpie breeding base.

An elderly villager came over and enthusiastically helped Mark bargain.

The price of 200 Pokédollars was already very high, but unexpectedly Clay further softened his offer, saying that a purchase price of 210 Pokédollars was also possible, and it seemed that there was a possibility of further loosening the offer.

"Little brother, you should be able to see my sincerity. 210 Pokédollars is really a lot."

Clay further persuaded.

Looking at the performance of the villagers around him, he already felt that he had won, but he saw the insect catching boy opposite him shaking his head.

Mark shook his head and said, "Sorry, this is not about money. I only sell these Caterpies to the Caterpie breeding base in Clear Creek Village."

"Little brother, you can really think about it again. I'll add another 5 Pokédollars, no, 10 Pokédollars..."

"Don't persuade me anymore. I won't trade with you."

Clay was about to say something else when he suddenly heard an angry shout from behind.

"Mark, you stinky boy, if you dare to sell Caterpies to this profiteer, I will have misjudged you..."