Pokémon the Second Reality

Chapter 350 Once (4)

That night, there may be a little girl huddled in a cold corner, letting her tears flow dry, but you don't know, I don't know, no one will know.

maybe.

the next day.

Erin walked out of the door of her small building, walked to the other end of the street, and walked into a bakery - as usual, she just looked a little lost.

The corners of her clothes were turned up and her hair was messy, as if she had just been taken out of the washing machine.

Little Irene looked up at Aunt Catherine's slightly grooved face with a pair of dull eyes, and asked softly

"How did my father die?"

"He was stung by a giant sting bee"

"I want details!"

Erin's eyes suddenly became sharper, although not much sharper.

It’s hard to imagine that this eleven or twelve-year-old girl has come out of the shadow of losing her father in just one night.

maybe.

But Aunt Catherine frowned.

Apparently she didn't want to talk about it because it would get in the way of her business.

However, she finally took Erin's little hand, took her to the back of the kitchen, and talked to her in a low voice

"Do you really want to know? This may make you doomed."

The little girl obviously didn't expect this matter to be so serious. She hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, her eyes showing determination.

"Okay." Aunt Catherine shook her head and lowered her voice. "Your father is following the team of a wizard named Wilson this time. At first, your father thought this was just an ordinary mission. Who It was expected that the wizard's destination turned out to be a ruins. In order to prevent him from leaking the secret, the wizard killed your father, and finally used him as a sacrifice to perform some evil ritual."

Aunt Catherine's tone was unusually calm, just like when she said, "Yesterday, the price of oil went up again."

After hearing what Catherine said, Irene's little face suddenly turned pale and pale.

Wizard, this mysterious profession not only represents evil, but also represents power.

But the next moment, a small fire ignited in her eyes, which was the flame of revenge.

"Thank you, Aunt Catherine." Erin bowed slightly, then turned and ran away, disappearing around a corner.

However, young Irene didn't think much about how Catherine knew so many things. She would be even more suspicious if she saw Catherine's weird smile after she left.