Pokemon Settler

Before dawn, Rock climbed out of bed and started packing his luggage.

There was so much luggage that Geranium's saddle bag couldn't fit in it.

So his plan was still the old one. This morning he went to Sal Ranch to buy some sheep, and then he temporarily moved the sheep to the backyard of Pierre's house at noon.

Then he picked out some of the Meli sheep and rushed to Sarah's house, put saddlebags on them and carried luggage, and finally returned to Pierre's house to take all the sheep back to the pasture.

Ha~ take this with you.

Sara yawned and pushed open the door of Rock's room. What she was holding in her hand was the big needle that Rock had given her before.

you…

Roque was a little confused. When he gave it to Sara that day, she seemed to like it very much.

I can eat honey anytime, but you are going to my brother's soon to buy a sheep. It is more appropriate to give it to him. But next time, remember to bring me another jar, no, two jars.

Rock initially wanted to give Sartre a jar of honey, but because Joey Yoko helped him a lot in consulting the elf center breeder, Rock gave the honey to him. Sartre's gift this time Had to give up.

Unexpectedly, Sarah gave up her honey in order to help Rock manage her interpersonal relationships, which moved him a little.

No problem, don't say two cans. I will bring it to you again as soon as you finish eating.

Hmph, your mouth is quite sweet. Ha~ I chatted with Yami too late yesterday. I have to catch up on some sleep. I should be in the store at noon, so I won't send you off.

Sara yawned again, blew a kiss to Rock and lazily left the room.

Rock packed his luggage, had breakfast with the elves, and left Sunshine Town while the cross-sea bridge was still fully accessible.

Geranium ran a little faster than when Rock rode his bicycle last time, so when they arrived at Sal's ranch, it was twenty minutes earlier than the ten-thirty time they agreed with Sartre.

Sart!

Rock stood at the horn gate of Sal's ranch and called out to Sart. The navigator he called him just now didn't go through.

Hello, are you Mr. Rock?

A little girl with braids came over, and there was an Eevee beside her.

Bah!

This little brown beast that looked like a combination of a fox and a rabbit, after seeing Rock and the Abo monster next to him, immediately jumped in front of the little girl. The fluffy butter-colored hair on its neck stood out. Make threatening noises.

However, Rock could tell from its trembling body that this cute-looking Eevee was not as brave as it appeared.

Bubu, there's no need for this. This should be dad's friend.

The little girl picked up Ibrahimovic. Although Ibrahimovic was about the same size as a Rattata, it was still quite big for this little girl who looked to be only six or seven years old. However, her actions in picking up Ibrahimovic It doesn’t look strenuous at all.

咘咿～

After Ibrahimovic was picked up by the little girl, he put away his arrogant look and rubbed her face affectionately.

Hello, I'm Rock. Isn't Sartre at home now?

Rock saw that the little girl looked similar to Sarah, and concluded that the girl should be Sartre's daughter.

The last time he came to Sal Ranch, Sartre said that he had a son and a daughter.

Influenced by Sartre's enthusiasm for Pokémon battles, his son went to Pokémon school, and his daughter is still living with them because she is too young.

I'm Sammy, and Sartre is my father. He said he had an appointment with an uncle named Rock today, so that's you.

Sammy looked at Rock's elves curiously through the ranch gate.

Chub!

The monster Abo widened his eyes and tried to scare her, but to his surprise, Sammy started laughing.

Sammy, who are you talking to.

Another woman dressed in denim walked out of Sutter's house. She wore the same braids as Sammy, but the braids were thicker. Her skin was a healthy wheat color, and her voice was very loud.

After seeing Roark, the woman looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. After seeing the short knife at his waist, her expression immediately softened.

You must be Rock. I am Sartre's wife Mel. He is still grazing herds. Come in with me and wait.

Mel opened the ranch gate and led Rock into the living room of the house.

Oh, a guest is here.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was an old lady with silver hair, watching TV, with a fluffy elf lying on her lap.

This elf is covered in fiery red fur, with very fluffy light yellow hair on its forehead, neck and tail.

Except for being a little bigger, the overall appearance is a bit like Ibrahimovic.

Of course, this elf is indeed Fire Eevee, one of the evolved forms of Eevee.

咘咿～

After Ibrahimovic followed Sami into the room, he immediately jumped on the sofa and squeezed next to Fire Ibrahimovic. Fire Ibrahimovic also licked Ibrahimovic's little head with a doting look on his face.

Hello, I'm Sartre's friend Rock. I made an appointment to come to him today to buy a sheep. By the way, this is the gift I brought him.

After entering the house, Rock and the old lady exchanged pleasantries, and as expected, the other person was Sartre and Sara's mother Irene.

Oh, is this special honey? I haven't had it for a long time.

Erin took the honey given by Rock and said with a surprised look on her face, and Mel next to her also looked a little surprised.

Although the price of special-grade honey is not very expensive, it is very rare. It is a product with a price but no market, so it is a good gift for Rock to give it to others.

Grandma, what does the special honey taste like? Sammy wants to eat it too.

Bah, bah, bah

After hearing the conversation between Erin and Rock, Sammy immediately threw herself into her arms, twisting her body like a green caterpillar and coquettishly.

The Eevee next to him also kept talking, and he also wanted to taste the taste of special honey.

Okay, let's have a taste.

Erin stroked Sammy's hair lovingly and handed the honey to Mel. Just as she was about to talk to Rock again, her eyes suddenly saw the short knife on Rock's waist.

This knife is?

Yes, that's Mr. Sal's knife.

Rock had already seen Irene's reaction from Sartre, so he took the initiative to take off the knife from his waist and handed it to the other party.

Holding the short knife in her hand, Erin's eyes suddenly fell into memories. At this time, Sammy also calmed down sensibly, and the only sound left in the living room was the ticking sound of the clock hands on the wall.

After a long time, Irene withdrew her gaze, returned the knife to Rock, and said kindly to him.

Let's stay for lunch before leaving.