Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 226

Luther's cell phone suddenly rang. He thought who sent him new year's greetings. As soon as he picked up his cell phone, he wondered.

This is a strange number.

After connecting, Luther even "hello" a few times. There was no sound from there. Just when he wanted to hang up, his voice with a little vicissitudes sounded in his ear.

Luther was stunned. He looked back at the others who were still addicted to the war. He got up and left under the pretext of answering the phone.

Before leaving, he took a big bag of bread at the front desk of the Taoist hall and a tree fruit basket on one side. He grabbed a lot and put it in the bag.

After leaving the Taoist hall, he walked along some dark alleys to the street. Under a lamp post, ash stone sat on the ground tired and looked at Luther coming out of the alley. He tried to get up.

"Happy new year, Luther."

Luther's heart was mixed. His first New Year blessing came from the early years of the old man's worship.

Seeing Luther hesitated, gray stone said, "the passer-by who borrowed my cell phone to call has left. At this time, the snow is so heavy that he must be in a hurry to go home."

There was no one on the streets. There were three hours to usher in the new year. Most people in the town huddled at home to prepare for the new year.

"I'm not afraid of being involved by you. I'm just... Hey, forget it, you have something to eat first."

Looking for a leeward place, Luther handed the ash stone the bread and tree fruit he brought out.

Ash stone was very fierce when he bit the bread. He disappeared in two bites. He hardly chewed and swallowed.

The spirit he released looked no better. His eyes were green when he saw the food. While eating his own food, he looked at Luther imploringly.

Luther felt flustered. After talking to gray stone, he went to an open convenience store not far from the Taoist hall and bought some food.

Luther, who was carrying a bag of food, distributed the contents of the bag to the elves, took out a bottle of water and handed it to the limestone who was hammering his chest trying to swallow the bread.

Luther had a lot to say and ask, but he didn't know how to speak.

He didn't know how the ash stone spent the period of heavy snow and cold weather. Interpol and the alliance pursued him very hard, and he didn't have money to use. He wandered in the wild like this. He was strong enough to live today.

The ash stone biting the bread suddenly stopped, and tears couldn't help flowing out.

Luther looked at graystone in amazement. A 69 year old man who had been resolute all his life and had seen great storms, he was more like a wronged child at the moment.

Silently shed tears, the gray stone with red eyes looked at the elves who had been with themselves and were about to eat to death, repressed their voice and said, "thank you for seeing me."

Luther is very contradictory. Reasonably speaking, graystone has always been against Interpol, and has continuously damaged the contact point of Interpol security department. He is an out and out bad person.

But Luther just felt strange. An old man who was about to go to the grave with one foot and was stubborn enough to climb the ice and lie on the snow for one breath, what reason did he have to retaliate against Interpol like this?

Because Interpol retired him?

Luther sighed. "I just instinctively thought you wouldn't be that kind of person."

Shrinking in the corner, the gray stone holding his clothes tightly sighed and tied up the bread bag in his hand.

"Don't judge by instinct in the future. Although I did receive your favor, if the same situation happens again, how can you be sure whether he is an enemy or a friend?"

Heluga was only half full. Heluga, also an old man, didn't have much appetite. After alleviating his hunger, he stood up and rubbed Luther's legs.

I haven't seen heluga for a long time. His muscles have collapsed a lot, which is also related to the fact that limestone can't feed them normally during this period of time.

An elf ball was thrown into Luther's hand by a gray stone.

"Heiruga's elf ball." said the gray stone, clenching his fist, "I'm sorry to make your heiruga body worse, and I can't fulfill my promise to you. I have more important things to do."

Luther jerked heluga's head and put him in the elf ball.

"Why?"

Gray stone looked at Luther, silent.

"Can you answer me? Why?" Luther couldn't help but raise his voice. "What happened? What's going on? You have a problem with oleander and Interpol. Why attack them?"

Ash stone lowered his head and raised it again for a long time: "I can't tell you that you shouldn't know... It's a kind of protection for you."

"Bullshit! Can't you find an excuse for your stupid behavior?"

Gray stone's eyes were very calm, and there was no emotional color on his sharp face.

"Next year I will be seventy years old. If there is one more thing that can make me impulsive, it is to hunt down those who commit vicious crimes against elves."

"Confused behavior? Maybe, but I have the consciousness to pay for it." a soft smile appeared on graystone's cold face. "Why do you think I want to be an Interpol?"

"Fifty eight years ago, because of some things, various alliances in the region were in turmoil one after another."

"In that chaotic year and a half, because the control of the regional alliance decreased, the poaching and indiscriminate hunting of elves reached the peak."

"My brother, a forest ranger, captured the four elves he raised. When the alliance found them, they had become corpses. My brother knew about it and drank all day. Finally one day, he disappeared."

Ash stone's tears came out again: "soon we found him, but it was a corpse. He felt guilty and painful. He felt that it was his fault that made his elves leave him, so he chose a way to make himself relaxed."

"In order to protect the elves in the forest area from poaching, he and his elves forget to eat and sleep. They eat and live in the forest area. When they encounter intruders, they warn them. I don't know how many times they have protected the wild elves in the forest area."

"Shouldn't they have a happy life?"

"Luther, do you believe that good people are rewarded?"

Luther hesitated. He wanted to answer yes, but his previous experience made it impossible for him to blurt out that sentence.

Killing and setting fire to the golden belt, repairing bridges and roads without remains, this is a very cold word, showing a chill, as if encouraging people not to do good deeds.

Being alone is a survival instinct. If you can help, it becomes full of risks, which is the sadness of the times.

But this should not be the case. Good people should be rewarded. This is the truth of the world.

It's right to build bridges and roads, and it's right to kill and set fire to death without a place to bury. That's right!

"I believe it."

Luther replied forcefully.

Gray stone's old face showed a warm smile: "the reason why people like us exist is to ensure that people like you can continue to believe."

"That's why I entered Interpol."