Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 425 An Ordinary Person

I exhaled a breath of hot air, which was quickly taken away by the evening breeze. I walked to the door of the hotel with some trepidation, felt the warmth on my hands, and mustered up the courage to walk in.

As usual, most people in the hotel looked at me with contempt. I felt very ashamed because I couldn't save her, so I lowered my head.

But she just held my hand tightly and shook her head to indicate that everything was fine.

Her behavior made me regret even more. Not only did I regret confessing to her, but I also regretted that no one squeezed out of the crowd this afternoon and begged the so-called god to save her. Perhaps that was her only chance, and I wasted it in vain.

I am such a loser.

I originally wanted to find a quiet little corner to spend the last night with her tonight, because I knew she didn't have much time left.

When she leaves, I will leave with gritted teeth.

I thought this in my heart and pulled her to a corner.

But at this moment, a gentleman wearing sunglasses came up to me and asked me to sit opposite him.

I didn't know why this gentleman came to me. I was so discouraged that at his request I pulled my wife to sit opposite him.

The gentleman ordered two ordinary dinners for my wife and I, which was a combination of potatoes and rice, mashed potatoes with rice.

Being able to eat this these days is already considered good, because there may still be people starving.

As I was thinking this, I was about to pick up my chopsticks to respond to the kindness of the gentleman in front of me.

However, this gentleman, who I felt was extraordinary, took the initiative to ask me many questions, all about me.

I don’t know why he has so many questions, and I don’t know why the lady with emerald green hair next to him can eat so much.

So I started answering his questions.

This gentleman's rhetoric skills were very good. He quickly stimulated my emotions and opened my mouth, so we had a very pleasant chat.

But I quickly remembered the sad fate that was destined for this evening and turned my gaze to my wife who was sitting next to me.

She was chatting happily with the lady with emerald green hair, as if she had forgotten the upcoming ending of her evening.

She laughed so happily that she unconsciously boosted my mood and made me happy.

The gentleman wearing sunglasses ordered me a beer, and I drank it without hesitation, not caring at all that this man in front of me was the first time I met him and we were just strangers who met by chance.

I burped and said to the gentleman in a drunken state:

"Sir, have you ever seen the Fuhrer?"

The gentleman answered calmly:

"No, I haven't seen him. What do you want to do when you see him?"

"He was here this afternoon."

"Is that right?"

"I want to see him."

"Why do you want to see him?"

"People here often argue that he is a middle-aged man with pockmarks and red hair. I think this cannot be true. I say the Führer must have a big head and must be a big man with strong ideas."

"Yeah, I can't tell you what it looks like."

"Yeah, I haven't seen it before."

"never seen it."

"Ah."

I don’t know why, but the gentleman in front of me always seemed to have a faint smile on his face, which made me laugh too.

"Sir, you know what? I actually hope that the Führer is the god that people talk about, because then my wife can be saved."

"Well... I don't think he can become a god, but your wife might be saved."

Listening to what this gentleman said, I stood up with a bang on the table, causing the wine glass next to me to accidentally fall to the ground, making another bang.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on him, and the boss walked out of the kitchen cursing.

I sobered up instantly, not because of everyone's gazes, nor because of the boss's pointing at me, but because of what the gentleman in front of me said.

But I don’t know why, just as I was about to step forward to ask, I became drowsy and then fell on the table.

I don't know when I woke up, but the boss, while wiping the glass in his hands, told me with a curse that the gentleman had already paid for me and told me that I should work harder in the future to repay the debt.

But this gentleman left me neither his home address nor any way to contact him.

"Boy, I'm going out now. The speech should have started. It's all your fault. If it weren't for that gentleman's request, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you."

After saying these words, the boss ran out in a hurry, as if he was not afraid that I would steal at all.

That’s right, ever since that organization came, people here don’t lock their doors when they go to bed at night, and some don’t even close their doors.

I don't want to stay here anymore. This was the first thought that came to my mind. Instead of dying in the dark corner of this restaurant, I might as well take her to listen to the daily speeches. At least she could find some motivation to live. Maybe she could survive tonight.

I didn't turn my head to look at my wife who was massaging my temple. I took her hand and ran towards the podium.

To be honest, that podium was very bad. Basically, it was made up of some wooden tables and some miscellaneous things.

But the words spoken from the podium every day can always motivate people to work hard and encourage the people here to work diligently, which has led to their current life of adequate food and clothing.

When I dragged my wife here, there were already crowds of people, much more than before.

"Could it be that the leader is giving a speech?"

As I thought this in my heart, I excitedly pulled my wife and began to squeeze through the crowd frantically, because I knew that this might be her only hope to survive.

I've already missed it once this afternoon, and I can't miss it again this time.

Ignoring the crowd that basically hated me, I just held my wife's hand and kept walking forward.

Finally, we made our way through the crowd and arrived in front of the podium.

But on the podium, a very young-looking man was speaking, and I suddenly felt lost.

I turned my head and looked at my wife. The blooming flower on her head, blown by the evening breeze, kept plucking my heartstrings.

I almost shouted out, but she covered my mouth with her tiny hand and pointed at the podium.

Following her finger and listening to the enthusiastic cheers of the people around me, I recognized the gentleman.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, an ordinary person."